Detective Bennet [Comprehensive novel]

'Boom thump—'

Watson heard the knock on the door and subconsciously glanced out the window.

At 01:30 in the afternoon, it is sunny today.

The spring breeze in April is soft. If you take a walk in the afternoon, you may be able to encounter the beautiful scenery at the corner of the street.

But Watson didn't fantasize about the leisurely afternoon. His first reaction was, there must be someone outside the door holding a transfer order/invitation letter, asking him to go to the university's forensic room/police station to help with the autopsy, right?

Open the door, it is the pair of American teachers and students.

In just 10 minutes, Watson was highly concentrated and listened to the inferences of the two poisoning cases verbatim.

"I probably understand."

Watson said so, only God knows, whether he understood the American professor's rapid speech.

"The two contacted Mr. Holmes and Mr. Bennet, conducted a telegram exchange, and then came to the conclusion that Chara, the janitor, was most likely to be replaced."

Watson ignored the complicated process and directly intercepted two points related to him.

Hearing that his drug test was helped by the KS team, the two Americans also consulted with the London side on a whim, and they just got in touch with the two partners.

After some straightforward (intricate) reasoning, it is necessary to ask Watson for help and ask the Turin Police Department to interrogate the gatekeeper Chara.

Watson didn't bother to complain that the telegram was expensive to contact London, and the Yankees probably didn't care about money at all.

He only felt that he had become the spokesman for solving the case, "Actually, you two can contact the police on your own. The Turin police are eager to solve the case and will not refuse any clues."

Watson is not evasive, but unwilling to cover up the credit of the two Americans. "Both of you know that I've been in the limelight recently because the drug test was completed quickly and successfully. If I came forward, the outside world might ignore your efforts to solve the case."

"My good Mr. Watson, it does not matter whose credit it is."

Sherlock had no desire to waste time with the Turin police.Neither he nor Kelsey would have concocted a connection to London were it not for Watson's credit.

"The most important thing is to solve the case as soon as possible. It is necessary to know that rare poisons were used in the two poisoning cases. Only when the murderers are found can they be asked how they got the dangerous poisons."

"Yes! Finding out the origin of the original poison is the most important thing. Mr. Watson, you have participated in two drug tests, and you must understand the difficulty of preparing relevant comparative reagents in the laboratory."

Kelsey said solemnly, "Where did the murderer obtain the poison? Besides them, are there other buyers? If these issues are not clarified, poisonous killings will continue to be staged."

Watson had already learned the pretentiousness and respectfulness of the Turin police.He was questioned even when he was invited for an autopsy. If the two Yankees go without invitation, it is impossible to expect the police to cooperate obediently.

"Okay, let's go now."

Watson took over the new task of spokesperson, "In order to better convince the police, do you have any other more powerful evidence?"

"The hijacked freight train, the list of train personnel from loading to transportation."

Sherlock pointed out that Joan Spada's son should be among them, "Earlier, Edwin searched from the perspective of his relationship with Primo and the museum staff, now it's time to change his thinking."

Then, Kelsey reported several surnames, "Joan's son is 16 years old this year, and there is a high probability that he has changed his name. It may be from his mother's surname Spada, or from his grandmother's surname, or from one of the famous people in the Spada family. First name and last name. After the train was robbed, an urgent letter was sent to Turin or nearby villages and towns, delivering the news that the dead rat had been found."

Watson nodded, and hurried to the police station immediately.

I didn't have time to appreciate the wild flowers along the way, and I didn't greet the Turin police much, so I directly threw a series of inferences on their heads.

It was the two police detectives who had gone to invite Watson for an autopsy a few days ago to receive him.

The two tried their best to understand the cause and effect, but when Watson finished speaking, they found themselves dazed.

Do you want to admit the fact that you were stunned?

The two police detectives unanimously showed a look of sudden realization.

"So that's it." The fat detective praised, "Mr. Watson, you and your friend's deduction broke the current predicament. I immediately contacted the Paris train station and asked them to check the list."

The skinny policeman also said positively, "You don't have to wait for the list to be finalized. You can go to the museum immediately and verify your real identity to the gatekeeper early. Whether she has any problems, whether she has a disguise, and the truth will be revealed after she removes a few more makeup."

See, this is the 'Watson effect'.

Kelsey gave the scene a new name, and the Turin police began to blindly follow Watson's analysis of the case because of Watson's quick identification of the matching poison.

"Let's wait. It won't take too long to compare the list."

Kelsey reassures the fat, skinny detectives who are about to walk away, reminding them of the extremely dangerous potential of the janitor. "There was an explosion in the lab, and no one knows if there is another can of explosives in the museum."

Sherlock saw that the faces of the two police detectives changed suddenly, and he said comforting words together, "Therefore, it is necessary to determine whether Joan Spada's son works on the freight train. Knowing the whereabouts of this person will add a bargaining chip to interrogate the janitor. The janitor has explosives in his hand, so he has to think about it before detonating it."

It would have been a consolation of success were it not for the last sentence.

The fat and thin police detectives both stopped in their tracks, trying to pretend that they were not scared at all.

"Indeed, the evidence is better."

The fat detective said, "I asked the Paris train station a few times before, and they have put forward the information of the train staff at the time of the accident for separate storage, and now the verification is very fast."

More than an hour later, a telegram came from the Paris train station.

On March 3, a freight train was hijacked, and one of the staff responsible for loading the train was George Dana.

He was just 16 years old, and he also had the same birth name as Joan Pasdar's mother, that is, he took his grandmother's birth name Dana.

After verification, Dana urgently delivered a letter to the towns around Turin via the post office near the train station on the morning of the 25th.

"It's rare that a Frenchman can do everything well."

The thin detective got the latest telegram, "The post office receptionist remembered Dana because he was there too early. He was the first person to rush in to post the letter after the door opened for business that day."

How could you not be in a hurry.

On the 24th, the train was robbed in the middle of the night, and on the 25th, the dead rats were brought to Turin.

If it wasn't for the absence of curator Furman in Turin on the 25th, the autopsy would have started on the night of the 25th, but the morning of the 26th would have been delayed.

There are always variables in the development of the situation, and it is impossible to control it every time.

Just like in the beginning, if Director Furman had returned to the museum earlier, the murderer might not have had time to arrange to detonate the dead rats.

Or now, the janitor never expected to face sudden charges.She was about to speak sarcastically, but she heard the hateful Yankee speak.

"I don't know much about what's going on in Europe."

Sherlock seemed to be purely curious, and asked the fat and thin police detectives for evidence, "Sentencing should be different for refusing to plead guilty and frankly cooperating?"

"Of course not."

The fat detective was thinking clearly at the moment, half encouraging and half threatening to the gatekeeper:

"The poisoning case is raging. If the suspect can confess and cooperate with the police to solve the case, the police will definitely show her repentance in court. If she refuses to plead guilty, then she needs to talk to her accomplices. Ma'am, you Ever heard of George Dana?"

The janitor's stooped body trembled suddenly, and he straightened his back subconsciously for a moment, "What are you doing to George!"

Makeup remover should not be used.

The janitor's question was tantamount to admitting that she had replaced Chara, and it was really Joan Spada.

Contrary to the worst expectations, Joan's concern for her son made her not hesitate to expose her disguised identity.

Kelsey watched Joan, who was no longer pretending to be hunched over. Joan's voice was still hoarse and unaltered by worry, so she was not using a false voice?

"Ms. Spada, I think you don't want to be called so-and-so's wife anymore. The sentencing of your son as an accessory depends on whether you can cooperate with the police to find out all the truth."

"The truth? Hmph! You didn't find me until you figured out the exchange and killing people."

Joan's back was stiff, and after years of pretending to be hunched, she was no longer used to standing normally. "What else do I need to cooperate with? Don't say those intimidating words, what did you do to George?!"

"No one threatens and lures you. Confessing your crime is the best way out for you."

The skinny police detective said in a stern tone, "Of course we brought the suspect Dana under control. How you will be sentenced later is not related to your attitude of pleading guilty. Don't try to excuse anyone. Who gave you the poison that killed the four Primos? of!"

Joan pursed her lips tightly and gave only silence.

For a while, the atmosphere was deadlocked.

Watson looked at the dark spots on Joan's face. A woman was so cruel to herself for revenge, but Joan was not an outright cruel murderer.

He couldn't help sighing, "Ms. Spada, your revenge has been completed, why don't you be honest about everything? That poison supplier in the dark is very dangerous, do you want him to harm innocent people?"

"No, you don't want to." Watson gave Joan a firm answer after asking the question, "If you were cruel, you wouldn't have just blown up the dead rats and let them borrow someone from the laboratory. If you were ruthless, now You won’t subconsciously forget your disguise just because you heard your son’s name.”

Watson said sincerely, "A confession will do you and your son good."

Joan's blotchy face was slightly shaken.

Kelsey added fire, "The three-party exchange of poisonous killings is over, and everyone you want to kill is dead. It is unknown what price the other two parties paid for revenge, but you have failed a respectable elder Or, murder her only concern."

Joan's replacement for Chara is bound to take a closer look.

How did the two go from strangers to acquaintances?Sympathy or the best reason.

Joan took the secret medicine, developed dark spots on her face and made her throat sore, which aroused Chara's pity.

Chara's only concern in the world is the black cat, but the black cat died in the explosion, how can Joan say that she has a clear conscience.

Kelsey said bluntly: "You don't have a clear conscience, and the person who provided you with the poison is even less innocent. Only by exposing him can more killings be prevented."

Joan bit her lip and turned her head slightly, unwilling to think about the dead Chara and the black cat.

"Czech Republic and Slovakia, you use local stationery for correspondence."

Sherlock pointed out the contact information, cutting off the possibility that Joan said that he did not know the source of the drug source.

He even pointed out, "Three poisonings and crimes were exchanged. Vincent, the florist in London, avenged her daughter who died of madness after repenting of marriage; the poisoner in Berlin, Germany must have been persecuted by Primo. Revenge. Your case is different."

Why is Joan's situation different?Even fat and skinny police detectives can answer this question.

Jin Meigui has an affair with the dentist, which makes the dentist act like crazy to kill his wife.The dentist accidentally ingested poison and died. Was Golden Rose also guilty of death?

It depends on the degree of involvement of Golden Rose.

But at one point, Joan chose revenge and made her 16-year-old son an accomplice, losing a young man's future.

"I think the other two parties have nothing to worry about."

Sherlock asked Joan sharply, "Aren't you concerned too? Don't you care that George Dana has been in prison for more than ten years?"

Joan gritted her teeth, and finally spit out a sentence, "Deutsch Swoboda, we met in the Czech Republic, and now he has obtained French citizenship, and is a doctor in a Paris hospital."

When the skinny detective heard this, he immediately nodded to everyone and rushed back to the police station.Contact the Paris police as soon as possible to arrest the dangerous Swoboda.

in the museum.

Joan said the most important thing, and there was no need to hide the rest.

The case is roughly as inferred by Kelsey and Sherlock. The three parties in Germany, Britain and Italy carried out a triangle exchange murder.

What linked the three parties together was a trip to the Czech Republic four years ago.

Four years ago, Sulena in Munich, Germany had just lost her husband and son.

The father and son just went hunting in the mountains, but only half of the corpse was left, and the rest were swallowed by wild animals.

Su Luna did not believe that her father and son, who had been in and out of the mountains all year round, suffered such bad luck for no reason, but found nothing after calling the police and investigating.The police attributed it to the fact that the two people from the Czech Republic were not familiar with the surroundings of Munich, and they were very unlucky to encounter a pack of wolves who were out looking for food.

After some investigations were fruitless, Su Luna could only send the bodies of her husband and son back to her hometown.

Far away in the UK, Wendy of a flower shop in London suffered a divorce and went crazy.

Mrs. Vincent did not check for a while and failed to watch her daughter, so Wendy got the scissors and committed suicide.

Mrs. Vincent hates her daughter's ex-fiancé deeply, but she is weak and unable to fight against Ott, who has gained a firm foothold in London.

She could only temporarily leave the sad place and chose to travel to Central Europe to relieve her sadness and resentment.

Meanwhile, a dentist died in Milan, Italy.

Joan took her son to the Czech Republic, not to relax, but to see a doctor.

"You guys made a mistake. I didn't take the secret medicine on purpose, but I was poisoned the night I killed the scum."

Joan confessed that the reason why she escaped death was not because she was lucky, but because she knew the antidote formula.

The secret poison of the Spada family has undergone several changes in the 200 years of circulation.The toxicity was controlled, and an antidote that could be taken in advance was created.

Joan did not hide the existence of this secret poison and antidote when she first married the dentist.Unexpectedly, the dentist took the antidote first one day, and put the medicine in all the meals, pretending to be ignorant and poisoning her to death.

"Fortunately, I had already noticed that the scumbag was having an extramarital affair, so I paid more attention at that time. I found that the secret medicine stored was taken out, and there was leftover wrapping paper in the kitchen."

Joan pretended to be ignorant and ate dinner, but she had been poisoning in reverse, and brought a glass of arsenic/scented wine to the dentist.

The dentist took arsenic without knowing it, and he died.

Joan followed the secret recipe to configure the antidote to the family's secret poison, but missed the best time for treatment, dark spots began to appear on her face, and her voice became hoarse.

According to family lore, the pharmacist who made the antidote many years ago was from the Czech Republic.Joan took her son to try her luck.

The three heartbroken people met in the Czech Republic, but none of them found a cure for their heartbroken hearts.

Joan also didn't find a pharmacist to treat the trauma, but got acquainted with Dr. Svoboda.

Gradually, several people became familiar with each other.

Later, in order to seek the truth, Dr. Swoboda helped Sulena find out the suspicious points when her husband and son died.Antique dealer Primo haunts the mountains and forests from time to time. There may be a hidden den there, and the father and son accidentally broke into it and were killed.

"Later, Su Luna tried her best to make money, and used the money to buy off Primo's subordinates. The other party admitted that the mountains and forests in the area were dangerous and they could not run around. They had to be careful not to get some kind of trapping powder, and be chased and killed by wild beasts.

After Su Luna's continuous and in-depth investigation, she really found the counterfeiting den near the place where her husband and son died, but it was empty. "

Joan shook her head, "Even if there is no evacuation, Su Luna can't do it alone if she wants to fight against the powerful Primo."

Just as Mrs. Vincent could not resist Ott who repented of marriage, just as Joan could not make the golden rose disappear from the world.

As time passed, instead of disappearing, the hatred became deeper and deeper.

Dr. Svoboda understood the pain of the three and made a suggestion that they can't do it alone, but they can choose to cooperate.

Then he will provide the poison in exchange for killing people, so that he can get revenge without being punished at all.This would be a perfect poisoning scheme to deceive the sky.

At the beginning, the plan was proposed, but the three parties did not immediately adopt it.

Exchange kills, neither exchange nor kill, neither is easy.One by one, it is necessary to understand the enemy's living habits and hidden secrets, which will be a long process.

However, the three agreed.

Because Dr. Swoboda was on a business trip to Turin, he discovered that Primo had business dealings with the Ancient Egyptian Museum, and he came up with a perfect replacement plan when he met Chara, the janitor with the same dark face.

Joan approached Chara with similar symptoms, and gradually gained her trust, and she would have a chance to attack Primo in the future.

Mrs. Vincent, on the other hand, continued to return to the flower shop in London.According to Jin Meigui's growing popularity, she will definitely go on a tour in London in the future, and that's the time for her to poison Jin Meigui.

Finally there is Sulena, who stays in Munich waiting for Ott's arrival.Ott is engaged in trading business and has been going back and forth between Britain and Germany. As long as he is patient enough, there will be opportunities.

This sentence will definitely have a chance in the future, and the first wait is four years.

It was the support of the power of vengeance that made the three ordinary women try their best to secretly observe the enemy's every move.Under the subtle influence of Dr. Svoboda, he became a terrible killer.

In the end, the three sides completed a series of intricate and almost seamless serial poisonings.

Joan added, "I didn't murder Chara. When I met Chara four years ago, her health was failing, and she offered me to take over as janitor."

Is Chara aware?

Joan didn't know it, but she did have a guilty conscience.

Chara may hope that she can let go of her hatred, start a new life with her son, and entrust the black cat to her care.

In the end, she dragged her son into the poisoning case, and even made use of the black cat's habit to let it detonate the explosives in the laboratory vent.

The room was quiet again.

The fat detective didn't have time to sigh, and quickly put handcuffs on Joan. There is still a lot of work to do after that.

For example, contact the police in London and Munich to arrest the other two murderers, for example, let the leader, Dr. Svoboda, fully confess his guilt.

For such a conspirator who arranged the overall situation, [-]% of the time, Svoboda would not plead guilty easily, and maybe he would hire the best defense lawyer and get away with it.

"Ms. Pasdar, do you regret it?"

Kelsey finally asked, "You have the opportunity to choose a different life, and you don't have to change your life to kill the golden rose."

"Regret?" Joan shook her head, "If the person you are in love with moves on and kills you for the sake of your new love. You have been ruined, and your new love is living a better life every day. Are you willing to let go of it?" Hate?"

Joan doesn't need someone else's answer, "Maybe, you can let the past go, but I can't. So I don't regret it, I just feel guilty. Turin is a magical place, where I met the kindness and warmth that Chara gave .”

However, many things always have a but.

Joan smiled sadly, "Unfortunately, in the intersection of black and white magic, good and evil are always uncertain. And I regret that I did not choose light in this life."

**

At the end of May, the series of poisoning cases involving three places and criminals in four countries were completely solved.

With the confession of the leader, Dr. Swoboda, the European continent seems to have returned to its previous calm, and people don't have to worry about being murdered by rare poisons.

Kelsey did his best to play the last part of Professor Joe Smith, and returned to London after a seminar on the expansion of the Egyptian Museum.

Her mood was like the usual weather in London, covered with a layer of gray fog and unclear.The poisoning murder case was solved and all the criminals involved were arrested, but there was still something wrong.

Dr. Svoboda pleaded guilty without excuse?

This was beyond Kelsey's expectation. Could it be that the presence of witnesses and physical evidence made Dr. Svoboda indistinguishable?The Paris police have handed over the case to the prosecution, and the court officially opened the trial ten days later.

"You're thinking about Svoboda too?"

Sherlock looked at Kelsey thoughtfully.

This man knocked on the door of his house with an evening newspaper. Of course, he didn't just take a walk around after dinner to deliver the newspaper to him.

Kelsey was invited to hear the violin solo.

Going forward and backward, before Jin Meigui was murdered in early March, the two made an appointment for a violin solo.

Now that she has returned to London, Sherlock expressed his willingness to perform the contract, so it is time to celebrate his smooth return to London.

It's just that today's evening paper published the news about Svoboda, which diverted the two people's attention from the violin to the upcoming public trial.

"Svoboda refused all visits."

Sherlock was also puzzled by Svoboda's swift plea.He wanted to meet the mastermind of the poisoning case in person to find out why Swoboda quickly pleaded guilty, but was refused twice.

The Paris police said that after Swoboda was arrested, there were too many people who wanted to dig out the news, and this time they treated him equally and did not allow outsiders to visit.

Later, the case was handed over to the prosecution, and Swoboda made another statement through his lawyer.There are witnesses and evidence, and there is no need for him to lie and sophistry. He just waits for the judge to judge and sentencing.

Is it not good for Svoboda to plead guilty?

Good is good, but it does not conform to the criminal behavior pattern of the leader of the general serial murder case.

"I managed to see him anyway."

Sherlock didn't say which method it was. In short, he followed the lawyer to the detention cell and met Svoboda, "He didn't say much, and he lived very peacefully in the prison. disaster."

Kelsey raised the corners of his mouth, the two parted in Turin, it seemed that they had reached the same goal by different routes.

"It's a bit of a coincidence. I have also been to the detention center in Paris, and I made it clear that a prison guard met with Svoboda. His state after arrest can be summed up as calm."

Both of them shook their heads slightly, and it was rare to meet a serial murder leader who was as calm as Svoboda.

Swoboda does not argue, but accepts the coming decades of prison, and even death.

"There is no point in random suspicion. We have done everything we can, and now we will see the outcome of the trial."

Kelsey didn't speculate any more. After a few days of rest in London, she will go to Paris to attend the trial.

If Svoboda had a conspiracy, it would have been exposed before and after the trial.

"Indeed, we can doubt, but we don't have to be suspicious."

Sherlock temporarily put aside the matter of Svoboda, smiled instead, and went to fetch the violin. "Next, it's time for music."

08:30 in the evening.

A cool late May breeze blew through the half-opened windows.

A kerosene lamp reflected a dim yellow.

Kelsey leaned back on the sofa, relaxed in the half-darkness, her eyes fell on the window.

By the window, Sherlock has set up his violin.

When the bow is pulled, a piece of Bach's "Chaconne" pours out from the strings.

Obviously there is only one violin, but the strong rhythm and majestic momentum are like a symphony.

Sherlock's smooth performance perfectly demonstrated the extremely complex chords of "Chaconne", as well as the counterpoint skills that can hardly be played correctly.

At this moment, the magnificent music seems to form a special space.

Among them, there is only one player and one listener, with no distractions, and faintly see the other side in the music.

Moonlight did not know when it shone into the window.

The full moon was like water, scattered on Sherlock.At the end of the song, he looked up at the sofa.

The light and shadow were blurred, and Sherlock seemed to meet Kelsey's blurred expression for a moment, but it was too late to distinguish.

The sound of the violin lingers on.

The silence in the house has been broken.

Kelsey got up and applauded enthusiastically, "As you know, I'm not good at words, so I can only praise your amazing performance barrenly."

Sherlock raised his eyebrows, as if asking just that?It seems to be asking who is not good at words?

Kelsey came to the window, looked at Sherlock beside him, and then looked up at the sky outside the window.

A full moon hangs high in the sky.

"The moon is so beautiful tonight."

Kelsey stared at the moon and was silent for a few seconds.

She turned her head and smiled at Sherlock, "If you want me to say one more compliment, it is that your piano sound is more moving than the moonlight."

Perhaps, the moonlight of the full moon is too soft.

Sherlock felt that the person in front of him was a little different from usual.

But when I wanted to touch the slight difference, I found that Kelsey was the same from head to toe, and had hidden that emotion in the silent moonlight.

"Indeed, the moonlight is beautiful tonight."

Sherlock also looked at the full moon, how many secrets are hidden in the moonlight.

Kelsey smiled slightly, blaming the moonlight for being so gentle that she had an illusion in an instant.Don't worry too much, when the sun rises, some secrets will dissipate.

By the window sill, the two stood side by side, watching the moon quietly for a while.

Soon, Kelsey bid farewell, "Tonight, thank you for your solo. I am very honored to listen to it once, and it will be etched in my heart forever. It's late, please allow me to say good night first."

"Thank you for the compliment, and wish you a sweet dream."

Sherlock sent Kelsey to the door, and suddenly asked, "Would you like to give me a song in return?"

Kelsey paused and looked at Sherlock puzzled.

"You humbly say that you are not good at words, and I don't need exaggerated verbal praise. Music communicates with music, or the best way to give back."

Sherlock said and began to joke, "Mr. Bennet, don't you want to deny that you can disguise your voice as you once did, and make up some lies to convince me, instead of admitting that you are indeed proficient in music theory."

Kelsey laughed helplessly, this black account cannot be eliminated by itself.

"Okay, I admit that I know some music theory. But it's not possible to reach the level where I can give back a piece of music. I don't have an instrument that I like, so I can't let it go."

Sherlock nodded understandingly. He also wanted a more satisfactory violin, but a good violin was hard to come by.

"It's better to wait for your birthday."

Kelsey agreed on a time, "If this year is too late, I will wait for the next year. Anyway, in three or four years, I can always meet the instrument I like."

What a seemingly precise, but actually broad time.

Sherlock asked, "Do you know when my birthday is?"

Kelsey shook her head of course, "I won't wait for you to tell me."

"As you say, it's too late this year. The sixth of January has already passed."

Sherlock doubts that he won't be able to catch up next year.After talking about it, he asked casually, "What about your birthday? It's also good to play on your birthday. I will celebrate with you."

Birthday?

Kelsey didn't blurt out, which date should she report?

The birthday of this body?A date to come back to life?Birthday in previous life?Or was it a birthday in disguise?

"Is this question difficult to answer?"

Sherlock didn't expect that Kelsey would need to think, "Could it be a secret that cannot be told?"

Kelsey nodded seriously, "Yes. I'm thinking seriously, whether to make up a lie to convince you, or casually say a real date."

Does this passage sound familiar?

In less than seven minutes, Kelsey teased Sherlock with what he had just said.

It was Sherlock's turn to helplessly laugh, "So, your choice?"

Kelsey smiled and turned the doorknob to go out. Before parting, she turned her head and said, "It's all due to the moonlight. Let me tell you that it's February [-]th. Isn't this day difficult to remember?"

The author has something to say:

It's a bit late today, this chapter is a little fatter~