[Comprehensive British and American] Today's meal at 221B Baker Street

The police attached great importance to this case. Tang Heng lived in a single ward, and there were two police guards standing outside the ward, who carefully checked every visitor. The heroine of , Evelyn Tang, is very popular. After hearing the news of her accident, fans sent bouquets of flowers to wish her a speedy recovery.

In the ward, bouquets of flowers were placed along the corner of the wall. Tang Heng was lying there, his face paler than the petals of a lily. A middle-aged woman sat beside her with a sad face, and the man beside her was low-spirited. sound comforting.

"It's okay. The doctor checked her. She is out of danger. Although...but it doesn't matter. Apart from not being able to have children, she is still in good health. She can still live the life she wants in the future. Now China's technology is so advanced, it won't be what you imagined."

The woman wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, and she forced a smile, "I'm sorry, I'm still not used to it after all these years. I always feel that if I don't have a child, I will be criticized by others, but I forgot that the present is not the past, no There is nothing wrong with the child, but when I think about the suffering she has suffered, I just want to think how good it would be if the knife fell on me."

The man couldn't help turning his eyes red. He looked at Tang Heng who was still in a coma, and couldn't bear to turn his face away, "Who is trying to harm her, and for what?!"

The door was pushed open, and Lestrade and Sherlock walked in, "Mr. Tang, Mrs. Tang, this is the consulting detective Sherlock Holmes. I think you should have heard of his name. Please rest assured, our police The murderer will definitely be found."

Sherlock stepped forward. Of course, Tang's father and Tang's mother had heard of the great detective's reputation. Since the incident a few years ago, the great detective has become a famous figure in Britain. You may not know who the current prime minister is. , but you will definitely know the name of Sherlock Holmes, they moved away, watching Sherlock leaning slightly, and Tang Heng looked at each other.

Tang Heng's eyes were still a little confused. She looked at Sherlock's curly hair and thought for a while before finding out the identity of this person in her thin memory, "...Sherlock Holmes, the great detective of the century. "

"It's me, do you still remember anything? For example, the scene at the time of the crime, did you see who stabbed you?"

Tang Heng shook her head, her voice was still weak, "I don't remember, at that time, because of the pain, all I could see was chaotic things, and I didn't even have the memory of where I was at that time."

She looked very calm, not as calm as a person who just walked through life and death, Sherlock looked at her carefully, her hair was pure black, very well maintained, without any trace of hair dye, this It's a bit strange. In stage plays, the hair color and hairstyle of the actors are required according to the different roles. Although it is not necessary to dye their hair for every performance, there are always one or two times.

Moreover, this luster is not like a person who has been seriously injured. His eyes moved down and landed on Tang Heng's hands. They were a pair of very beautiful hands with slender fingers and beautiful arcs of nails, revealing The pale pink pearly luster, it can be seen that this girl usually lives delicately.

Sherlock finally shifted his gaze back to Tang Heng's face, a very beautiful face, with a higher nose bridge than ordinary people, and this is the only place on her face where a little bit of mixed blood can be seen, she has a pair of peach blossom eyes, Even if there is no expression, it can still make people feel slightly drunk. There is a little green in the gray-blue eyes, which looks extremely mysterious, especially under the eyes of this girl who are like stagnant water, it is even more impressive. There was an inexplicable sense of fear.

This girl is weary of the world, but she is trying her best to adapt to the world. It is a very complicated feeling. Sherlock feels that he can go further in the study of psychology.

"So, what impression do you have about yourself?" Sherlock straightened up, walked a few steps slightly, and opened the window. The sun was shining on Tang Heng's body in large swaths, and her eyes finally fluctuated a little.

"I can't remember too well, but I seem to have a husband, we have seven sons and a daughter, in this relationship, I seem to be very happy... Then, he fucked, and I also **." Tang Heng lowered her voice as she spoke, she raised her hands, looked at her own hands, and became a little confused, she has a husband, what is the husband's name?

She tried to think about it, but felt her scalp hurt like needles. She put down her hands and stopped thinking about it, "Has the murderer been found?"

Lestrade finally recovered from this weird conversation, he showed a slightly apologetic smile, "We are already investigating, and we will be able to find that person soon."

Tang Heng nodded, she still had no expression on her face, "Thank you for your hard work, please be careful, it will be bad if you get injured because of the case."

Her tone was very light, and the wind blew away like a cloud of smoke. Lestrade touched his watch uncomfortably. This was the first time he had seen such a victim, and after experiencing Sherlock's various tortures, , I'm not used to being cared about suddenly, "We will, and someone will come over to give a simple report later, and it won't take too much of your time."

When he and Sherlock left, he also called Tang Heng's parents out, "Mr. Tang, Mrs. Tang, we suggest that after this incident is over, you take Miss Tang to see a psychiatrist. There were victims in previous cases. People have experienced such a situation, after being stimulated, they set up a new identity for themselves in order to escape, this is a sign of mental breakdown, please pay attention to it."

Mrs. Tang nodded. She took out a handkerchief and wiped the corners of her eyes, "Thank you, officer. We will cooperate with the investigation. Please find the murderer."

"By the way, this is a well-known psychologist in the industry who cooperates with Scotland Yard. This is his business card. He will come to the UK in a few days to give a few reports. I will contact you for you."

The business card finally lay on Tang Heng's bedside, with the light golden name on it shining in the sun.

"Dr. Hannibal Lecter, a famous psychiatrist, is your most intimate partner."

Watson remained silent. He stood beside Sherlock and Lestrade, examining Tang Heng as a doctor. With the permission of Tang Heng's attending doctor, he borrowed Tang Heng's examination report. After looking at them, after they walked out of the hospital, Watson asked, "How is the situation?"

"It's out of danger, and she can continue to perform after she has cultivated well. However, according to her parents, it seems that she is not going to let her engage in this industry anymore." Lestrade said with a sigh. I went to see this girl's performance with my wife, and I have to say that the performance was wonderful and resonant.

"Her physical condition is indeed very wrong. The inspection report shows that there is only one fatal injury, and because the costume was thick at the time, although it caused—but it was not fatal, so the source of the toxin is indeed very strange. I can't tell her directly. Therefore, we cannot get other information.” Watson looked at Sherlock when he spoke, which was a tacit understanding between them. In terms of medicine, what Sherlock needs is a professional doctor and him, a former field doctor. double information.

Sherlock frowned and thought about it. He found many clues, but they were too small to connect for the time being.

The police car drove them to the theater where the incident happened. There were many reporters outside the theater, so they had to go in through the back door. There were very few people inside the theater, but there were many police officers coming and going. Lestrade pointed to the location behind. "The members of the troupe are currently inside, except for those with alibi, the rest are here."

Sherlock nodded, turned around and walked towards the stage. Because there was no one there, only one lamp was lit on the stage. The light was not bright, and many things were covered with a hazy shadow. Very illusory and terrifying.

He stood under the stage and looked up at the dome above the stage slightly. There seemed to be nothing wrong. According to the information he just received from Lestrade, after the incident, the police inspected the entire stage. , there is no mechanism, and there is no pre-arranged thing, that is to say, the murderer just carried a knife on his body, waiting for the moment when the curtain is closed and ready to change the scene to commit the crime. Think about it this way, what you saw in the video That scene looked like the murderer was paying tribute to something.

Watson walked around the stage, "I didn't think the stage was particularly big. After all, it seemed crowded when there were only a dozen people in the video, but I didn't expect it to be a trapezoidal stage. It takes a lot of effort, especially since it's a slope."

Sherlock's eyes flickered for a moment. He looked at Watson, who was unaware, and Lestrade, who was standing aside with his mind full of achnatherum. "Let's go see the rest of the troupe."

Equipment room

Jamie sat dejectedly in a corner of the dressing room, his costumes were piled up in a mess around him, looking a little sloppy, and the others were no better than him. Several actresses, accompanied by police officers, After changing the heavy costumes and taking off the makeup, all of them looked pale now, with heavy makeup dotted around the corners of the eyes and brows, which looked indescribably funny, and the scenery on the stage could not be seen at all.

"Haven't the police found the murderer yet?" the second female number Lucy Bryan asked hoarsely.

Jenny Carter, the third female number sitting across from her, shook her head, "Not yet, I don't know when we will be able to go out, and I don't know who Tang offended."

"Who knows, if it wasn't for the big trouble this time, I would have called a lawyer." Lucy complained, she and Tang had no conflicts, and Tang's acting skills were indeed pretty good, she couldn't compare, Naturally, she didn't want her family to find a way to push Tang down. After all, Tang was one of the shareholders of the Venus Theater Company, and she was also her immediate boss.

The door of the dressing room was pushed open vigorously. Lucy subconsciously grabbed Jenny's hand, subconsciously glanced at Jamie, and then looked at the door together with Jenny with a little fear. There was a tall man standing there. A man with curly hair, he smiled exaggeratedly at them, and walked in amidst the shivering of the ladies.