Detective Bennet [Comprehensive novel]

Dinner cannot continue normally.

Everyone hurriedly opened the windows, even if the lights were not bright enough, they could still see the people lying in the pool of blood on the lawn.

Watson turned the prone body upright, and shook his head at the two who ran downstairs together, "The neck bone was broken, and he died on the spot."

At this time, the steward, who was no longer breathing, looked up, with blood on his face.

His eyes widened, and his face was obviously distorted after fear.

"What is he afraid of?"

Kelsey was deeply surprised that too many people died today, but until forty minutes ago, the steward did not show such fear. "It's like hell."

Even if it's a ghost, you have to see what kind of ghost.

Seeing a ghost who has deep feelings and does not want him to die, and seeing a ghost who murdered his life with his own hands, will have two completely different reactions.

Sherlock winked at Kelsey.

If the steward saw Count B's ghost, as long as the steward did not intend to murder Count B, he would never show extreme fear.

"In this position, he jumped from the fourth floor."

Sherlock looked up, and the window the steward jumped out of was open. "The room on the fourth floor is the only room that has no guests."

There are a total of sixteen rooms in the castle, six of the eighteen guests live in pairs, leaving only one empty room.

"The guest room was unlocked and the door was left open."

Kelsey remembered the empty room on the fourth floor, "Supposing the housekeeper encountered a terrorist incident and he fled subconsciously, the route to rush into that room would be the most unimpeded."

The question came back again, what made the butler panic?

"This way of dying..."

Sherlock didn't finish, just shook his head slightly.

Kelsey nodded knowingly.

The steward's way of death does not match any of the punishments in Dante's Nine Hells.

Watson looked left and right, one was shaking his head and the other was nodding, and he didn't communicate with each other at all.

I haven't seen him for a few hours, and I always feel that something happened between the gold-rimmed glasses and the beard, which he doesn't know.

"Is there anything strange about the steward's death?"

Watson didn't understand, so he asked, "What did you two discover?"

The two did not answer Watson.

The previous deduction did not conform to the death of the steward. Was the deduction of the two of them wrong?

It is currently known that Sherlock saw the steward going to install the long ladder four or ten minutes ago.

Fifteen minutes ago, Duke said he had knocked on the steward's door, and through a door, the steward said he would go to dinner immediately.

However, just after seven o'clock, the steward jumped down from the empty room on the fourth floor in fear.

Sherlock did not think that the emotions of normal people could be so extreme.

He bent down and approached the corpse, opened the mouth of the steward, and took a good sniff.

Watson turned his head sideways upon seeing this.Forgive him, as an intern, he is not yet used to this close-up autopsy.Compared with the gold-rimmed glasses as a musician, it is too hard to find the murderer.

"There is a scent of tea in the mouth, and there is no taste of other food."

Sherlock said and stood up, "I'll go to the vacant room on the fourth floor and the steward's room to check, and you can arrange it yourself."

what?

Watson wasn't quite sure what to do.

"Please do further autopsy, especially the toxicology test."

Kelsey added what Sherlock hadn't said, and she also got up, "I'm going to the main hall, maybe someone will show their feet."

"I have to give me a helper, and where can I find testing reagents in this ghost place?"

Seeing that the two of them were about to leave in a hurry, Watson gave him a bearded look and motioned him to look at Bella, the cook who was hesitant to come over to see the corpse.

Kelsey and Bella walked past each other, and their eyes lingered on her face for three seconds. There was repressed self-blame and sadness in those eyes.

Bella endured the discomfort of facing the corpse, squatted down, and looked at the lifeless steward.

The sadness of witnessing the death of an acquaintance with her own eyes covered up the disgust of blood splashing, and her eyes turned red.

"Mr. Gerald, why did God take you?"

Bella stared at the steward's body, maybe it was the fear of the rabbit's death and the fox's sorrow, maybe it was the friendship of working together, she could no longer control her sad emotions.

"You have always been dedicated and never treated your subordinates harshly. You are the best manager I have ever seen. Now you leave me alone in the castle haunted by death."

Watson opened his mouth to say something, but fourteen people died in one day, and unless the god of death was found, any consolation would be useless.

"I'll help you."

The cook wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, and tried her best to cheer up. "You should need a helper. I will help you. I hope to find out the reason why the steward jumped off the building as soon as possible."

"Ms. Bella, are you sure?"

Watson was a little hesitant. On the one hand, he believed that Bella could not face the autopsy, and on the other hand, he wondered whether he had ulterior motives in volunteering?

"Perhaps you are suspecting that I am the murderer. That's fine. I still suspect each of your visitors. When you didn't come, everyone in the castle was alive."

Bella laughed miserably, "I'm the only one left now. No matter how much doubt you have, you still need help. If you don't need me, can you still count on those gentlemen in the main hall?"

Watson stared at Bella for a while, and to be honest, he was really on the verge of not believing anyone now.

If he didn't know that the two people who came along the way were "Apep" and "Chocolate Cake", then he would be suspicious of the whiskers and gold-rimmed glasses.

As for why knowing the identities of the two authors dispelled the suspicion?

Watson said it was a hunch from fellow British penny horror writers.

"Ok."

Watson accepted Bella's volunteering, "Find a place to bury the body first. There is no reagent, and it may take a while to show some information about the body."

Inside the main hall.

Some people can't eat, and some people have finished their dinner.

Kelsey scanned the circle quickly and meticulously, taking a panoramic view of the expressions of the 11 people.

I have to say, regardless of the anxiety or solemnity of these people, none of them has the tension or complacency of a criminal murderer.

Everyone is an acting king!

There are still decades before the first Oscar, but the actors with outstanding acting skills have gathered together.

"The steward is dead."

Kelsey interrupted the silence in the room straight to the point, "Someone treats everyone as fools. It is impossible for the manager to change his temper and jump off the building in ten minutes for no reason. I suspect that someone poisoned him."

"Poisoned?!"

Fernan became nervous, and he ate half of the dinner in front of him, as if it was churning in his stomach. "Don't be joking. The water source, the kitchen and other places have all been guarded by their own people."

"There are indeed several people monitoring each other."

Kelsey said the following but, "But the steward is alone, and he has no teammates. When you are guarding, do you pay attention to the water or food for the steward?"

"This……"

Duke had to shake his head, "I didn't pay attention all the time. By the way, where's the cook? Didn't she notice?"

Kelsey thought about Bella's self-blame and sadness. If it wasn't a fake, a person would eventually have omissions.

"Poisoning is still just a guess."

Yannick thought for a while and said, "Is there any conclusive evidence now? There are obvious signs of poisoning on the corpse?"

"That's right, it doesn't have to be poisoning."

Fernand's adjutant endured the panic, "14 people died in [-] hours. Now, who is not afraid that he will be the next to die? Maybe the manager jumped off the building because of too much pressure or grief."

Ilhan, with a wound on his face, spoke again, "Oh! That's because someone provoked the steward."

"Didn't Mr. Duke say that he knocked on the door 15 minutes ago, and the steward replied that he would come for dinner. Also, it was Mr. Adair and Mr. Sigson who saw the steward last this afternoon."

Ilhan sneered, "The three of you said that the manager was normal before, but now that he is dead, who is lying?"

Ilhan sneered, "Whether it's poisoning or stimulating people to the point of collapse, who is most suspected, don't I need to say?"

"Who are you insinuating?!"

Duke couldn't understand the few members of Osman, so he stood up and questioned: "If you have the ability to speak clearly! I talked to the steward, but he didn't open the door. How could I poison him through a door."

The deputy, Yotsgu, made up for Ilhan to Duke:

"You said you didn't open the door, but no one else can prove it. Otherwise, let everyone tell me, who saw the situation when Mr. Duke knocked on the door of the steward's room?"

On the long table, everyone else shook their heads.

From six o'clock to seven o'clock, the people who inspected the castle and the kitchen guards were busy.

Before serving meals, some returned to their rooms for a little personal hygiene such as washing their faces and hands.The kitchen is on the first floor, the manager is on the second floor, and the guests are on the third and fourth floors, all perfectly staggered.

Duke suppressed the anger of being wronged, "I said the steward didn't open the door, but he just said 'come right away' through the door. Besides, what kind of poison have you seen that took place in just 15 minutes?

It's not arsenic/frost that makes people die, but makes people jump off a building?Anyway, I've never heard of it! "

Ilhan sneered, "It's not you, it's the person in charge who I met before. That's right, it takes time for the poison to take hold. I really don't know how some people lick their faces and say they suspect others of poisoning."

'Whoosh—'

The arrow was stabbed at Kelsey.

Kelsey was not surprised by Ilhan's targeting, who still had bruises from her beating on his face.

"I'm in the room, and no one else can prove it."

Kelsey, on the other hand, was frank and frank, and turned and rolled his eyes at Ilhan disdainfully, "I dare to act bravely. If I feel upset, I will hit whoever I should, and I don't bother to use poisonous tricks."

When Ilhan heard the word 'beat', his cheeks twitched in pain again.

The shadow of being beaten has not dissipated, he finally lowered his voice, "Who knows if what you said is true or false?"

"I think Mr. Adair is credible."

Mr. Tang, who had not expressed his position all this time, suddenly said, "Mr. Adair and his two companions ran up and down to find out the truth about the death of 14 people. We didn't help much in the hall, and I don't thank the three of them for their help." We should thank them more or less for their hard work.”

Seeing Mr. Tang speaking, David immediately spoke up, "That's true. It's normal to have doubts now, but we must speak with evidence. We are the only ones left, and we can no longer kill each other.

In fact, all people get together and all actions are carried out together, that is the best way to avoid death from coming again. "

"That's not good."

Weisser raised doubts, "Everyone gathered together? All sat in the main hall overnight? We survived the night, but if we don't have enough rest, how can we deal with emergencies?"

David nodded, "I know some people will disagree, so I would like to suggest a team of people to act. Try not to be alone, and try to stay in your room tonight. Even if there is a knock on the door, you must be cautious Open again."

David's proposal was on point.

"Okay, don't be anyone's master."

Ilhan stood up and beckoned the three people who came with him to leave, "It's all nonsense, who doesn't know that they should hide in the house."

Once the four of Osman left, the atmosphere in the main hall eased a little.

"Let's all try to be more vigilant." Fernan also stood up and called the adjutant to leave.

There were five people left in the main hall.

David nodded to Kelsey, "Thank you for your hard work. We are also trying our best to decipher Earl B's notes. Mr. Tang has some experience in alchemy. If you buy more time, there may be a glimmer of life."

This was unexpected.

Kelsey asked, "You mean, can you decipher the big copper box mechanism of the watchtower?"

"It's still hard to tell. I went to see the mechanism lock of the copper box. It is a complex alchemy magic circle. The key is to find out Earl B's core idea of ​​occultism."

Mr. Tang didn't explain much, these can't be explained clearly in one or two sentences. "In short, the formation requires a formation eye, like the core formula in mathematical calculations. It is necessary to find out which formula Earl B chose."

Yannick was a little worried, "I'm afraid that we don't have enough time now, and we will be murdered at some point. Therefore, we should quickly find out who the hidden murderer is."

Find out who the murderer is.

This is the primary wish of everyone except the real murderer.

Kelsey checked the vacant room on the fourth floor where the steward fell, but there were no clues left here.

Could it be that the previous inference was wrong?Isn't the murderer killing according to Dante's Inferno model?If not, there will be another murderer with ulterior motives.

The steward deviated from the pattern of the previous three deaths, but it was very likely to be a breakthrough point, and the reason why he jumped off the building was highly likely to be poisoned to cause hallucinations.

There is no perfect detection reagent now, and some toxicological reactions of the corpse may take one night to show up.

However, time waits for no one.Although there is less than a quarter left today, no one knows whether the murderer will strike again.

Thinking of this, Kelsey hurried to the second floor.

The only way to quickly identify whether the steward has been poisoned is to test the poison yourself.If poisoned which kind of poison?Find out the source, and you will be one step closer to the murderer behind it.

The office door was unlocked.

Kelsey opened it as soon as she pulled it, and saw Sherlock sitting on the soft chair with a cup of cold tea in his hand.

Teacups are for stewards only.

The aroma of tea is the same as what the steward said.

It was probably the cup of tea that the steward drank before he died.

"Tom! You..."

Kelsey hurried forward, only to see Sherlock raise a teacup to her as a welcome.

"I checked where the steward went, and I was sure that this cup was the one he drank before he died."

Sherlock put down the teacup and shook his head, "Unfortunately, I can't find anything abnormal based on the smell. This cup only has the smell of tea, and I didn't find any abnormal powder or liquid."

"I can only try it myself to see if there is any problem. Sorry, Jerry, you are late."

Sherlock said with a smile, "Although I also hope that someone will do a controlled experiment together, but this time the situation is special, and we need to keep a conscious person."

Sorry shit!

Who would rush to drink the herbal tea suspected of poison.

Kelsey took a deep breath, refusing to acknowledge her previous intentions. "Hehe! Leave me awake and beat people up after the great Tom hallucinates?"

Sherlock leaned back on the soft chair, crossed his fingers on his knees, "Jerry, my good buddy. For the sake of the past, just don't hit your face. Of course, I would rather ask you to choose a gentle awakening ways, such as..."

Sherlock imaginatively imagined that it is definitely not suitable to wake up the Sleeping Beauty, and the acupuncture method is also painful enough. Should I choose to pour ice water?