Detective Bennet [Comprehensive novel]

The backstage of the theater was almost in chaos.

Fortunately, most of the audience had already left the theater, so there was no louder noise.

"If you don't check it out today, no one is allowed to leave!"

"Yes! Golden Rose must not be wronged, the murderer must be among you."

"I heard that other actresses in the troupe complained that they couldn't get ahead because of the pressure of Golden Rose. Did they remove the biggest obstacle?"

"Oh, my poor Golden Rose, you brought newcomers on tour together, and you ended up with death in exchange for it! You must never let go of those who want revenge!"

Those who were furious were the supporters of the Golden Rose, a dozen men of different ages.

They left reluctantly at the end of the show, or they held some identities, or they thought they were enthusiastic enough, and they all waited at the entrance and exit of the backstage.

Stephanie, who just came to the end of the stage, and a dozen people are about to stage an open and secret battle, fighting for who can meet the golden rose at midnight.

No one expected that Stephanie's cheeks were flushed, and in front of everyone, she couldn't control her stomach tightly and vomited a puddle of yellow water.

Immediately afterwards, Stephanie fell to the ground.

At first, the dozen or so men backed away, thankful they weren't getting vomit.

After three or four minutes of silence, Inspector Corbett, relying on the fact that he had seen many dirty crime scenes, reacted first, and endured the discomfort to check on Stephanie's situation.

No one thought that Stephanie was dying when she fell to the ground.

Fifteen minutes ago, Stephanie was smiling on the stage to call the curtain call. Now she is vomiting and passing out. Maybe she ate unclean food, or she was accidentally pregnant?

Corbett thought of this wake-up call to help Stephanie, he finally had a chance to get close to the actress he liked.Usually, with his status as the inspector, he can only speak a few words with the chief of the troupe at most.

However, he pushed Stephanie's shoulder, but got no response.He stared at her for another five seconds, but couldn't see any ups and downs.

At this time, Corbett realized that the situation was bad.

He checked Stephanie's breath and neck pulse again, but there was no response to any of them.And touched Stephanie's forehead and cheeks, those blushes were caused by abnormal high fever.

But after the curtain call, Stephanie, as the chief, always enjoyed being surrounded by flowers.

The actors on the same stage habitually slowed down, without exception, they were not in a hurry to compete with the supporters who surrounded the golden rose backstage.

Someone once said a few words, worrying that Stephanie would be surrounded and injured.

But Stephanie said with a smile, please don't worry too much, she doesn't think she will be hurt by the supporters, it is rare to meet backstage, and she can't disappoint the supporters.

This led to a circle of supporters around Stephanie after she fell to the ground.A dozen men shouted from excitement to fright, and from fright to anger.

The rest of the troupe came late.When he arrived, he met more than a dozen furious male lions at once.

The men surrounded and clamored, they must not let the murderer of Stephanie go.They shouted that Stephanie had been performing for five days in a row, and it could only be that someone in the troupe killed her.

Shocked by the news of Stephanie's death, the troupe wanted to step up to see what happened, but they were stopped by a dozen men.

The two sides almost clashed with each other, but the security of the Rose Theater came in time and separated the two parties.The space distance is separated, but it cannot stop the accusations of supporters.

The theater assistant couldn't handle the big deal and hurried to the boss, Blake.

When Blake came backstage together with Kelsey with a gloomy face, he was able to pass through several layers of human walls, and what he saw was the body of Stephanie who had been dead for half an hour.

"It's poisonous killing!"

Corbett revealed his identity as the detective of Scotland Yard, and took over the investigation of Stephanie's death without hesitation. "High fever, abdominal pain, and vomiting are all manifestations of poisoning. Who can poison Stephanie? Only you people!"

Corbett looked around, and finally landed on Irene Adler unkindly. "You! You are the one who is most suspected!"

"This Ms. Adler is the most promising newcomer in the troupe."

The man with the mustache on the side snorted coldly, "I heard Stephanie mentioned you a long time ago, and she brought you to the tour. Can you be more grateful?"

"Tell her how to be grateful, who will slander the benefactor's poor singing skills."

Corbett didn't think there was a problem with his attitude at all. Now that he was investigating the case, there was absolutely no need to maintain a gentlemanly attitude in front of Adler.

"Since it's a poisoning case, you, as well as other people in the troupe, have to search everyone's personal belongings."

Adler was named and ridiculed for a while, and he didn't rush to refute the theory of supporting.

She still didn't change her face, and said calmly, "Ms. Toby's misfortune has happened. As her colleague, I naturally want to find out the truth. But we are here to perform in London, not to be suspects. The detective rashly Designate, do you have a search warrant?"

Corbett doesn't know magic, so how could he conjure up a search warrant on the spot, but he is still confident.

"The murder of Jin Meigui is no small matter. The matter is urgent. Why not cooperate on the spot? When the search warrant is issued and the murderer erases all the evidence, who can take the heavy responsibility?"

"It must be investigated now! The evidence cannot be destroyed."

"You make some sense, why do you just investigate, why are the theater troupes supposed to be hiding suspects!"

Seeing that the two parties were about to quarrel again, Brightman snapped, "Be quiet!"

Brightman cursed unknowingly how many times he was unlucky, not because he was sympathetic to Stephanie's death, but the upcoming storm of public opinion made him even more headache.

Just from the outrage of the dozen or so supporters at the scene, it can be seen how much his theater will suffer when the news of the death of the Golden Rose spreads across London.

Brightman looked at Roderick, he was the highest among the supporters of the Golden Rose, and his ancestors had won the Knight Medal.

"There is a murder case. On behalf of the theater, I am willing to cooperate with the investigation, but we must also pay attention to the method. Mr. Roderick, what do you think?"

Roderick didn't clamor together, but his attitude was very tough, "If you don't search tonight, you might let the prisoner go. Jin Meigui left suddenly, and I have to get back the truth for her."

Corbett straightened his back even more when he heard that.Sure enough, someone supported his decision, and he pointed at Adler again, "It starts with you, hurry up, go inside and spread out all your personal belongings one by one."

The popularity of Golden Rose might make a strict investigation unavoidable.

Most of the people in the troupe looked ugly. It was hard to tell whether it was because of the death of a colleague, or because they were accused of murder.

Seeing that Adler was still poised, Corbett felt like an unreasonable clown.A puff of anger rushed straight to the top of his head, and he was so angry that he planned to take strong measures, so he was ready to drag it directly.

"Wait a moment."

Kyle took a few steps to the side, half-blocking in front of Adler, looking directly at Corbett. "There is nothing wrong with the investigation, but it may be questionable who should conduct the investigation. This gentleman claims to be from Scotland Yard, so he should abide by the principle of recusal in handling cases."

Kelsey looked at Corbett and shook his head, "In your current state, you are not suitable for handling cases related to the deceased. Don't let your personal feelings affect the fairness of the investigation."

"Who are you?"

Corbett was stopped halfway and became even more angry.

Jin Meigui was alive, so he could only stand in the back and wait for the last chance to chat with her.

Jin Meigui is dead, he is no longer pushed to the periphery, and he can use his skills as a police detective to avenge him.

However, the suspect being questioned was not afraid of him.Someone even jumped out abruptly to stop him.

"It doesn't matter who I am."

Kelsey almost didn't know what to call herself.

At first she was called Professor S, but the fat boss and Balk called her S more affectionately to praise her for being able to see through the soul.

Tonight, she thought she might have to change her name to D.Reliving the whole life, unknowingly always encountering death unexpectedly, as if becoming the agent of the god of death.

No, you can't claim to be related to the god of death.

This is not the favor of the god of death, but Sherlock's sincere blessing before leaving, which led to the reappearance of strange luck.

The slander is fleeting.

Kelsey said unhurriedly to Corbett: "The important thing is that you should recuse yourself and have a different detective investigate this case. Another detective who has no unweaned children in his home to care for, Not to mention that I will not push all the housework to my wife, and enjoy the opera by myself and still linger in the background for a long time."

"You go home early, on the one hand, to avoid suspicion, and on the other hand, to prevent the outside world from accusing Scotland Yard of inhumanly oppressing the police, and not even leaving you a little time for family reunion."

Kelsey kept smiling, showing no trace of sarcasm at all, but everyone could tell that it was a capital letter carved on Corbett's forehead.

"How do you..."

Corbett swallowed the word "know" and tried his best to recall, making sure that he had never dealt with this person before him.

At that moment, he was so annoyed that he almost lost his judgment, and he opened his mouth to identify the pervert who was following him, but Roderick asked the question first.

"You are Mr. Bennet."

Roderick paid a little attention to the audience in the front row tonight, and got a general idea of ​​who they were.

Hearing that Kelsey was coming, the first reaction was not the great discovery of the four blood types, but the scandal that uncovered Viscount Peterson's mansion.

Roderick tried to keep smiling as Kelsey nodded.

Although he cared about the truth about Jin Meigui's death, he didn't want to be on the cusp of gossip in London at all.Maybe not even tomorrow, just like Corbett, who was somehow stripped off right then and there.

Roderick softened his attitude, "You are right, we need a detective who can handle things impartially. Who do you think is suitable?"

"I'm not as well-informed as you. Who do you think is more suitable?"

Kelsey kicked the ball back, and she would definitely not ask Lestrade to come, that would draw a wave of hatred from her colleagues to Lestrade.

Roderick was not familiar with the Scotland Yard detectives, but he could give their chief's name, but that was not appropriate.

He thought for a while because there was one who was famous, "I remember that there was a detective L who had solved several major serial cases, so let him come. What do you guys think?"

When more than a dozen supporters heard Roderick's proposal, except for Corbert's face flushed, everyone else nodded.

The troupe had more or less heard the name of Inspector L, except for Corbett, so they also nodded in agreement.

Kelsey thought to himself, "Inspector Lestrade, I really didn't cheat you this time."

Four 10 minutes later.

Lestrade arrived at the Rose Theater panting.

The person who came to notify him to call the police was vague, and only said that at the invitation of Roderick, the detective of Scotland Yard was invited to handle an important case, and he was also asked to bring some men who could keep their mouths shut and trustworthy.

After entering the closed theater, I learned from the theater assistant that Jin Meigui had died.Her supporters came close to fighting with the troupe.

Lestrade didn't think the case was difficult at first, but the next moment he saw Kelsey, his heart skipped a beat.

He hasn't seen the devil for some days, and there are still big and small cases happening in London every day, but he somehow feels that life is quite easy.The devils are not doing some blood experiments recently, so why did they appear in the theater again?

Doubts are put aside.

Lestrade had to arrange the two groups of people into different rooms before he could conduct the investigation in an orderly manner.

The scene went from being tense, to finally becoming orderly.

Adler didn't follow the troupe immediately, staring at Kelsey's back, she couldn't help smiling.Just stepped forward and sincerely thanked, "Mr. Bennet, thank you for your help."

Kelsey shook her head slightly. "I just don't want obstruction of justice."

"Whatever your starting point is, you really stepped up."

Upholding justice is easier said than done, and Adler has not seen many people practice it.She smiled, but quickly put away her smile, and said in a low voice, "But I might cause you trouble."

"Please also clarify."

Kelsey motioned to Adler but said it's okay, don't preconceive it as troublesome.Because no one could give her more trouble than Sherlock, and Tom could summon the power of death when he opened his mouth.

Adler pursed his lips, trying to keep his tone unchanged, "I carry a wound plaster in my belongings, which contains hemlock. A little external application can remove blood stasis and relieve pain, but if it is taken internally by mistake..."

Kelsey's eyes moved slightly. If it is taken internally, it is highly poisonous.

Legend has it that Socrates died of hemlock.Although it was later proved that he was more likely to die from poisonous ginseng, the initial rumors have made poisonous celery famous.

Did the Golden Rose die of hemlock?