Detective Bennet [Comprehensive novel]

"Professor M, where do you see that there is a possibility of cooperation between you and me?"

Of course, there is no need to show such a straightforward attitude, just perfunctory words will do.

Kelsey did not honor Moses' American covenant.In front of the office building of the Department of Archeology, a few words of farewell were politely said, and one parted south and the other north.

The opposite figures seem to imply that some people are doomed to be incompatible from the very beginning.

Professor M has left Europe, and the investigation into who is behind several religion-related cases continues.Even though the progress was slow, a vague figure had already surfaced.

At the same time, a package sent across the ocean, sent from the East, will arrive in the UK.

In early July, cross the English Channel.

When you return to London from Paris, your body will feel cool.

The shadow of the blood sacrifice hanging over Paris gradually dissipated, and the hustle and bustle of the past was about to resume.

In the afternoon, the streets of London were relatively quiet.

It's not that there's been a horrible case, it's that this year's social season is drawing to a close.At the same time, the several horse races that the whole people participated in also came to an end not long ago.

After the lively June, many people's lives will return to normal, and Sherlock and Kelsey also returned to Montague Street.

"A message from Watson, the first official rehearsal of the musical "Dark Castle" tonight."

Walking to the corner, Sherlock asked before heading home, "So are you going to check out the Rose Theater tonight?"

Kelsey twirled the ring on her index finger and shook her head no.

"I'm going to publish a social article later, and I don't want to rush to the show at night. If you are interested, check with Watson for the stage performance."

"okay, I get it."

Sherlock didn't miss Kelsey's little move, and suddenly he thought of a possibility, but he didn't say it on the spot.

The two separated on the spot and returned home.

In the afternoon, Kelsey went to Horror Publishing House, not only to deliver the manuscript, but also to collect the letters addressed to the bearded man.

The vast majority were letters from readers, but a few were different, letters from survivors of the Dark Keep to Andy Adair.

This time, Kelsey waited for news from Mr. Tang.

Inside the large package is a full set of translations of B's ​​ciphertext notes, including a section of B's ​​self-report, mentioning how he successfully disguised himself as a noble earl from a chef.

Although this matter has the help of the Countess, it cannot do without S's support.

To be more precise, S first met Griselda.

More than 20 years ago, Griselda was able to pretend to escape from the black market brothel, kill the noble lady who replaced the real earl, and finally successfully married to the Austro-Hungarian Empire as a countess, precisely because she met S.

In this regard, Mr. Tang gave his comments:

"S is the code name spider (spider). According to the notes, he is similar to B and Griselda in age. It is estimated that he is between 45 and 55 years old this year.

B praised Mr. S for his profound knowledge, resourcefulness and determination.

In other words, S is proficient in various criminal techniques, cunning and ruthless.Just like his own code name, like a spider, constructing a big sinful web.

More than 20 years ago, S was still young, but he already taught Grischer extraordinary skills.

I boldly speculate that if S did not die of illness or accident, as long as he is still alive, he must have established a criminal gang.

S may not commit the crime himself, but like a demon that lures people into hell, not only will he not stop, but he will also recruit helpers who he thinks are extremely talented. "

In the end, Mr. Tang expressed helplessness.

B's notes are mainly about how to build a dark castle, and how to hollow out the entire mountain to build the Nine Hells, and did not mention the origin of S.Perhaps, B also does not know who the spider who has never revealed his real name is.

Kelsey roughly flipped through the rest of the translations, all of which were B's own mystical theories.

Very similar to the Ryle brothers in the blood sacrifice murder case, they both appeared to reconstruct the evil forces in different cultures.

At present, the boundary between science and theology is blurred, and some cases are tinged with mystery.

However, both the fake Earl and the Ryle brothers clearly mentioned the mysterious S, and both murders involved evil forces. It is very likely that the two behind-the-scenes S are the same person.

It's not just the dark castle and the bloody sacrifice. Going back, the case of Viscount Peterson involved hypnotism.

The murderer Noah mentioned before she died that she got power from the demon king Samael, and when the revenge was over, she would go to the abyss of hell.

Samael, the demon king of hell who is in charge of the wrath of the seven deadly sins.

In contrast, the fake earl calls himself B, not the name of the real earl, but the initials of Beelzebub, the gluttonous demon king in charge of the seven deadly sins.

The concept of the seven deadly sins is widely known, so did these two cases occur independently, or are they also intrinsically related?

In addition, in the triangular exchange murder case, the leader behind the scene, Dr. Svoboda, was imprisoned without any resistance. Is he really the final mastermind?

However, the disturbing Professor M, who is proficient in ancient culture, just appeared.Moses, who appears to be unsuspecting, does he have any other identities?Will it be the mysterious man S again?

Kelsey closed the thick translation, repacked it, and jotted down doubts one by one.

Intuition often precedes evidence, but without evidence it is impossible to convict.For example, regarding the guess about S, if the age does not match, others can also guess that S is her.

However, doubt is one thing and evidence is another.

After dinner, wash the room.

Kelsey changed into a longshoreman's uniform and buttoned his collar.

In the mirror, the Adam's apple on the neck was clearly reflected.

Thanks to her latent experience, she has learned some ingenious and obscene skills that are not accessible to ordinary life.It can make false props with special skin wax, and small props can stick to the skin for a long time.

Even in Paris for a day, she never took off the props.

Since he is pretending to be a man, he should act well in the script of a man disguised as a woman. How can he not pay attention to the details.

Wearing women's clothing is to sneak into the monastery without alerting the murderer.

As for why double camouflage?The answer couldn't be simpler, in order not to let the people around him - especially Sherlock see the flaw.

Although the Adam's apple is not an absolute criterion for judging men and women, some men will not see the Adam's apple, and some women will also have a protruding Adam's apple, but it is still necessary to disguise it from a high probability.

At night, the bell rings at 07:30.

Kelsey buttoned up her collar and put on her whitewashed peaked cap.

Facing the mirror, he finally touched the cross scar on his left face, turned around and walked out of the bathroom with satisfaction.

Just as she was about to go out, familiar footsteps came from the corridor.

The next moment, 'Knock Knock' knocked on the door.

Kelsey looked down at her attire, stared at the door and didn't respond.In fact, she doesn't need to listen to anyone, she already knows who is outside the door.

"Jerry, are you there? It's me, Tom."

Sherlock waited and knocked on the door three more times, but there was silence behind the door.

1 minutes passed.

The door was knocked several times, but still no one answered.

There was another door behind which Kelsey stood silently.

There were footsteps in the corridor again, and the footsteps gradually moved away, and it was time to reach the stairs soon.

'click--'

Kelsey pursed her lips, opened the door and looked towards the stairs, and saw Sherlock who was about to go downstairs. "Tom, who just left Scarlet Paris, is there anything urgent to come to see me now?"

Sherlock turned around and saw a new look.

Perhaps, Kelsey's identity is not new, but he didn't know it before.

"You're going out."

Sherlock turned back to the door and looked Kelsey up and down.It's hard to say whether he can recognize them at a glance when they meet on the street. "It seems that tonight is a little different from what I speculated."

"What did you speculate? What did you speculate about?" Kelsey motioned to speak quickly, "What can't be discussed tomorrow."

Sherlock raised his jaw slightly, and his eyes fell on Kelsey's right index finger. "Come tomorrow, then you will miss it."

Kelsey was puzzled, "Missed? What else could be missed?"

"Of course it's a missed meal."

After Sherlock finished speaking, Kelsey didn't admit it, but he wanted him to clarify.

"Since we met, you have occasionally worn a ring on your index finger. The rings have different styles and materials. For example, this one is different from the one in the morning, and it is more in line with the identity of a dock worker."

Sherlock didn't pay much attention until Kelsey put the ring on after the bombing a week ago.

"The index finger ring can be purely decorative, and the general meaning can also mean that you are single and expecting a relationship, but it is neither for you.

Before tableware was popularized, people often scooped up food with their index fingers, and also used it to taste food.Therefore, it symbolizes people's instinctive appetite.Wearing a ring on the index finger is to warn oneself to restrain and not to indulge. "

Restrain what?

Although Sherlock had heard rumors of Kelsey's master bartender, he had never seen him drink alcohol, usually fruit juice, milk, water and tea.

Even if he encounters a difficult case, Kelsey will at most eat a few homemade candies that he carries with him, and will not drink to decompress during the process of solving the case.

But, can a teetotaler become a master bartender?

The answer must be no.

Even so, there is an explanation.

Bartending is a skill that must be learned. One can be proficient in bartending, but there is no need to like drinking.

Before the explosion, Sherlock reported a recognition that Kelsey's attitude towards alcohol was completely opposite to his attitude towards tobacco.One person is indifferent, the other person likes it.

"In the past few days, I haven't found a trace of the aftermath of the explosion on your body, but it's different from the past, you will gently turn the ring from time to time.

Maybe you don't like alcohol, but you're by no means abstinent.After brushing shoulders with danger, after being unwilling to restrain yourself blindly, you will choose to have a drink to relax your emotions. "

"But I misjudged the place to drink. I didn't expect that you chose not a high-end club like a fat boss, but..."

Sherlock discovers something he had overlooked, but he didn't expect it. Kelsey changed into docker's clothes. "It's a low-end beer bar where laborers gather. Am I right about the above?"

For a while, the corridor was quiet.

'Crack-crack-crack-'

Kelsey applauded unhurriedly, "Listen to what a wonderful reasoning, as expected of Mr. Holmes, of course you are right."

Kelsey paused, and didn't say that there was a poisonous needle hidden in the ring. She just asked, "So? You came here specifically to ask me to recommend a high-end bar? But in the end, there was a mistake in the deduction about the location. It seems I told you to take a trip in vain."

Who needs to be recommended a bar.

Sherlock is sure Kelsey is pretending not to know.

The reason for his coming is obvious, that is, he is not sure how much Kelsey can drink, and he doesn't know how much this person drinks to get rid of the aftermath of the explosion, so he hopes to go together.

Sherlock asked bluntly, "Jerry, would you let me go with you? In case you get drunk and encounter a dangerous situation like a bar riot, I can help you."

At the moment, there is no immediate affirmative answer.

Kelsey stared at Sherlock for a moment, then suddenly took two steps forward.

Face to face, only two fingers away from each other, almost breathing and hearing each other.

"Thank you for your concern, and I never let myself get drunk. As for danger, it depends on how you define it."

Kelsey said with a wanton smile, "My dear Tom, I am afraid that the people in the whole bar are not as 'dangerous' as you. Do you think I am right?"