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Lestrade pulled off the murderer's sunglasses, and only asked, "You can't see? Are you blind?"

The so-called murderer nodded slowly, and Lestrade could see the unusual pupils in his eyes when he bent down and slightly lowered his head... Obviously they found the wrong person!The man who killed Catherine was definitely not blind!

The blind man sitting on the stool said very puzzled: "Young people, I really don't know why you tied me here? Did I do something wrong?"

Lestrade looked at him and felt a suffocation rising in his chest. He quickly pulled Rusco aside and lowered his voice, but he couldn't hide his anger and scolded: "This is the murderer you are looking for? Why is he blind? You can't even see it? How is he going to kill someone? Huh? Stupid!"

Rusko found its owner just by relying on the box, and even dragged and dragged the person here before he could ask questions. Although there were bumps and struggles during the process, it was normal for Rusko, after all, a murderer If you are caught, you have to break free. Could it be possible that you can take the initiative to stand on the execution ground and wait to be hanged?

But it was this kind of taken-for-granted thinking combined with the joy of victory that completely covered Rusco's eyes, and he didn't even notice the obvious external feature that the murderer he caught was blind.

"But he... he, he obviously found the box in his hand!" Rusco quickly explained, and even stepped forward in a panic to carry over the suspect's suitcase, "This is the box Yes, it even has Miss Holmes' name on it!"

Lestrade looked down slightly, and there was indeed Sherlock Holmes in cursive script on the side of the suitcase. Before he could say anything, Athena, who arrived late, also proved Rusko's statement.

"That's right! That's my suitcase." Athena walked down slowly holding the hem of her skirt, looked at Rusko contemptuously and said, "But this is not a reason to prove that you are not an idiot, if you find him early in the morning If you can't see it, you should ask him how the box came from, maybe you have already found other clues along this box, instead of wasting everyone's time here!"

Rusco gritted his molars and stared at her blankly, his dissatisfaction was written all over his face, and his already round face was now bulging like a squirrel.Of course he couldn't bear the sight of a yellow-haired girl like Athena standing in front of him and blatantly calling him an idiot, but in the end he still stood deflated and didn't say anything.

Athena skipped Rusko and went straight to the "murderer", but just looking at the old woolen coat on the "murderer", she hurriedly asked: "Coat? Is this coat yours?" ? Why with that cleaner..."

"Oh! There is also a young lady here, your voice is so nice!" The "murderer" sitting on the stool said with a smile: "Are you talking to me? Are you talking about the coat I'm wearing? "

Athena nodded quickly, but after subconsciously nodding, she realized that he couldn't see at all, and said again: "Yes! That's right! Is this coat yours?"

The "murderer" chuckled and shook his head, and said lightly, "No! A kind young man gave it to me, and he said I would need it! That young man's voice is also very nice, very slender! He is a kind-hearted man. Nice lad!"

Lestrade also asked: "What about the suitcase? Was it also given to you by someone else?"

"Oh, that's right! It was also given by the young man. I just touched the leather of the box and knew that such a material must be worth a lot of money. Speaking of which, the young man is really kind! The suitcase and this Coat, send me so many things just ask me to write him a letter."

"Letter?" Lestrade said in surprise, "You can write a letter even if you can't see it?"

The "murderer" didn't feel offended by such a question, but just smiled and said: "Believe me, I can do many things after being blind for a long time, not to mention that this letter doesn't have a few words!"

Athena just squatted down and looked at him and asked, "Sir, is the content of the letter..."

"My dear lady, I understand that you are looking for this suit.——Jack" The blind man said the answer directly, but it made Lestrade even more worried and excited.

They were very close, this was the closest they had been to the murderer so far, and there was only one person left between them and the murderer.It's a pity... this person can't see it!

Lestrade asked: "Do you still remember what that young man told you? Sir!"

He just smiled and said: "Nothing, just chatted with me about the weather in London. What's the matter? Are you looking for him? Did he steal all the things he gave me? It's none of my business, God! I don't want to get involved in these things!"

As he stood up tremblingly, he was about to take off the clothes on his body, but Athena was staring at the clothes on him, and the ones in his memory!And dream!exactly the same.

She looked at Lestrade and said softly, "I've seen this dress before!"

"What? Where? Do you remember what the person wearing it looks like?" Lestrade asked repeatedly as if he had grasped at straws.

But what I got was an even more unbelievable answer.

"In Paris, on that night! Do you still remember the cleaner I told you...that I met at the garbage dump? He was wearing such a dress that night, exactly the same! If it is not a coincidence, I have reason to believe that he is the one A murderer! But... why did he seek revenge on us? Why did he kill Catherine? He is just a cleaner!" Athena frowned, completely confused about the messy relationship.

Lestrade sat down slowly while supporting the suitcase, and said with a wry smile just now: "If the cleaner is really the murderer we are looking for, do you still believe that he is just an ordinary cleaner? Do you still believe him so much?" Did you happen to break into the cordon set up by the Paris police and break into the trap surrounding 'Blood Rose'?"

Athena said in a daze: "You mean... he appeared there premeditatedly from the very beginning, and he waited there just to kill me? Then what kind of relationship does he have with 'Blood Rose'? Relative? Lover? Friend? Is he trying to avenge 'Blood Rose'?"

Hearing Athena's constant questioning, Lestrade suddenly stood up and opened the suitcase. While frantically flipping through the clothes in the suitcase, he asked Athena, "Your suitcase is short of clothes. Is it?" But after asking this question, he stopped again, and said to himself: "It's useless! There is still a box in the room..."

"What? Lestrade, what are you talking about?" Athena asked.

Lestrade took out his pocket watch, and it wasn't long before they landed!

Above the ballroom is the deck, judging by the current time, there must be countless passengers gathered on the deck, first class, second class, and even sailors and sailors on board.

They're almost on shore, and they're running out of time!

"Miss Holmes, I'm afraid I'm going to break my promise and let you down!" Lestrade raised his head in frustration, and said lightly, "What if the murderer was wearing women's clothing like 'Blood Rose' from the beginning? Our habitual thinking Always, we always ignore the most illogical speculation, what if he was wearing women's clothing? We only checked men's suits, didn't we?"

Athena looked at the open suitcase on the table, which was turned into a mess by Lestrade. It was only now that she understood what Lestrade meant when he said 'he still has a suitcase'.

That was still in Catherine's room, Catherine's box, which they never opened.Even if it is opened, it is impossible to know whether there is anything missing in that box, because the only owner of the box who knows every item inside can no longer speak.

The murderer might be wearing Catherine's clothes and huddled in the second-class boat and docked, or he might be wearing Athena's clothes and sitting in the first-class cabin drinking red wine, or he might even be standing on top of himself in the crowd Looking at the London that is about to arrive... he didn't even forget to laugh at these incompetent people who were played around by him.

They couldn't tell which piece of clothing the murderer was wearing, they couldn't know the pattern and material of the clothes, they couldn't even know whether the murderer had changed into new clothes.

All they know is futile work, they know nothing!

All the possibilities need time to check one by one, and the last thing they have is time.But how could you just give up like this?Catherine cannot die in vain!

Without saying a word, Athena turned her head and ran to the deck with her skirt in her hands. The joy of returning to her hometown and reaching her destination filled all the travelers, whether they were noble gentlemen, ladies or ordinary laborers and commoners. A place full of mist and steam in the distance.

That's London!Their family members, friends, and lovers may be waiting for them standing on the shore shrouded in mist.

Athena didn't even have time to be amazed by the significant difference between the "foggy capital" London in the Victorian era and London in the 21st century. She searched aimlessly on the deck full of travelers, only hoping that there would be something she could see in her sight. The familiar dress in memory.But such a trivial search for a needle in a haystack is futile after all!

She walked around the French-speaking couple, past the children calling mother... "No! No! Not this one!" Athena murmured.

"Miss Holmes!" Lestrade's shout was not far behind, but the ship's whistle suddenly "buzzed", and the voice calling her own name was suddenly interrupted, and she hadn't turned her head yet. ...

"Hello, Miss Holmes! I heard that you keep looking for me again!" The slender voice appeared behind her ears like a ghost, panting, and she didn't even know when the owner of the voice stood behind her .

The murderer Athena had always wanted to find was only an inch away from her, but she didn't dare to look back, because she could clearly feel a sharp dagger against her waist.

"who are you?"

"Jack! Didn't I leave you a note? My dear lady, you have a very bad memory!"