Patrick's Bizarre Adventure

Episode 2: Murder Case 3

"Are you sure this kid really has a way?"

"Well, my dear Watson, you may have heard a saying that it is not necessary to use the suspect, but not to be suspicious of the employing. Since he said he has a way, there is no loss in trying."

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After a little analysis, Sherlock took his two assistants non-stop and went back to the small villa where the victim was, trying to find some other clues.

"Master often locked himself at home in the past few weeks, and he looked very angry. Only in the past few days has he gradually become happier, and he has time to hang out with friends." The older maid was obviously frightened before, and kept rubbing her hands Holding the edge of the apron, he answered Sherlock's question.

"Has he been behaving strangely lately?"

"Anomaly... probably because a statue was erected at home."

"I see. So, does he have any record of receiving gifts recently?"

"There are. The master had a conflict with his colleague Priss Raven some time ago, and just yesterday he sent someone to send a box of fresh shrimps as an apology, and told the master to eat it while it was fresh."

Paddy and Watson looked at Sherlock who was circling around the shrimp box to check, and they didn't dare to disturb each other.

"...just ordinary prawns. But that may be saying something. Watson!"

"Hey!"

"Have you detected the ingredients of the devil's secret medicine?"

"It was detected, do you need me to send you the report?"

"No, please tell me the result."

"There's nothing harmful in that bottle, just plain vitamin C."

Sherlock suddenly turned around and stared straight into Watson's eyes: "The victim ate a lot of shrimp before taking this bottle of vitamin C—"

"After taking vitamin C, due to chemical action, the original non-toxic arsenic pentoxide was transformed into highly toxic arsenic." Watson's voice was low, and he already understood the cause of the victim's death. "That's what we usually call arsenic. Frost."

"That's right!" Sherlock snapped his fingers, and Paddy's body tensed and shook violently, and then forced him to relax, drawing a thoughtful look. "So this Pris Raven, who is also an important government official, might have some clues..."

Sherlock opened the victim's wardrobe and found a dark black Holy See robe, and carefully engraved the pattern on it.It is a rhombus surrounded by eight triangles, with a part left in the middle, which is painted with their flying pasta god logo.

Then they stood at the back door of Pris Raven's villa.

"Watson, take this headset and a small surveillance probe, knock on the door, and visit Raven's home."

"Paddy, you take the headset, too. Go the other way."

Paddy agreed, and Watson grabbed Sherlock tightly and pulled him aside: "Are you sure this kid really has a way?"

"Try and talk."

Sherlock watched Watson knock on the door and walked into the villa, eavesdropped on the conversation through the radio on the camera, and observed Paddy's movements by the way.

"I'm really saddened by Jill's death."

"Me too, uh...can you walk me around and tell the story between you two? Well, you know, I'm a blogger."

Bad excuses, bad ideas, bad cover-ups.Sherlock curled his lips in disgust, then turned to Paddy, and saw him... digging?

I saw the small field of vision, filled with the faint yellow light of the torch, and a gleaming pickaxe constantly knocked on the stones in front of me and destroyed them.Until he finally dug a water pipe, and then immediately blocked the water with the stone in his hand.

A noisy voice came from the headset: "My lord! The water is cut off!"

"Calm down, there are still guests here! What does it look like!"

"Yes……"

Sherlock: ...

Sherlock has drawn the floor plan of Raven's house using Watson's current path, and successfully deduced that there is a basement in the lower right corner of the house.He ordered Paddy to dig in.

The basement was just as it was shown on the camera. It was dark and there were many golden boxes, and a huge magic circle was drawn on the ground—an octagonal shape.There is a long black robe hanging beside it, and the pattern on it...

Sherlock stood up and notified Officer Raymond by the way.

……

"Mr. Raven, it was you who murdered Mr. Gill. Am I right?"

"What? You're making baseless accusations! I'm going to wait for my lawyer to come and talk to you again!"

"No, maybe you'd like to hear me tell you about your 'great plan'."

Raven leaned back, as if refusing to cooperate.Smiled contemptuously.

"First of all, please allow me to briefly introduce the deceased Mr. Jill. He was a member of Congress. He was in the same position as you but slightly higher than you. The time of death was around 1-2 pm. The cause of death was caused by taking vitamin C and shrimp at the same time. Yes." Sherlock also smiled. "Very poisonous. Isn't it?"

"I don't know this, what does it have to do with me?"

"Look at what you said, of course it has something to do with you." Sherlock smiled: "Mr. Jill is a well-known dove, and you are a hawk."

"I don't agree with my ideas? Ha! I don't agree with my ideas, it doesn't mean I will kill people!"

"Then what if benefits are added?" Sherlock took out a few photos, and Raven's face immediately changed. "This is the stolen money found in the basement of your home, which is more than 200 times your salary."

Sherlock was aggressive: "You still have the robes of the leader of the Flying God Sect in the basement of your house. Is it reasonable to infer that you murdered Mr. Jill for this money?"

"I do have faith, but how do you determine that I am the leader?"

"You can tell it at a glance. Mr. Jill's logo is the middle layer of the diamond, but your logo is the top facet of the diamond."

"You knew that Jill had a lot of money, and you just happened to embezzle public funds a few months ago and were found out, so you used your organization to lure Jill to join, and you used chemistry to murder him."

"It's nonsense! How could he join a strange organization casually?"

"Others may not know it, but you know it." Sherlock bowed slightly: "Mr. Jill's life is not long. So he went to the doctor in a hurry. You said that there was a secret medicine that could save his life, but because of political conflicts Decide once and for all, you even found a scapegoat. And arrogantly sent me - consulting detective - Sherlock Holmes."

"You are the murderer, Mr. Price Raven."

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"Paddy? Why did you kill a chicken and fall asleep? Look at your dirty... did you wear this coat before?"

"Hmm... I had a dream..."

"What dream?"

"Probably... a reasoning dream?"