Detective Bennet [Comprehensive novel]

Of course it works.

Both of them came to Baker Street, and Hudson robbed his wife's salary. How could he let him take the money tonight.

Hudson hits himself, and Kelsey doesn't mind doing a good job every day, but can Sherlock change the wording a little?

"Tom, you don't have to be so tactful."

Kelsey said bluntly, "The term night sports is too broad. It can refer to running for several kilometers at night, or killing people and setting fire in the dark and windy night. If you want to put a sack on Hudson, just say it."

"What? A sack?! God testify, I am a standard gentleman, and I have always advocated lenient treatment."

Sherlock pretended to be surprised, and asked in disbelief: "Dear Jerry, how could you be so violent and forget the teachings of the Bible? If someone slaps you on the right cheek, you should turn the other cheek and let him slap you. How can you just talk about wearing a sack."

Kelsey was speechless: Act, you act again.Let's see what tricks you can perform today.

Sherlock went on with his act, taking a deep breath, as if making some kind of decision to go through fire or water.

"However, since you proposed it, Jerry, I will not refute your proposal. Therefore, even if it violates the doctrine, even if there is an abyss ahead, I will go forward without hesitation."

Kelsey pulled a smirk and made no secret of it. "Are you sure you don't want to refute my proposal? Then I suggest that you revise your words and sentences first."

Just to punch Hudson, no, first to find out what a jerk Hudson really is.Why does Sherlock act like a drama addict, acting so penetratingly.

"My God! Incredible! You don't think my words are accurate."

Sherlock didn't realize that there was a mistake in the expression, "In the middle of the night, the team fights, isn't it low-key? It sounds much more peaceful to exercise at night than to wear sacks. Isn't it good to advocate peace?"

"Okay, your words are very gentle."

But Kelsey punctured Sherlock's exaggerated performance, "Then how do you explain the latter part? Is it necessary to say that we violated the heinous taboo, and then went to hell together without thinking about our own safety?"

At the moment, Sherlock did not answer immediately.

He stared sideways at Kelsey for a few seconds, and then asked slowly, "Mr. Bennet, do you really think I'm wrong?"

wrong?

No, not wrong.

Attempts to retaliate or violently discipline Hudson are somewhat contrary to teaching.The two were about to commit a crime knowingly, but they tended to step into the brink of hell.

Kelsey heard the overtones.Perhaps a few steps ahead, they not only violated this teaching.

Compared with violence, taboo romance in this era is more rejected by the world.

The law will not allow it, let alone God's forgiveness.Those who offend are doomed not to go to heaven, but to fall into the dark hell.

Kelsey couldn't say frankly whether what Sherlock said was wrong or right.

If it is wrong, where is it wrong?Are there no gender taboos between the two?

If it is right, where is it right?Appreciating the night of the violin solo, the moonlight is so gentle that it touched her heart?

"You can always justify yourself, and no one can criticize you."

Kelsey skipped the language trap of right or wrong without compromising, and even congratulated Sherlock in a serious way at the moment.

"I was reckless just now, and I suggested that you re-learn linguistics. Looking at it now, I want to congratulate you on your perfect use of language. I am afraid that no one will be able to match it in the future."

"Thanks for the compliment, but I'm far from being invincible."

Sherlock is proud of this, otherwise how to deal with the cunning and changeable world, but he is not arrogant at all.

"For example, from you, we can see that linguistics is broad and profound, and the combination of virtual and real is naturally switched. This all points out the direction of my efforts."

A proposal for a nighttime exercise was finally approved amidst the mutual admiration of the two.

In the next two hours or so, the proposal was turned into action.

The two visited one bar after another. They haven't seen Hudson in person yet, but they know about Hudson's situation from various aspects.

Hudson, for example, inherited two houses.

One set is lived in on Baker Street, and the other is also rented out in this block.The rent certainly did not subsidize the household, and Hudson spent it all in the bar.

Another example is that Hudson did not have a stable job because of his alcoholism and addiction.

It is said that he once leaked the secrets of the contract due to drunkenness, and even resold the company's formula for a sum of money.

Since it is a secret, how can it be known to outsiders?

Kelsey remembered what she had just said out of the mouth of the solicitor.Almost all the bars in this area know the old drunk Hudson, and they all know his experience more or less.

More than 20 years ago, Hudson pretended to be a gentleman when he was not married. Many people thought he had some skills.

He may have the ability, he was promoted to the supervisor of the candy store, and he was able to marry a wife with a good personality.

Mrs. Hudson took care of all the necessities of life properly, including helping her husband with the candy store business.

This made Hudson slowly show his true nature, he became more lazy and lazy, and when his parents passed away, no one could control him anymore.

’ It is said that Mrs. Hudson suffered a miscarriage due to overwork, and at the same time the candy store had a slip of the books.Hudson was fired due to mishandling. Not only did he not care about his wife, but he also complained that his wife was not doing well. Since then, the couple has fallen into a stalemate. '

The prostitutes said so.

Hudson spends more and more days drunk outside, what kind of job he has found in recent years, why he was fired again and again, etc., the relevant news is all said by himself after drinking.

There were also responsible bar owners who prevented Hudson from drinking too much, but he could change to a bar and continue drinking.

Colleagues who couldn't see it once advised Hudson to work hard, but he didn't need career and self-motivation.

Gradually, people flock together.

No one cares about the truth or falsehood of what Hudson spit out when he was drunk. He is surrounded by drunken people.As long as the money is given, he will have wine; as long as the money is given, the prostitute will accompany him.

"Open! It's six o'clock!"

"Fuck you, it's big again, four big ones in a row."

"Come, come, whoever can drink three bottles, Miss Ruth will accompany him for three nights."

"Oh, petty bull! Buy three bottles and let Ruth alone? Not enough, and Lily must be added."

Twelve o'clock struck.

Sherlock and Kelsey walked around a long way without finding Hudson, so they went to the next bar he might go to.

After approaching, a door can't stop the noise in the bar at all.

Pushing open the door makes one want to leave immediately.

Boiling against the sky, a miasma of smoke.Some people lie down on the table and get drunk, some people lie on the chairs and smoke opium, and some people do candid exercises in dark corners.

"Hey! You..."

The burly man closest to the gate raised his head drunkenly, and while he was talking, suddenly his eagle-like sharp eyes shivered.

The strong man rubbed his face to wake himself up, "Are you here to find someone?"

Sherlock entered the bar first, and at this moment, he wanted to praise Kelsey in a fancy way.

People are so different that it can be seen in the small matter of choosing a bar.

Bars are everywhere in London.From expensive bars run by fat bosses to cheap bars like Coconut Tree, there's a minimum guarantee that Kelsey will stay for a drink.

The boss has a good character and doesn't allow any messy things to happen in the bar.Even if you are drunk, you don't have to worry about your safety.

As for this one in front of me.

Sherlock glanced around and found several pieces of broken wine bottle glass that had not been cleaned up, with some blood stains on them.

"Hudson, here today."

Sherlock didn't use interrogative sentences, only to see that the strong man's complexion was suddenly not very good.

"Who are you?"

The strong man stood up unsteadily, and answered irrelevant questions, "No, I never heard that he has friends like you, why did you come to him?"

Kelsey glanced at the blood-stained broken glass, contacting the changes before and after the strong man, it is not difficult to confirm one thing.

—somebody got ahead and beat Hudson.Just start beatings in bars, without the kind of sacks.

Kelsey pointed out, "Hudson was just beaten, who did it?"

"There is no fight, stop talking nonsense."

The brawny man didn't want to get involved with the drunkard's business, and felt that the visitor was difficult to deal with, so he just wanted to leave quickly.

Sherlock took a step sideways to block the way, not letting the strong man pretend to be stupid.

"Hudson and the drinkers fought over your prostitutes. The blood hasn't dried completely, it won't take more than half an hour, where are they?"

On the way here, Sherlock and Kelsey learned all kinds of bad things about Hudson.

It is roughly speculated that Hudson robbed his wife tonight because the day of rent collection did not arrive, but he was short of money—short of a sum of money to compete for the sleeping rights of prostitutes.

Hudson refused to subsidize the rent for the family, but it was commonplace to spend a lot on prostitutes.

Tonight, Hudson intensified, from not giving money to support the family, to starting to rob his wife's salary.

It is very ridiculous that Mrs. Hudson has no property rights from a legal point of view. Hudson can fully explain that he is not robbing, but asking his wife to fulfill her duty to serve her husband.

What Hudson did successfully disgusted the two of them.

As long as Mrs. Hudson wants a divorce, they promise that it will not be as simple as just letting Hudson leave the house.

At present, finding out who Hudson has conflicts with is not about caring about the dead drunk, but just to make sure that the conflicts in the bar will not bring trouble to Mrs. Hudson.

Seeing that he couldn't avoid the question, the strong man couldn't help but regret sitting at the door and asking a few more questions.

"Don't regret asking a few more questions. You are the thug of this store. It's your job to guard the door. Did you forget after drinking too much?"

After Kelsey finished speaking, seeing the strong man's complexion change again and again, it was obvious that he really forgot.

The strong man still wanted to perfunctory, he didn't talk much about alcoholics, but soon he was completely sobered by some polite words.

Kelsey spoke softly, as casually as if chatting about the weather in London, but the questions he asked were straight to the point.

"Are the procedures in your bar complete? Have you paid all the wine taxes that should be paid? Is there no water in the wine, and is there no private brewing? There are some things that the people don't raise and the officials don't investigate. If..."

"Stop, stop, I say! It's Ruby."

The strong man will say everything when he hears the tax, and the most important thing is to keep the income of the bar.

"About four or 10 minutes ago, Hudson got into a fight with a couple of Sequoias over a night with Ruby."

Sherlock signaled the strong man to continue, "Don't say half of them are hidden, where are they all going?"

"I really don't know."

The strong man was grimacing, so he passed through the open door and saw three people coming towards the bar from a distance.

The three were wearing red uniforms, the hats on their heads were askew, and two of them were staggering and unable to walk steadily.

The strong man pointed to the three people who came, "They were the ones who started the fight with Hudson. There are four of them in total. The one who will take the lead is not here, and I should go to the room with Ruby."

"Hey, what do you mean!"

One of the swaying red shirts shouted at the door of the bar: "What are you..."

"Griffin, you're drunk."

Among the three, the only one who was walking normally stopped his colleagues from yelling in time, "Listen to my advice, shall we maintain our demeanor?"

"All right, all right. Wickham, I'll save you some face."

Griffin, who was persuaded, muttered a few words, and was really persuaded at once.

"Sorry, my partner is drunk."

Wickham hurried to the door of the bar, took off his hat and saluted. "If there is any offense, please forgive me."

Kelsey looked at Wickham.

Compared with the messy drunkards in the bar and the two crooked colleagues outside the bar, Wickham's handsome appearance and polite behavior made him stand out.

——The young man in front of him seemed to be of good character, but because he had to take care of his colleagues, he had to accompany him into the smoky bar.

"You're looking for the drunk, aren't you? His name seems to be Hudson."

Wickham offered to explain, "Mr. Hudson liked Ms. Ruby very much, but unfortunately she was not appreciated by Ms. Ruby. Therefore, there were some conflicts with my other companion, but we did not hurt him."

Whether it hurts or not depends on Hudson's injury.

Sherlock asked bluntly, "Where did you throw him?"

"We didn't throw Mr. Hudson."

Wickham still wanted to say something, but facing Sherlock's serious face, he reluctantly stopped explaining.

"Just knocked him out. It's three blocks away, in the alley on the left. I promise Mr. Hudson is not hurt. He'll be in good spirits again tomorrow."

"Thanks for informing."

Sherlock left a very short sentence, and immediately strode out.

Walking out of the three streets, the chaotic bar was far away, and Hudson was soon found in the alley.

Except for a small gash in the palm of his hand, and a heavy knock on the back of the neck that caused him to lose consciousness, Hudson's other injuries were flesh and blood injuries to his limbs, not even more serious than Mrs. Hudson's dislocation.

Mrs. Hudson's foot injury will take at least a month of rest.

Hudson, on the other hand, probably didn't feel much pain when he was beaten just now because he was drunk.

At this moment, the two were very gentlemanly and didn't make any punches. They only ensured that Hudson would not wake up in the middle of the night, and they worked together to lift him to another alley.

There was a garbage disposal shed, and Hudson's hands and feet were bound and he was thrown into the garbage.When he wakes up at noon tomorrow, he will be shocked by the new environment he will be in.

"Okay, let's deal with the garbage like this for now."

Kelsey clapped her hands and wiped the dust off her gloves, "After a while, I'll dispose of it completely, so that the garbage won't have a chance to show up on the market."

"It won't be too late that day."

Sherlock said and walked out, ready to find the early morning carriage.

Not long after he walked out of the alley, he suddenly stopped and faced Kelsey, "Jerry, you told me not to be too tactful before, do you remember?"

Kelsey nodded. "I remember, two hours and 33 minutes ago."

"Then I'll be blunt."

Sherlock didn't seem to show any emotion, "The red uniform I met at the entrance of the bar, I admit, his appearance is outstanding. And you looked at him for seven seconds. I can feel that you are not simply looking at him. "

"Huh? I didn't just look at him. Do you think I'm admiring his beauty? I only admired your words, but these words are somewhat ambiguous when connected together."

Kelsey also said bluntly, "George Wickham, the name of the red uniform. I looked at him a few more times because I knew him. Lily and Louise, if you remember those two Coconut Tree Bar The girls mentioned by the boss, they all have contacts with Wickham. The kind of contacts that ordinary people would not expect."

"You mean the kind of relationship in which they put the money in their pockets back into the red uniform."

Sherlock guessed it right away, and Kelsey nodded to show that he was right.

Lily and Louise are not noble ladies, but women in the skin business, and they spend their hard-earned money on Wickham.

Kelsey heard a few words from the red-haired owner of the Coconut Tree Bar, but outsiders can't persuade them at all because Lily and Louise don't think there's anything wrong with this kind of thing.

Kelsey said so, and finally concealed one thing.

According to the latest news report, Wickham and Goodman, who cheated the original owner and died in the sea, are not only militiamen, but have also had one or two intersections.

As for what can be dug out of it?Further investigation is required.

At the moment, Kelsey skipped those things and said solemnly: "Tom, you were distracted to pay attention to me just now. I am honored to have you at all times. For that, please allow me to praise you. "

praise?

Sherlock knew that Kelsey was about to joke again.

Kelsey said in a serious tone, "Even if other people are extraordinary, but with you here, how can those fluorescent lights compete with the bright moon. In my heart, there is no doubt that you are the best."

Sherlock's eyes were fixed, and at this moment, he couldn't tell whether Kelsey was joking or not.

At this time, Kelsey added, "Of course, except for one person."

Sherlock asked casually, "Oh, who?"

"Of course it's me."

Kelsey was confident, "I am the best in my heart, and it is a pleasure to appreciate myself every day. Do you have any doubts?"