miss holmes vase

"I hunt in the wilderness, where the foggy moon covers the fields."

The bright red characters written on the wall of Athena's bedroom reminded Lestrade of the characters written on the wall of the cabin where Catherine died that day.

Athena's prediction was correct. It seems that the same method is not the unique mark of Jack the Ripper. It is not an exaggeration to say that the person who left the message on the wall is the instigator.

Lestrade took off his gloves and approached slowly. The liquid that hadn't dried up slowly fell from the wall to the floor. He raised his hand to slightly stain a drop of cold liquid, and sniffed it close to the tip of his nose.

It's cow blood.

For some reason, it seemed that Lestrade breathed a sigh of relief after knowing that the blood on the wall did not belong to Athena, but Athena, who was clearly missing, had no news. How could he be really relieved? Come down!

Melina, who came back from the living room, saw Lestrade standing intently in Athena's room looking at something, so she also hurried in.

But as soon as she entered the door, she saw blood all over the wall, and her legs immediately limp and slid along the door frame to the ground.

"This...this is..."

Lestrade glanced at her slightly, but said: "It's just cow blood, don't worry too much. Now at least I know that Athena's life is not in danger, but what does the person who kidnapped her mean by leaving this sentence?" ?”

Lestrade lowered his head slightly, and read over and over the poetic lines on the wall, "I hunt in the wilderness, who is this 'I'? Is it the murderer or Athena, or something else? People? And which wilderness does the wilderness in this sentence refer to?"

Lestrade looked at the writing on the wall repeatedly, feeling powerless and lost mixed with unstoppable anxiety, which almost destroyed the calm state of mind he had maintained since he started as a police officer.But at this moment, there was nothing he could do except wait.

Not only waiting for the return and scolding of Mycroft and Sherlock, but also waiting for the murderer to clarify the purpose of kidnapping Athena and the conditions that can be negotiated.

Melina, who was barely struggling to get up, didn't dare to look at any writing on the wall, but said tremblingly with narrowed eyes: "Miss, who was she taken away by... He, they, what on earth is it?" What do you want to do?"

"Him? They?" Lestrade looked back at her suddenly and asked, "Is it him alone, or two or three of them?"

Melina was so frightened by Lestrade's loud questioning that she couldn't speak. She just hiccupped and said, "I...I, hiccup, I don't know. I don't even know who kidnapped Miss Holmes. How did I get in here, I, I kept belching... the whole time I was in the kitchen, and then... I passed out without knowing anything."

"You didn't open the door? Was that the one opened by Athena?" Lestrade pressed Melina's shoulder urgently, but all he got was a shake of Melina's head.

"Should, it shouldn't be... hiccup! The lady seems to be playing with a painting in the living room, she should, she shouldn't have gone downstairs, right?" She stammered, and even looked at Leisi with uncertainty Trade asked back about him, who was not there at the time.

Lestrade sighed helplessly, completely giving up the illusion of what could be learned from Melina's mouth, and just strode towards the living room.In the living room where everything is as usual, there is still firewood burning in the fireplace, and the sound of hot water boiling can be heard from the boiler not far away. The whole building seems to be the same as usual.

It's just that the owner who belongs to it has disappeared.

"Draw! Drawing board!" Lestrade kept muttering, and he was consciously using this psychological hint to calm himself down.

When he walked quickly to the drawing board, he saw a painting upside down on the usually empty drawing board. Lestrade quickly reached out to pick up the painting, but when he turned the painting over, Lestrade saw It was the painting I saw on the balcony in Paris.Other than that, there are no residual clues or anything wrong.

"It's a gift that should have been given to you a long time ago!" What Athena said before he left still lingered in his ears.Thinking of Lestrade looking at the painting again, he probably understood what Athena wanted to give him.

It turned out to be this painting!

Lestrade slowly rearranged the painting on the drawing board, and sat down weakly.

"The painting you want to give me is here! But where did you go?"

Just when Lestrade was at a loss, there was a sudden sound of running downstairs.

"Lestrade! Lestrade!" Sherlock's voice sounded like a savior, and Lestrade immediately got up and walked towards Sherlock.However, it was not Sherlock's superb deduction that ushered in first, but a blow to the cheek.

"How could you let her be taken away by Moriarty? You are a detective, why don't you even have this bit of vigilance?" Sherlock's roar resounded almost every corner of the house, and the panic in his heart was completely It turned into a blame and shouted out.

Because he knew that once Athena was taken away by Moriarty, it must be the final revenge.

And in the revenge like a war, the first to be hurt must be Athena.From the very beginning in Paris, Moriarty had targeted the Holmes family, the youngest child who didn't even know the existence of Helena and Moriarty.

What could make you feel more sad and sad than hurting the loved ones you care about the most!

Lestrade raised his hand and touched his sore nose, the anxiety that had been suppressed in his heart was vented at this moment.

He looked at Sherlock and said, "Yes! It's all my fault! I'm not smart enough! I'm not vigilant enough! I can't see everything in advance like a genius like you!

Can you let go of all your anger at me?There is nothing more important than finding Athena now! "

As he spoke, he sniffed heavily to hide the bloody smell in his nose, and only looked at Sherlock and said, "Just like in the cabin in Paris, the murderer who kidnapped Athena left a message! Right in her cabin Room!"

Looking at Lestrade's lonely back, Sherlock suddenly regretted what he had done just now. He has always liked Lestrade and even regarded him as a friend.

He never felt that Lestrade was as stupid as he himself said, and on the contrary, compared to those Scotland Yard police detectives who liked to laugh at him, Lestrade had always been able to clearly understand A smart person who realizes his own shortcomings and humbly asks for advice.

Thinking of Sherlock, he feels even more sorry, but now that things have been done, this is the only way to go. After all, as Lestrade said, finding Athena is the top priority now.

"It's right here. I read it as soon as I entered the room. The method of committing the crime is exactly the same as that written in the cabin that day, of course the handwriting is different." Lestrade looked up at the bloody writing on the wall and added: " The blood was used, so I think Athena is at least safe now."

Sherlock leaned closer, confirmed the smell of the blood stains, and said, "He won't let Athena die so easily, he wants to take revenge on me, Mycroft, and Mom and Dad, all of this is just the beginning .It's just...Although Athena won't die easily, I'm afraid he won't make Athena feel better."

"Him?" Lestrade looked at Sherlock suspiciously, before continuing to ask questions, he saw Sherlock backed away until he reached the window and then stopped.

"I hunt in the wilderness, and the foggy moon covers the field." Sherlock thought for a while and said, "I (my), field (croft), isn't that the name of Mycroft? This is a word puzzle !"

As soon as Sherlock finished speaking, the answer shrouded in fog in the depths of Lestrade's heart disappeared instantly.The person who kidnapped Athena would definitely not leave behind a line of nonsense poetry without any connection, there must be something hidden in it.

But what else was there but Mycroft's name?

Lestrade looked at Sherlock anxiously and asked, "Then what else is there besides Mycroft's name? What are the wilderness and Brumaire?"

Sherlock shook his head lonely. He didn't understand what the "wilderness" and "brumaire" in the poem meant, did they refer to any place or time?Perhaps the answer will have something to do with Mycroft?

Thinking of this, Sherlock hurried out, strode up the living room and hurriedly wanted to call Mycroft, but it was only a maid who answered the phone on Pall Mall, it turned out that Melina was waking up. After that, he not only called himself, but also called Mycroft to inform Athena about her disappearance.

According to the maid, Mycroft hurried out the door, and now he must be on his way too.

Sherlock had no choice but to go back to Athena's room again, and continued to study the handwriting that belonged to Colonel Moran.When inquiring about Colonel Moran's personal information, Sherlock was already familiar with his handwriting, and his left-handed characteristics were also clearly reflected on the wall.

Almost every word ends with an involuntary slant to the left, which is typical of Sherlock's discovery of Colonel Moran's handwriting when he first saw it.

It seems that Colonel Moran and Ralph Moriarty, who had disappeared for almost a month, finally surfaced. Although this gave Sherlock the opportunity to track down their tracks, of course the price was related to saving Athena. Life is a race.Therefore, the more such joints, the more Sherlock can't tolerate any mistakes.

"Hunting! Hunting! Damn it! How did I forget this!" Sherlock patted his forehead angrily, because even his calm face became grim because of his anxiety.

Sherlock murmured: "The first child of Zeus is Artemis, the goddess of hunting. I forgot that this was a family secret that I told Ralph personally."

Lestrade asked incomprehensibly, "What? The Hunting Goddess?"

"Yes! That's right! Athena is Athena, the goddess of wisdom, and the third child of Zeus. When we were young, we often used mythological characters to refer to each other. Mycroft is the eldest son of our family. The first child of Zeus, Artemis, the goddess of hunting, came to call him!"

"Then it counts...you are Apollo, the sun god?" Lestrade frowned slightly, but Sherlock suddenly raised his head, only looking at himself and kept asking: "What else? There can't be only one sentence in this poem! It was a clue for Mycroft, and where is the one for me?"

"Clue?" Lestrade asked, frowning.

But Sherlock became angry for some reason, and even the veins on his neck became more and more obvious at a speed visible to the naked eye, and he kept pacing in the room.

The pointing look is as excited as taking cocaine, but more of this excitement is anger.

Sherlock: "Don't you understand? This is a game for him, a game of checkpoints!"

But Lestrade asked confusedly, "Who is the he you speak of...?"

Sherlock: "Moriarty...no! He should be called Professor Ralph James!"

The author has something to say: Do all the little angels feel fast?I think it's okay?It's not over tomorrow!The last case is still a bit long, and after the last case is over, all the relationships and endings of the characters must be clearly written.Although I didn't clearly stipulate how many words I should write when I first wrote the outline, I can't continue the plot after all the plots that should go are gone!

Do not worry!There are still many things to explain in the future!Don't worry, just keep reading!Regarding the extra episode, it depends on whether there is anything to think about after the final writing, or what you want to read!

It is said that after the pre-acquisition in hand is finished, I am going to go back to open the old sayings. I feel guilty that I couldn’t make money for her after I signed the editor of the old sayings (it feels like I can make money, hahaha) Seeing the clips of "Fighting Knife in the Snow" today, the heart of writing old sayings is ignited again!But I still have a lot to write!The mentality is about to explode, so let's bookmark the Qingchuan article that will be opened in the next one!In the last publicity period, I have fat!

"[Qing Chuan] Fifth Elder Brother Intermittently Salted Fish"

Wenbo Life and Death House Yin Qi once traveled to the Kangxi Dynasty, and became the most non-existent good old Yin Qi among the Kangxi masters.

When the milk dumpling grows up, you have to study hard, and before your hair grows, you have to lead the army to fight. Are you kidding me?

Yinqi: I can't!I can not!At best, I can fry peanuts in the kitchen.

System: No way?No, you can only explode on the spot!

Yinqi: I can do it!I can!I can't, who can?

After a day of hard study

Yinqi: I can't!I can not!You make me explode!

System: Seeing how pitiful you are, let me give you a few days off!

Yinqi: What fake?

System: There are always a few days every month... let you be a salted fish with peace of mind.

Since then, the fifth elder brother Yinqi always has a few days every month to eat and wait to die, eat, drink and play with good luck, get what you want, and get what you want.You don't have to work hard and you can get everything just by being a salted fish. There are rumors that the fifth elder brother calls this the "salted fish period"!

The eunuchs and maids in the palace worshiped the salted fish one after another after hearing the rumors, begging the salted fish immortal to save all sentient beings and bless the "salted fish period".

Small theater: One day, Lord Long Live will check your brother's homework.

Prince Xiaoye: If the world is safe, you must first rectify yourself...

Fourth elder brother: The way to university lies in Ming Mingde...

Fifth elder brother: I ate two steamed buns for lunch today, they taste good!

Long Live Lord: My Xiaowu really shares joys and sorrows with the common people!My little Wu is really gentle and kind, willing to suffer from his body and skin, and will surely achieve a great career in the future!

Brothers:? ? ?

Brother Six: Ah...Ama, I ate three for lunch!

Long Live Lord: Hmph~ Idiot!Don't eat tonight!