Detective Bennet [Comprehensive novel]

The moon was dark and the wind was high, and the two ran into each other at the mass grave.

No one acted rashly.The atmosphere was a little stalemate for a while, and maybe if something went wrong, we would have to do it.

The eyes of the two met, and five seconds later, Sherlock waved the shovel in his hand first.

"Hey! You are also here to dig something good."

Sherlock spoke with a Welsh accent, like a gold prospector who came to central England, carelessly pointing in the opposite direction, "It's better to go there and dig separately, everyone can make money."

"Oh! Why separate."

Kelsey also spit out a Welsh accent, with his unique Celtic vocabulary, "This big tree is great, it is facing the west. The west is Wales, where we came from, we will surely bless us to make a fortune together .”

Hell, everyone has money.

What's more, bless you to make a lot of money together.

If two groups of tomb robbers really collided, who would believe that the other party was so kind.

For their own benefit, they may both wait for an opportunity to seriously injure the other, but at this time, neither of them is aware of the killing intent.

Sherlock: This man really didn't come to rob graves.

Kelsey: This guy really didn't come to rob graves.

While talking, both of them took a few steps forward, and this time they could see more clearly.

Both of them wore rough linen gloves, their wrists were rough and dark, and their cuffs were all stained with mud.

Because his face was covered with dust, he couldn't see his face clearly, but his hair all exuded a faint salty smell, which was the smell that people who often entered and left the port would be contaminated with.

The clothes are very ordinary, the style is porter style, and some white salt stains can be seen on the corners of the clothes and trouser legs, which may be contaminated by sea water.Heading northwest from the nearby Stoke area, there is a shipping route to the port of Liverpool, which then sails out into the Irish Sea and out into the Atlantic Ocean.

There are several reselling black/cargo routes that have been repeatedly banned.

Some of the crew on the route came from Wales and dressed like ordinary dock workers.

Therefore, wearing a dock work uniform can at least have two identities.

Retire, just ordinary workers; advance, can be crew members who handle black/cargo.

Workers will not attract attention, and when experts recognize the identity of special crew members, they will give a little bit of fluff.After all, no one has trouble with the salesman, that is, with money.

Unexpectedly, a third situation appeared tonight.

The two performed a role-playing game at the same time, trying to cover up their eyes and enter the mass grave, but accidentally bumped into each other.

Face to face, almost exactly the same dress.

Sometimes the performance is too perfect, but it reveals a corner of the disguise.

So why fake it?

The mass graves have rarely been visited by outsiders for many years, only to find out the buried secrets.

"interesting."

Kelsey did not change his Welsh accent, "Are we all guided by angels?"

He came here to investigate the disappearance case, not just for Angel (angel).

Sherlock thought of his client Wilson's hesitation.

The father who lost his beloved daughter mentioned a wife who had been separated for many years.More than ten years ago, the husband and wife broke up because of the disappearance of their daughter, and they both regarded each other as dead in name

Sherlock asked: "R?"

R, Ms. Robinson commissioned you.

Kelsey asked, "W?"

W, Mr. Wilson commissioned you.

It's like a spy battle, with no end to every word of code word.

The two have identified each other.What can they say now?

The couple who had been separated for many years still maintained a tacit understanding, so that the two who came to investigate collided?

"This ridiculous coincidence."

Sherlock turned sideways, stretching out his hand in a gesture of invitation.Since everyone is here to investigate the case, don't waste time, who knows what accidents will happen in the dead of night.

He wouldn't drive people away ungentlemanly, but added, "Please don't bother me."

To be clear, who interfered?

Kelsey doesn't think that whoever arrives first will have the exclusive right to survey.

Keep her out of the way, is she going to be like Scotland Yard, asking nonsense questions with no technical skills?

"Okay, I won't disturb you."

There is a pair of shallow and deep footprints on the edge of Kelsey's shallow depression, and there is a lump of wet mud on Sherlock's left shoe.

She pursed her lips slightly, "However, you should also be careful. If you step on the ground, who can guarantee that you will have the strength to pull someone up."

To be clear, whoever misses the ground needs to be pulled out of the pit?

Sherlock kept smiling, refusing to admit that just climbing out of the pit was a negligible mistake.

Walking in the dark mass graves, accidentally falling into the pit dug by the predecessors is not worth making a fuss about.Without the help of others, he got out of the pit smoothly.

The two looked at each other, and both turned around, their faces instantly indifferent.

Walking back to back to the two sides, without any further words, they descended into shallow depressions from the north and south respectively.

The shallow puddle next to the dead tree was wet and damp and smelled bad.

Because too much waste has been buried, there are old clothes and shoes, animal bones, and various rotting plant roots, making it a mess.

It is said that the deep pit was dug three months ago.

Unemployed people come here to dig graves and exchange the sundries buried in mass graves for money.

This kind of situation also happened in previous years. Once found by Mindola Village, they would spontaneously organize guards to drive out the tomb robbers.

The inspection team will continue to inspect for a period of time until it is ensured that no outsiders are making trouble.

Sherlock went down to the deep depression, which had been dug messily by grave robbers poking here and there.

Right now, he searched the depression inch by inch, leaning close to the ground from time to time, sniffing the smell of the soil.

Those things that can be sold for some money at a glance have all been swept away, and the rest of them are scattered around. It is necessary to distinguish whether their sources are the same.

An hour passed in silence.

Although the bottom of the pit was messy and messy, the two still found some inappropriate existences.

"boom!"

The next moment, the two shovels collided.

Kelsey and Sherlock rummaged from both sides to the middle respectively. They were both careful and fast, and they both came to the middle without knowing it, and dug into the same piece of mud.

Before anyone could speak, there was a creaking sound on the ground.

The dead tree on the edge of the depression suddenly tilted, unable to persist in the strong wind tonight, and shook tremblingly a few times.He fell to the ground suddenly with a bang, splashing a piece of dust and dead leaves.

The two looked at each other.

This is a little embarrassing.

There is no doubt that the two shovels touched the roots of the dead tree, and the dead tree fell completely.

Kelsey was silent, it was really a rare exploration experience.

In fact, it wasn't too bad, and she had no intention of offending the poisonous snake nest next to the burial place.Compared with the past, at least this time there is no danger of being hunted down.

Sherlock blinked, what a rare scene accident.

It's actually not too bad.This is much less frightening than when he studied the wounds on the corpse and whipped the corpse, and the corpse suddenly sat up again.

"It's nothing." Kelsey said seriously. "The tree misses the land. It's tired, so it lies down and returns to the embrace of the land."

In such a dark environment, no one expected that a light shovel would actually dig down a big tree.

Sherlock nodded calmly, it was not their fault. "Yeah. The trees couldn't wait to kiss the ground, it was funny, but they did."

After the two finished speaking, the bottom of the pit was silent for a full three seconds.

The next moment, both Kelsey and Sherlock raised their lips.

Perhaps, it can be regarded as a smile, and the stalemate atmosphere is swept away.

Immediately, the two quickly used their strength to jump out of the deep puddle and came to the side of the fallen dead tree.

Such a fragile tree probably has unusual features, such as the fact that the trunk is hollow so that it will fall if touched.

Sure enough, the trunk of the dead tree was completely empty, and there was a pile of bones hidden inside.

"Not human bones."

Sherlock took out the bones one by one, and quickly and carefully arranged them from small to large. "Initial judgment, they belong to small cats."

Kelsey picked up the skull, "It seems that it didn't die from the predation of wild beasts. Unless the wild beast can pick up a blunt instrument and hit it on the head, leaving a Y-shaped wound."

The dead tree was hollow, and the bones of small cats were thrown, and the animals were still killed by blunt force on the brain.

Sherlock nodded slightly, and then he had to take a closer look at the bones to tell whether the pile of bones came from the same animal.

At this time, a long whistle suddenly sounded around the mass grave, "Woo—"

Immediately afterwards, a loud voice could be faintly heard shouting:

"Oh, my God! The old tree fell down. I saw a fire in there! Damn it, the grave robbers must have come again! They dare not take the corpse, even the clothes and shoes of the corpse! Fuck me, send him to the devil!"

Soon there were more than a dozen footsteps, stepping on a field of dead branches and weeds, rushing into the mass grave in a hurry.

There is reason to suspect that the gravekeepers carry binoculars with them, otherwise they would not be able to see so clearly.This wave of night watchmen ran very fast, and they must be very familiar with the terrain of the mass graves.

There is still someone on duty at night?

Both Kelsey and Sherlock saw surprise in each other's eyes.

Obviously, this is inconsistent with the situation they investigated in advance. The guards of the villagers of Mindola are even tighter than the tone released.

Running at this time does not have the upper hand.

The night was dark and the wind was high, and the two knew nothing about the mass graves better than the local villagers.

As for staying, the two looked at each other's clothes.

I'm afraid it will be difficult to convince the villagers that they are here to investigate the murder.

In an era when the criminal investigation system is not perfect, detective can be regarded as a high-risk profession.

There is a risk of alarming the enemy by conducting an investigation in an open manner, and there is the possibility of being accidentally injured by disguising.

"Hey! There are people! I see two people."

The villagers who rushed to the front shouted, "Don't run away, you must be caught today!"

Who escaped?

Kelsey and Sherlock didn't run at all.

Instead, he chose two big rocks and sat down, quietly waiting for a group of night watchmen to attack them.

A group of people, about seventeen or eighteen, were holding hoes or axes, and quickly surrounded the two of them.

Sherlock didn't give the other party a chance to speak, and complained first:

"Oh my god! Someone finally came! You came just in time. What's so good about this place? The viscount actually wanted to hire workers to rebuild it. He even sent us to investigate the situation, and was almost injured by a big tree."

"Isn't it just a tiring job, we didn't expect it to be like this before we came!"

Kelsey shrugged and complained, "To convert this place into a horse farm, we will pay the nearby laborers [-] pounds, but they don't welcome outsiders at all, and they still want to fight and kill."

The Welsh spoken by the two of them was so standard that the surrounding Mindola villagers couldn't understand it, only a little bit.

—Someone wants to send money to the village, a full two thousand pounds!

The team leader with a loud voice couldn't help but put down his hoe a little bit, and couldn't help being curious: "Hey! Please explain clearly, what exactly are you here for?"

"What do you say? The acidity and alkalinity of the soil? What kind of grass is suitable for growth? The humidity and temperature of the climate?"

Sherlock waved his hand impatiently, "There's nothing to say. If it weren't for you being too tight, no outsiders are allowed to enter here, and we wouldn't investigate in the dark. That's it, no more investigations! It's falling into the pit again, and being caught again Tree hit. Get us out of here and never again."

This speech still has a very strong Welsh accent.

A group of villagers only understood three or four points, and before asking, Kelsey took out a few gold coins.

"Don't ask, the trees are all down, what kind of horse farm can be built here. Let's stay for one night and leave tomorrow."

Kelsey handed the money to the nearest loud voice, "Aren't you just going to drive people out, take us away."

Holding the gold coin with a loud voice, he couldn't figure out the situation for a while.

The two looked ashamed, as if they were dressed as tomb robbers, but no tomb robber was so confident.

Could it be that the guards in the village were too tight, which annoyed the customers who sent money to the door.

In fact, it can also be explained, the land survey will also be covered in dust, maybe the village should not judge people by their appearance.

"Not leaving yet?"

Sherlock also took a few gold coins and stuffed them into a loud voice again, "Is this enough? Quick, lead the way to find a place to rest."

The loud voice didn't understand Welsh very well, but the real gold coins in his hand made him ease his attitude. "Please forgive me, you two, we are not hostile."

At this time, all the night watchmen put down their hoes and axes.

He continued in a loud voice, "There must be some misunderstanding here. Why don't you take you back to the village to rest for a night, and we can talk about the rest slowly. I'm Kim Alled, what should I call you?"

Sherlock: "Tom Smith."

Kelsey: "Jerry Smith."

The two of them gave unintentional pseudonyms in unison. Compared with John Smith, the passer-by on the bad street, passer-by B and passer-by C are really no better.

It's a pity that Oled, who had a loud voice, didn't understand the meaning and tried to ease the atmosphere. "Oh, so sympathetic. Let me guess..."

Kelsey and Sherlock exchanged glances.They have a tacit understanding?Absolutely not.

It's just that there was no discussion to make the scene of the geological survey vivid, and it's just that there was no agreement to report a similar pseudonym.

Oled slapped his thigh, and laughed, "I see, you must be brothers. Nice to meet you, Brother Smith!"