Detective Bennet [Comprehensive novel]

sunset.

Xiaguang shines into the streets like colorful brocade.

Kelsey first went to the abandoned house where the body was found. Like Sherlock's previous investigation, no more clues were found.

The doors and windows of the abandoned house have not been damaged by human beings, and the interior is full of dust, and there are no suspicious footprints.It shows that the murderer most likely has not returned to this place in recent years.

There is no new discovery at the dump site, so go to the nearby Baker Street next.

Near seven o'clock at night.

The metal door plate of 221B Baker Street is covered with a magnificent glow.

Kelsey raised her head slightly, looking up and down at the building in front of her.

221B Baker Street is similar to most British houses in the [-]th century, with an unremarkable design, ordinary brick walls, and nothing particularly eye-catching.

"The Hudsons aren't here."

Sherlock asked the maid and learned that Mrs. Hudson usually returned home at [-]:[-] pm when she went out to work. Hudson had no work but had an uncertain return date.

"The man who owns this house drinks a lot all the year round and doesn't come home for a few days from time to time. To find him, you have to go to dozens of bars in the area to try your luck. However, we can ask the hostess, who probably knows more about the 20-year-old previous situation."

After briefly asking the maid, Sherlock had a general understanding of 221B's situation.

Mrs. Hudson married into Baker Street more than 20 years ago.

Hudson was one of the directors of "Rainbow Candy" at the time, in charge of the Marylebone branch including Baker Street.

Although Hudson was previously a candy store supervisor, his wife spent more time running the business.

"Then Hudson was fired and his wife went to work in other nearby bakeries. I think Mrs. Hudson knows better about the sweets buyers in the neighborhood."

Sherlock glanced at his pocket watch, "There are still 57 minutes at [-]:[-] p.m., why not wait for Mrs. Hudson."

"Okay, take advantage of the time to settle the dinner."

Kelsey had already withdrawn his gaze from patrolling 221B.With her usual demeanor and tone, she did not leak any water to cover up the sense of space-time dislocation that arose after arriving on Baker Street.

In her previous life, Kelsey also passed by 221B Baker Street, which is already the famous Sherlock Holmes Museum.

Compared with the small building in front of it, the shape is very similar, but this four-story building is bigger.As for the internal structure, no matter the past life or the present life, she has not yet taken a look inside.

I didn't have time to visit the museum derived from the story before, but now I will go inside to find the possible insiders of the clues of the case.

I have to say that fate is really a wonderful existence.

The two headed to a nearby restaurant first.

Sherlock walked a few steps, feeling the inexplicably quiet atmosphere, and asked casually, "Jerry, didn't you want to say something?"

Kelsey looked at Sherlock puzzled, "What do you want me to say? What do you want to hear? An analysis of the Hudsons?"

The evening glow is dense, and the pedestrians on Baker Street seem to be plated with a layer of gold.

Sherlock didn't know why he asked suddenly.

Maybe it was because of the rays of the sun, the dusk was like a dream, which made him want to hear the real voice.People around you can say whatever you want, and the content of the chat is not important at this time.

Kelsey seemed to have noticed, and talked about Hudson: "Obviously, based on what is known so far, Hudson is likely to run wild on the way to win the title of "Scumbag".

Besides real estate, what else does Hudson own?The habit of getting drunk all the time, the ability to never work and rely on your wife to support your family? "

Kelsey said with sarcasm, "However, the more such a family is, the more likely it is that the husband is violent and the wife is in a bad situation. If there is domestic violence, I think Mrs. Hudson should consider divorce."

Now that the Hudsons were mentioned, Sherlock continued: "It is not an easy task for the woman to file for divorce. Although the "Divorce Act" was introduced in 1857 to allow individuals to file for divorce, the grounds allowed by the law are only It is limited to adultery. A husband can unilaterally accuse his wife, but there are a series of additional conditions for the wife to file a lawsuit on her own initiative.”

It is progress from not allowing divorce to legalizing it, but there is still gender inequality.

A wife can only file for divorce because of her husband's infidelity, abandonment, violence, or sexual perversion.

Obviously, assuming that the husband just has a mistress outside, and the woman does not want to maintain the marriage simply because of a breakdown in the relationship, divorce is not allowed for this reason.

On the contrary, the husband does not need to be subject to the previous restrictions, as long as he catches the certificate that the woman has a lover, he can divorce.

Not to mention how complicated the process of obtaining evidence is, just to say that once the divorce is reached, it is impossible for the husband and wife to be kind.

It must be considered further, whether the relationship can be completely severed in life after the divorce is pronounced at the legal level.Especially the woman has to beware of her ex-husband's entanglement and revenge.

Now, for Mr. Hudson.

Mrs. Hudson cannot sue for a divorce because her husband has been drinking for many years and has not fulfilled his responsibilities to make money, unless something worse happens.

— That is, the alcoholism and domestic violence mentioned by Kelsey often go hand in hand.

At present, only through the conversation with the maid, the specific situation of her employer cannot be ascertained.

Assuming that domestic violence really exists, different judges have different definitions of the severity of violence, which affects whether to decide whether to divorce, and involves the distribution of marital property.

In any case, Sherlock does not want domestic violence to happen, "I hope Hudson will not be too jerk."

"You are gambling, betting on how long a person can maintain a good character. After all, people who choose marriage in this era are not making a big gamble. The wife bets that the husband will always be a gentleman, and the husband bets that the wife will not be in a hurry. Poisoned."

Kelsey shook her head slightly, "However, according to the characteristics of casinos, nine out of ten bets lose. What is frustrating is that once the bet on marriage is started, it is difficult to stop. People's subjective wishes are not important, the legal rules will first say divorce Very difficult."

Having said that, Kelsey showed Sherlock a smile full of admiration.

"Then I have to admire Mr. Holmes. You are indeed a rare wise man in London. I still remember what you said in front of the Turin Cathedral. Dangerous gamble."

'Bang! '

It seems that something fell down.

Obviously no boulder fell to the ground, but Sherlock felt that the stone he had lifted fell on his feet.

Not only was their foot smashed, but they felt that the hole dug in the past was not deep enough. Today, the two naturally talked about how to divorce successfully.

Sherlock seriously recalled the rhetoric of the two in front of the cathedral, and had to say that Kelsey was superior, and he didn't leave anything similar.

At the moment, facing Kelsey's admiration, he felt helplessly defeated, and then thought about it for a while.

I didn't think about it before, but now I think of marriage. The first reaction is that it can't happen between the same sex.

Not to mention marriage, even homosexuality is prohibited by law.Regardless of whether the law prohibits it, he cannot fully accept it personally.

And that circles back to the intuitive suspicion of that one.

Sherlock looked at Kelsey, dear Jerry, is it a woman disguised as a man?If not, what should he do?

'Boom! '

This time it was Kelsey who heard the boulder hit her foot, why did she take the initiative to tease Sherlock?

Well, she admitted that she wanted to admire Sherlock's speechless appearance, but that didn't include letting Feng Shui take her turn.It is absolutely impossible for her to bow her head easily.

Silence is Baker Street at dusk.

The two walked quickly at the same time. They didn't even talk about love, and even talked about marriage and divorce. That's not as good as a dinner.

Now hurry up and eat, and then go to Mrs. Hudson in time to investigate the case.

Night, seven fifty-five.

The two came to 221B again and waited for nearly 20 minutes, but Mrs. Hudson still did not come home.

"It's ten past eight."

Sherlock was not impatient, but just noticed something was wrong, and asked the maid directly, "Does Mrs. Hudson come back after eight o'clock?"

The maid was also puzzled, "Mrs. Hudson usually arrives home around [-]:[-]. If she comes back late, she will tell me in advance."

Kelsey then asked, "What time does the bakery close? Do you know which way Mrs. Hudson usually takes to get home?"

"Closing at seven at night, Mrs. Hudson should be back at seven-fifteen."

The maid also mentioned a road that Mrs. Hudson often took, "normally, it should take more than half an hour to get home."

Sherlock immediately thought of a possibility, "Do you know when the bakery pays salary every month?"

"Basically the tenth of every month."

The maid turned to remember that today is October [-]th, and her face was also ugly.

"Oh no, you mean Mrs. Hudson was robbed? No, no, no, it's impossible. The law and order here is good, and I've never heard of any robbers."

"Who said it must be a robber."

Kelsey's expression was slightly cold, it's better not to be in that shameless situation.

Without saying a word, the two ran towards Mrs. Hudson's only way home.

The situation did not depend on the will of the two, and something bad happened.

On the flagstone floor of the alley, a middle-aged woman with a pale complexion was sitting.She covered her left foot, and her handbag fell a meter away.

The handbag was open, and small items such as keys and mirrors were scattered all over the place.

At the same time, half a male shoe print was left on the handle of the bag.Looking forward, the string of shoe prints disappeared at the end of the alley.

"Are you Mrs. Hudson?"

Based on the maid's description, Sherlock was basically sure that the woman who fell was the one they were waiting for. "Did your husband rob you?"

Mrs. Hudson looked up and asked with a forced smile: "Young gentleman, how do you know who I am, and I was robbed by an old bastard again? Are you proficient in time tracing?"

"I just happened to meet and came to you to learn about some old things."

Sherlock didn't ask any other questions for the time being, and squatted down with Kelsey to judge Mrs. Hudson's injury first. "Sorry, can we take a look at your specific injury?"

"Of course, thanks to meeting you."

Hudson lifted the hem of her skirt, only to see her left ankle swell, and she tried to ease the atmosphere.

"People don't pass by this alley very often. I feel like I have been sitting there for a long time. Everyone should be eating at home. I can't call for help. I am thinking about how to hop home smoothly on one leg."

Sherlock did some palpation first, which was a blessing among misfortunes, "It's a dislocation, but luckily it's just a dislocation."

After gently pressing, Kelsey asked Mrs. Hudson about her pain and came to the same conclusion. "Yes, it's a dislocation."

Even a dislocation is bad, and Mrs. Hudson can no longer stand normally.

"I'll call for a carriage. The nearest clinic takes 10 minutes by car. I don't know if it will be open tonight. It really depends on luck."

Sherlock was about to get up when Kelsey glanced at him. "Jerry? Are you sure you can handle this trauma?"

This is not a superfluous question.

Sherlock knows how to hit people with different injuries, but that doesn't mean he can cure all kinds of injuries.

What's more, the injured is a middle-aged woman who is not strong. He is afraid that if the force is too heavy, Mrs. Hudson's ankle will be directly fractured from dislocation.

"If it's dislocated, I might be able to try it."

Kelsey's tone was not forceful, although she was experienced in dealing with trauma, but also let Mrs. Hudson choose. "You know more about the nearby clinics, which one do you want to go to?"

Mrs. Hudson's face turned bitter, "The closest one has no doctor's consultation for a week, and old Charle has gone to the country. If it is farther away, he will not have a consultation until nine o'clock tomorrow. If it is farther away, I won't be very understood."

Mrs. Hudson thought that her ankle was hurting more, and finally nodded to Kelsey, "kind gentleman, please help me. Even if something goes wrong, I will go to the clinic doctor again, and it won't..."

Before the phrase 'it doesn't matter much' was finished, there was a slight 'click'.

Everything happened too fast.

Mrs. Hudson hasn't prepared herself well yet, and she wanted to say a few more words to ease her tension, but most of the pain in her feet disappeared.

"All right."

Kelsey said succinctly, "Mrs. Hudson, I need to borrow your scarf to stabilize my ankle."

Mrs. Hudson took off the scarf in a daze, and handed it out blankly.

Kelsey quickly bandaged and secured the ankle, finishing with an ugly bow.

"Sorry, I'm not very good at tying bows. Now it's time to think about which clinic to go to. It's best to get a cast."

For a while, the alley was quiet.

Mrs. Hudson looked at the bow, then at Kelsey, then at Sherlock, and finally up at the evening sky.

At dusk, there will always be some incredible things.

For example, she was actually robbed by her husband today, and after the robbery, she met two gentlemen who fell from the sky.

Mrs. Hudson took a deep breath, mustered up her courage, and asked mysteriously in a low voice:

"As God bears witness, I won't talk nonsense. Can you reveal a little truth? Are you two wizards from another world? Or even more powerful, are you the incarnation of an angel?"

Otherwise, would it be a more terrifying devil?

Of course, Mrs. Hudson tactfully did not ask the last point, but watched the two expectantly for an answer.