Detective Bennet [Comprehensive novel]

Lestrade refrained from asking why he ate less geese, he was not the devil's inspector who wanted to ask everything.

Turning to the case, "Ms. Toby has no close relatives, and the team leader only recorded the address of one of her distant relatives, which is in San Francisco on the west coast of the United States. I can try to get the bureau to contact the US police, but no one can guarantee the time limit."

Since the 19s, the transatlantic cable laying project has been started, but many experiments have failed.

European and American public opinion is not optimistic about the smooth transoceanic communication, but after continuous efforts, the transoceanic telegraph was opened at the end of six or seven years ago.

Even so, the transoceanic telegraph is only used in the field of bulk business, and there are still high-level exchanges between the two places, but it has not yet been popularized by civilians.

If it weren't for the great influence of the death of Golden Rose, Scotland Yard would not be able to contact the US police to assist in the investigation for any victim.

"In the best case, the US police actively cooperated and successfully found the distant relative. The other party successfully traveled across the United States from the West Coast to the East Coast, and then successfully bought a boat ticket to depart from New York, and the boat arrived in Liverpool smoothly."

Lestrade calculated the smoothest time, "It will be at least one and a half months after the man arrives in London. We can't wait that long just to get him to agree to Ms. Toby's autopsy."

A prompt autopsy is imperative.

"Don't wait for someone to arrive in London, even if you need a verbal authorization first, you have to wait at least five or six days."

Kelsey understands the speed of things on the American side, and this era is no better than Scotland Yard. "It can only be cut first and played later, and it will be sent for inspection today."

Kelsey said that there is no need to worry about legal issues, "Someone will take care of the relevant legal procedures. Mr. Roderick has a lot of money to pursue Golden Rose, and he will not be stingy about the legal autopsy of Golden Rose. exemption plan."

Listen, this is the devil, using other people's money to do his own case.

Roderick not only has to rush forward to resist the storm of public opinion caused by the autopsy, but also spend a lot of money.

However, Lestrade breathed a sigh of relief.When you are in the same camp as the devil, it feels quite comfortable to be taken flying without worrying about it.

The carriage drove into Montague Street.

The two got out of the car and went to the cuckoo coffee shop they frequented.

I habitually go to a corner seat by the window, and there is already someone sitting in the old seat.

"Good morning."

Sherlock got up and said hello, "To celebrate Mr. Bennet's wonderful night, I invite you to this meal."

Lestrade felt that there was something wrong with his logic. Was the interrogation and search overnight a good night?Assuming it's good, Kelsey enjoys the night, why does Sherlock still have a treat?

At this time, there was a distance of two meters between the two parties offering the treat and the one being treated, and no one sat down first.

Kelsey smiled. Sherlock woke up earlier than usual, so he must have been waiting here on purpose.

As for why he waited?Kelsey accused with eyes: "Tom, how dare you say something about treats?! Feel guilty. Quickly realize that you have the ability of a crow's mouth! Thanks to your blessing, a big case has happened!"

In the room across the street, the lights were not on all night.

Sherlock did a method of exclusion, first denying the extremely low probability option that Kelsey met a charming lady, causing her to stay out at night.

Then contacting the sincere blessings he gave before the two separated, I was not surprised that Kelsey had a high probability of encountering a serious case on the road.

"Guilty? What kind of emotion is that?"

Sherlock smiled and blinked, "I'm just expressing my concern. Wouldn't it be nice to treat you who are tired to have a breakfast? Jerry, your suspicion hit me, how can you doubt my kindness."

"Cough cough!"

Lestrade did not stand stupidly, and took a seat first, "Mr. Holmes, do you include me in your treat?"

Sherlock asked with a smile, "The inspector thinks our relationship is already familiar to the point where we invite each other to dinner?"

Lestrade shook his head awkwardly, "It seems..."

"Just kidding, of course we invite you together."

Sherlock didn't hit Lestrade too hard outside the time of the case.At least one more serviceable detective was left, who didn't want to be an advisor to the rest of the Scotland Yard mess. "The two of you have been busy all night, why don't you replenish some energy before talking about other things."

"Thank you very much then."

Kelsey ended the eye fight this time, embarrassing no one and not embarrassing his own stomach.He didn't order coffee, and made sure he could catch up on sleep later, and was ready to hand Sherlock the trouble of sending him to a medical school for an autopsy.

after breakfast.

The three of them took care of the emotions of the diners around them, did not talk about the death scene in the store, and simply talked in the carriage.

"This is Ms Toby's vomit before she died."

Kelsey produced a sealed vial, and Scotland Yard detectives extracted some vomit, and she made another for Sherlock to see. "Please smell it."

Lestrade tilted his head slightly, the devil really didn't care about the meal he just had, or he should be thankful for seeing the small glass bottle before it was on the dinner table.

"No particular smell."

Sherlock carefully observed the color of the vomit, "There is no blood here, and there is no scene?"

Kelsey spread her hands, "At that time, Corbett and others had already had a physical conflict with the troupe, which caused the traces on the scene to be very chaotic. Fortunately, no one stepped on the body of Jin Rose, but the vomit was stepped on. It's all around. It's a mess, no blood streaks can be found."

Destroyed death scenes will always increase the difficulty of screening evidence.

Lestrade didn't know what smell the two cared about, "This yellow bottle, should it have any smell?"

"It doesn't smell like rat urine."

Sherlock pointed out that the vomit of hemlock poisoning should have this special smell.

Seeing Lestrade's mouth twitch, Sherlock kindly added a detailed description. "If the detective wants to practice how to tell, you might as well go to the sewers in the Whitechapel area, where you can always find rat nests."

After the Great Stink Incident in London more than ten years ago, a comprehensive reconstruction of the city's sewers began.There are fewer rats running around in the central area, but the slums are still a safe haven for rats.

Distinguishing the smell of rat urine from a dirty and smelly environment is far more challenging than a laboratory environment.

Lestrade: Thanks, I don't want to challenge.

Lestrade quickly skipped this point, "Now we can rule out the poisonous celery as the source of the poison?"

Kelsey shook her head slightly.Before, she couldn't remember the specific smell of rat urine, so she could only make a rough judgment from the fact that Stephanie's vomit had no special smell - [-]% of Adler's ointment might not be the source of the poison.

"It is still too early to draw conclusions, and it may also be a mixed poison."

Kelsey reminded not to miss any possibility, "The complex interpersonal relationships in the troupe make the case complicated. Detective, do you think other people in the troupe will not know that Ms. Adler is carrying external wound medicine?"

The topical ointment has a pungent smell.

Adler was injured by a bump, and it was impossible for the members of the troupe who went in and out together to understand.

Lestrade nodded, "I also doubted the possibility of setting the blame. Others don't know that Jin Meigui wants to retire, and Ms. Adler is the most potential newcomer, it is better to set the blame, then you can kill two people with one move .”

"But it happened suddenly, and the golden rose was poisoned by other poisons. The mixture of poisons made it difficult to directly distinguish the source of the poison. Of course, this is just a complicated possibility."

Kelsey just habitually assumes multiple possibilities, "The key lies in the autopsy, and it is necessary to quickly transport the body out of London."

Scotland Yard is not an iron bucket. First there is Corbett who is headstrong, and then there is York who reveals clues at will.

When the body was sent to the medical school, the location had to be carefully chosen and kept secret, lest irrational Golden Rose supporters mob around and cause trouble.

Sherlock immediately decided, "I'm going to find Balk. Don't look at him actively trying to get tickets for the Golden Rose. Those are all preferences that can be thrown away at any time, and they can't compare with the preference for autopsies. He and I transported the corpse to Cambridge Medical School first. .”

Balck has a forensic laboratory in Cambridge, and leaving London can also avoid the public opinion storm, but the coroner's assistant has to think about it, preferably someone who is not interested in the Opera of the Golden Rose.

Who is it?

Sherlock looked at Kelsey, and the two silently came to a conclusion.

"Ah!"

Watson rubbed his nose, and at ten o'clock in the morning, he lingered out of bed.Just had breakfast, ready to start a leisurely weekend life.

At this moment, the door was knocked hastily, and it turned out that the detective from Scotland Yard came to the door.

"You are Mr. John Watson?" Lestrade quickly looked at Watson while withdrawing his police officer's card, wondering how this ungraduated intern could be targeted by the devils.

"It was recommended by someone, and with the consent of your mentor Abel, please suspend the work at hand and help with the autopsy of a murder case."

Lestrade took out a cooperation order issued by Dr. Abel of St. Bartholomew's Hospital, agreeing to lend his student for half a month to assist Scotland Yard in handling the case.

"Ah?" Watson was completely awake, pointing to himself, "You're not mistaken? Ask me to do an autopsy? I don't have relevant experience."

How did Lestrade know what the devils were thinking? What he was sure of was that this autopsy needed more reliable and tight-lipped assistants.

He pretended to pay attention to Watson for a long time, "Please don't be humble, Mr. Watson, are you sure you have no experience in autopsy?"

"I……"

Watson was about to say no, but the bizarre dead bodies in the dark castle came into his mind.Indeed, he was forced to make a cameo as a medical examiner.

Even Lestrade could understand this kind of pause, "It seems that you have remembered your previous experience. Don't hesitate, please leave with me, time is really tight."

Could it be that Lestrade's face was serious and upright?

Watson accepted the co-investigation order, hurriedly brought a few changes of clothes, and then got into the carriage that left London.

gallop all the way.

Arriving in Cambridge a few hours later, the two had just met and talked happily.

Lestrade: After confirming the details, Watson has never had direct contact with the two devils, but has only heard their names.

Watson: The authenticity is confirmed. Lestrade is the detective in charge, and he also knows the founder of the team that discovered the four blood types.

"We have arrived."

Lestrade parked the car, and before entering the medical school, he suddenly asked something. "Mr. Watson, you have a lot of accomplishments in literature. I would like to ask you something. Someone advised you to eat less goose. Is there any special meaning?"

Lestrade paused, then added self-awareness, "I'm talking about aspects that may be related to irony."

"Eat less goose, irony is relevant."

Watson didn't know the specifics. "Maybe it has something to do with anserine. You know it's another anatomical layer, which means stupid. The Latin word anser is the origin of this word."

"There is also a saying that what you eat can make up for you, and you can make up your body with your body."

Watson said uncertainly, "The reason why I advise a person to eat less goose is that he will be more stupid if he eats too much goose. I don't think the other party is necessarily sarcastic, but more likely a kind of cold humor."

Lestrade took a deep breath, thank you, as the person involved, he was not humored.

"Hehe, let's not talk about geese."

Lestrade dropped the complex etymology and said, "Go and see the corpse."

The Cambridge Medical Laboratory Building is quiet.

The hallway echoed only with the sound of footsteps on the wooden floor.

When the door of the forensic room was pushed open, the mixed smell of disinfectant and formalin attacked.

Under the light, a female corpse lay on the dissection table in the center.

When Watson entered the forensic room, the first thing he saw was a man holding a magnifying glass, bending over to get close to the corpse. He was observing the corpse's feet meticulously.

"coming."

Sherlock didn't look up, "Nice to meet you. It's the first time we meet, Mr. Watson, please look at the foot of the corpse first, and tell us what you found."

Watson: Listen, this special greeting.When meeting for the first time, shouldn't we chat about the weather first?He actually entered the testing stage without any formality!