Detective Bennet [Comprehensive novel]

Just as the atmosphere solidified, the steward came to say goodbye.

"Two days later, there will be a carriage to pick up the three in the afternoon. Mr. Sharpshooter who loves roses, Mr. Chocolate Cake, and Mr. Apep, I will leave first."

The steward bowed slightly, boarded the carriage, and left as calmly as when he came.

Leaving Watson alone in a daze, looking left and right, he actually got it wrong!

God, why do you play tricks on poor believers?

Siegson, who hardly smiles, is actually a sweet "chocolate cake"?The smirking Adair turned out to be the gloomy "Apep"?Didn't they mean to play tricks?

"Take care of the hotel first."

Sherlock does not want to talk about pen names for the time being.In an age full of pretense, perhaps he shouldn't have kept the illusion of an author leaving England.

Kelsey also didn't want to talk too much. Seeing everything, she could only admit the deception of life. "Mr. Watson, what happened? Mr. Richard is fine this morning. I greeted him when I went out. How could there be an accident?"

"It's not an accident."

Watson insisted on his judgment and detailed what he saw when he went downstairs, "A normal person, even if he falls to the ground, is not his own relatives, he will help to find a pharmacist for help, or immediately call for help from the side, hoping to win a ray of life for the injured. But Dick and Heller went to clean up the blood on the ground first."

"Richard is their father and they're trying to hide it. Isn't that enough to show that there's a ghost in there?"

Watson got angry as he said that, and looked at the mayor again, "We must find out how Richard died. I don't want to see the passionate shopkeeper rest in peace."

"Check, must check."

How dare the mayor neglect Earl B's guest, "Just now the steward said, you three might as well prove your innocence. Ask Egas to be your assistant for a while, and he will bring a few people to assist you in the investigation."

In a town like Lei Ao Town, the mayor has a great say.

Egas is his deputy, a candidate for the next town mayor, and his authority is self-evident.

The townspeople basically had no doubts, but the two brothers Dick and Heller witnessed the carriage of the Earl's Mansion, and they still complained, but they could only swallow it.

The fat woman, Monica, was still blocking the entrance of the hotel, "I said it's a family matter, but you want to let three outsiders get involved, it's like turning an elbow."

"Heller! Take care of your wife."

Egas didn't even look at Monica, he just reprimanded Heller with a straight face.

"Usually, someone complains that your wife sells the wrong amount of food. You can't control your own food store, and now you have to muddle through your father's death!"

Heller responded humbly, and pulled Monica to prevent her from blocking the way.

Dick muttered unhappily, "Just check it out, it's all said to be an accident. When we entered the store, we saw someone lying on the ground."

The mayor dispersed the crowd of onlookers, and Egas forcibly kept the three uncooperative Richards in the lobby.

Watson entered the room first, walked to the bedside and performed an autopsy on Richard.Richard suffered injuries, most notably the bloody hole on his forehead.

"This wound was caused by falling down on the front and hitting a sharp object. The injured position will cause a coma, but it will not cause death immediately. The cause of death is likely to be excessive bleeding without timely rescue."

There were bloodstains on the ground that hadn't been washed off.

From the size of the wound on his forehead and the bleeding area on the ground, the speed of Richard's blood loss can be roughly judged.

Watson undressed Richard again to make sure there were no other signs of struggle on his body.

"There are no corpse spots yet, and because the two people have moved the corpse, it is roughly judged that the time of death will not exceed three hours."

It is now 11:46 am.

"08:30, I leave the hotel."

Kelsey remembers clearly, "Richard was also going out at the time, going to the market to buy something."

Sherlock said, "At [-]:[-], I didn't see Richard when I left. There's a sign at the door saying the owner is out."

"Just after eleven o'clock, I heard a sound downstairs."

Watson recalled hearing the bell first, and getting annoyed by the rustling downstairs. "That is to say, everything happened between 9:15 and 11:00. According to the bleeding area, the time can be shortened further, from 10:30 to [-]:[-]."

How could Richard fall to his death after more than an hour and a quarter?

Yesterday, Richard was in good spirits and was able to tidy up the sundries in the lobby by himself. He didn't look like a sick person who would fall to the ground.

"Early in the morning, I once heard Richard and the two brothers arguing. Those two had a bad tone, and the volume was too high to quarrel with me."

Watson mentioned this point to support his reasoning, "It is obvious that the conflict in the morning caused the push at noon. Richard was pushed down when he was completely unprepared. This process was very short. I was upstairs Wake up."

"Richard's people did not carry out timely rescue, which caused him to lose blood and die."

Watson walked towards the lobby and looked directly at Heller, "This man's coat is missing a diamond-shaped button, which just fits the wound on the top of Richard's head."

In the lobby, Egas looked at Heller.

Heller's woolen coat was indeed missing a button.

"Where is the button? Hand it over!" Egas demanded sternly, "Don't tell me you fell off the road!"

Heller's face was ugly, and he squeezed the collar that was missing buttons, "I, I don't know when it fell off, who cares about a button, but I really have nothing to do with my father's death.

Just after eleven o'clock, Dick and I went into the store to find my father not breathing. "

"It's okay? Your button fell off. It's okay? Old Richard's forehead was hit by a diamond-shaped button. It's okay? Both of you brothers are in a hurry to clean up the blood."

Egas sneered, "Heller, you think I'm stupid enough to believe your evasion. If I have the ability to prove it, where are you from nine to eleven in the morning? Who can prove it?"

Monica immediately said, "I can prove it. Yes, Heller had some disputes with his father, but we are all for his own good, so that he doesn't have to work hard to run the hotel, and close the business when he is on vacation.

Today Heller arrived at the restaurant very early, as all the guests in the morning can testify, he didn't leave until it was close to noon.I came to the hotel to ask my father to have dinner. "

From Monica's point of view, Richard is just a stubborn old man who doesn't know how to enjoy himself.

Richard has to work hard to open the shop when he is old, and from time to time, he asks his two sons and his family to help, but he doesn't share the money he earns with them, and sends it to his eldest son who is far away in Germany.

"Yes, yes, that's it."

Heller quickly agreed, "I have been staying in the food store, and when I came back, I found my father had fallen into a pool of blood."

He will definitely not listen to Heller and Monica's side story now, and must find out the diners who were dining at that time, and find other witnesses to clarify Heller's whereabouts.

Based on Heller's timid appearance and his vacillating eyes, there is a high probability that there will be witnesses to overturn Monica's statement.

Watson was about to go out of the hotel, but he found that the beard and the gold-rimmed glasses did not come out. He turned around and found that they were still in Richard's room. "Aren't you two going?"

"No. It's written in the novel that we need to investigate separately to save time."

Kelsey refused to go to the restaurant, "I want to stay and have a look, maybe I can find that button."

Sherlock also shook his head, "I'll look at the corpse again, maybe there will be more discoveries."

"Okay." Watson was full of confidence, "I hope to bring back definite news."

A group of people left, and a group of people remained.

Kelsey searched the bedside table, drawers, pillow bottoms and other hiding places. What she was looking for was not only the diamond-shaped murder weapon, but also the necklace around Richard's neck.

After a quick glance yesterday, she casually asked if there was a pendant on Richard's silver chain, and was told with a smile that it was a cross given by her eldest son Willie.

Gently turning over the body at the moment, on the back of Richard's neck, he found a faint imprint left by the necklace he had worn for a long time.

The necklace was missing.

Not on the body, not in the bedroom.

Sherlock took off his pince-nez and put on a monocle with only one lens.

He checked Richard carefully from head to toe, and asked the left-behind townspeople for tweezers.Raising Richard's hands, he carefully removed a small broken silk thread from under the corpse's nails.

The silk thread less than five millimeters in color is dark blue, which is not consistent with the black thread on the buttons on Heller's clothes.

How could a dark blue thread get stuck between Richard's nails?

It seems that Watson's trip to the restaurant may not necessarily have a satisfactory result in eight out of ten.

An hour and a half later, Watson pursed his lips tightly and returned to the hotel depressed.Before he made a sound, everyone in the hotel heard the loud voice of the fat woman Monica.

"I knew you were dishonest and an ungrateful man!"

Monica chanted over and over again, her emotions were extremely agitated, and no one could dissuade her. "I worked hard for you, but you actually have an affair with a widow! Heller Richard, won't your conscience ache!"

Heller kept apologizing nonchalantly, "Monica, trust me, I promise there will be no next time. I will never be seduced by Jessie again."

"You still call her Jessie!" Monica exploded again, "If you dare to call her by her name, you are still so wicked!"

Watson quickened his pace, trying to get rid of the farce behind him.

An hour and a half ago, Watson confidently went to witnesses, proving that Heller was not a permanent resident of the restaurant in the morning.As he expected, several customers saw Heller leave the shop at ten o'clock.

Thinking that Heller's alibi was faked, he left the restaurant and returned to the hotel, where he had a conflict with Richard.

Who would have thought that Heller, faced with unfavorable evidence that almost convicted him, would finally reveal the truth.He left the store to find the widow Jessie at the vegetable stand in the market, and the two often used the gap between buying and selling ingredients to have an affair.

"Look at the button he dropped."

Watson took out a diamond-shaped button from his pocket, which was the one that Heller had lost on his clothes.There are still a few strands of silk thread wrapped around the buttonhole, matching the black silk thread used to sew buttons on Heller's clothes. "I found it on Jessie's bed. Oh, there are traces left by the two of them on the sheet."

Therefore, Monica, the fat woman who accompanied her, erupted like a volcano.

Watson was forced to listen all the way. The wife cursed her husband for having an affair and deserved to die. It was estimated that there would be domestic violence.

"Heller was not beaten, and I'm afraid he was quarreled to death, but it is not worthy of sympathy at all. He deserves enough for his own suffering. This explains why he hesitated and said nothing at first."

Now Heller blew himself up as ugly, but it also brought the originally clear case to a standstill.

Sherlock handed out a small paper package with a white background and a very short and thin silk thread. "Only one, taken from under Richard's fingernail."

Watson leaned closer to see the color, "It's dark blue. Could it be that when Richard was pushed and shoved before he died, he pulled off the button of the man, and it was sewn with dark blue silk thread?"

Sherlock reminded, "This is a possibility, but it doesn't have to be a button. As long as it is a diamond-shaped object of the same size, it is consistent with the wound on Richard's forehead. There is no dark blue cloth product in the house. This thin thread is probably Richard. ripped from the attacker."

Watson looked at the five-millimeter thread in front of him and sighed, "It seems that writing a novel is one thing, but investigating it on the ground is another. I didn't find this detail."

Kelsey, Sherlock: Because you preconceived the killer.

"Hey! Don't get lost."

Kelsey didn't want Watson to be depressed because of this, the novice was easily frustrated, and lost enthusiasm and confidence in solving the case.

Watson is a good young assistant.

Kelsey still wants to go back to London to squeeze, no, it is to ask Watson to help him at all times.If Sherlock is willing to say something nice, she doesn't mind introducing the assistant reserve to him.

At the moment, Kelsey first boiled a pot of "you are awesome" chicken soup for the soul.

"Mr. Watson, please don't question your own excellence. Otherwise, how could you shorten the time of death to an hour and a quarter of an hour.

If you are all discouraged, what should I do if I only talk on paper?

No one is a detective from birth, we work hard together and progress together, theory plus practice, a veritable career of detective is not far away. "

Kelsey: The simple and honest character is really good, she blows without pressure.

Seeing that the beard blew a gust of wind, the two of them were about to float into the sky.

Sherlock didn't reach out to pull the two off, but pushed them instead.

"Mr. Watson, everyone will make mistakes in judgment. But your judgment just now is certain. The conflict between Richard and the suspect was very short, so you didn't alarm you upstairs."

"From this point of view, Richard has a high probability of knowing the suspect, and a small probability of encountering a stranger with agility. It is not wrong to start the investigation from the range of relatives and friends with a high probability."

Sherlock affirmed Watson solemnly and solemnly, so that people should not lose confidence in solving the case.

When he returns to London, he still wants to cheat, no, if necessary, he can find Watson to handle the case together.

It's not impossible for Kelsey to loan out assistant reserve a few times, if he's willing to say something nice.

Watson swept away the previous depression, and even the gold-rimmed glasses affirmed him. How could he stop his pursuit because of one or two small stumbling blocks.

"Praise God! Let me meet two people. Let's continue to investigate and find the owner of the dark blue thread."

Kelsey smiled brightly: indeed, praise God!If it was Tom, he would think I was up to something.

Sherlock nodded with relief: Indeed, praise God!If it was Jerry, he would think I was uneasy and kind.

Watson didn't feel the undercurrent surging behind him, and walked out of the hotel first, "This time I went to Dick's house, and he is also Richard's son, so he is also very suspicious."