miss holmes vase

"Catherine? Miss Catherine? Her last name..." The police detective asked several times, but Athena hadn't recovered from the shock.

She stood at the door of the empty room. The thick plush carpet on the floor of the room was stained black and red with blood. It was the blood that had spread layer by layer from under Catherine's body, but now it looked like a blooming dahlia. .

Evil and weird.

Catherine, who was lying in the middle, was sliced ​​open inch by inch from the chest cavity to the uterus, exposing her bloody intestines and kidneys nakedly.And the pajamas she was wearing was a gift from Athena not long ago when she left Paris, France, and the pure white tassels were already soaked in blood.

Memories about Catherine were like a spring, constantly filling Athena's little head and occupying all her thoughts.

That nagging Catherine, the Catherine who grew up with Athena, was just lying on the blanket.Her pale and stiff face was the last expression she had before she was alive, terrified, frightened and...unwilling to die.

She just looked straight at the ceiling, and even when she walked closer, she could see the dry tears from her eyes sliding down to her temples.

Suddenly, his eyes went dark, and the gentleman's suit and tie blocked Athena's gaze.

"Miss Holmes, don't go in! I'll take you back to your room..." Lestrade raised his hand slightly, but Athena woke up suddenly and calmly and carefully pushed Lestrade away to look at the side wall.

"What is this?" Athena turned to look at Lestrade and asked.

On the decal wallpaper next to the bed, there were two big letters written on the wall that had been soaked with blood.

"lv"

It was obvious even standing outside the door, and the excess blood dripped down in three or two lines due to the effect of gravity, making it even more terrifying.

Athena should have seen it a long time ago, but because the past with Catherine kept pouring out of her mind, she couldn't break free to find out all this, and she needed time to process those memories in her mind.

Lestrade stood beside her with a slight frown. He began to wonder about this strange lady in front of him. She seemed...really different from women all over the world. Lestrade had never seen anything like her in the years of handling the case. A woman who neither cried nor frightened when she saw a murder scene.

Not to mention such a scene of disembowelling and blood dripping, even a few inexperienced young policemen under him couldn't help but ran outside and vomited when they saw such a scene.

But she just stood there in a daze from the beginning to the end. Even if she was just scared, she was already much calmer than many people present.

"LV? What does this mean?" Athena's voice sounded again, and she looked at Lestrade in confusion.

This must be the message left by the murderer, it is almost beyond doubt!Catherine, who was disembowelled, never had the opportunity or time to leave such a big clue from the beginning, let alone on the wall.

For Catherine, who was lying on all fours on the blanket, it was absolutely impossible for her to do this.But why did the murderer leave such a message?

LV...Naturally it won't be the luxury brand called Louis Vuitton many years later, what is the name? Naturally, it wouldn't be me and Catherine at the beginning of L. Whose name would that be?

Suddenly the mellow voice next to her sounded, "La Vengeance." Lestrade looked at her and said calmly, "It's in French..."

Lestrade: "Revenge!"

Athena: "The meaning of revenge!"

Athena and Lestrade answered almost in unison.

Lestrade lowered his head slightly, and the doubts in his heart about Athena's various unique qualities shown before seemed to have answers at this moment.

Of course she was calm and calm enough, and she was even full of curiosity about such a crime scene... All her performances were so natural, and all of her performances made him feel so familiar.

If not, he almost forgot that the Athena in front of him... whose surname was Sherlock Holmes.

Lestrade pursed his lips slightly and finally said: "Miss Holmes, go out with me first! It is inconvenient for you to stay here, and I have already notified Scotland Yard in London. I believe we can find out who the murderer is!"

Athena followed Lestrade to the aisle, Athena just looked at her and whispered: "Greg's matter is not trivial, if the murderer is here for revenge, is his revenge target me or Catherine? You must know that if it wasn’t for the ticket I bought for you yesterday, I would have lived in this room with Catherine. If the murderer’s target is me... this matter will not end with Catherine’s death.”

Lestrade nodded, he knew Athena was right!This method of disembowelling is by no means ordinary robbery and murder or rape | rape and murder, how much one has to hate a person to disembowel her like a livestock... You can know if you think about it.

He took out the notebook in his pocket and asked, "Do you know if Catherine has any enemies?"

Athena shook her head, "She and I grew up together, we lived and ate together, unless she kept something from me, I couldn't possibly not know that she had enemies!"

"how about you?"

Athena still shook her head. In her memory, the vase girl was busy eating, drinking and having fun all day long, and she was always generous and sincere. Speaking of it, she only suffered and was cheated, so how could she have enemies!

Lestrade frowned, failed to obtain any valid information, so he just put the notebook into his suit pocket, looked at Athena and said, "I'll take you back to your room first!"

Athena took two steps behind him, and suddenly raised her head and asked, "For the remaining two days... please live with me!"

Lestrade looked back at her and said, "I will protect you! This is my promise to Mr. Holmes, and I will do it!"

After that, he stopped talking and just sent Athena to the door. She took out the key and opened the door, and Lestrade walked in one after the other.Lestrade walked in the front vigilantly. After carefully observing the doors and windows, he said lightly, "The windows are all sealed. I'll stay by the door tonight, don't worry!"

Athena wrapped the blanket tightly around her body, and said listlessly: "I'm really surprised, why did the murderer treat Catherine like that? And Catherine was treated like that by him, why didn't the murderer have a drop of blood on her body, even Without a single bloody footprint, it just disappeared on this ship cleanly?"

Lestrade sat on the sofa next to Athena flipping through his notes and said: "After preliminary investigation, first of all, there is no window in that room and the murderer couldn't have entered through the window. The performance of the door lock, which means that the murderer probably entered by knocking on the door normally. Finally, after asking the owners of the two rooms next door, they said that they did not hear any abnormal noise last night. Then... it can be considered that Catherine may know The murderer, or at least in an off guard state."

As soon as Lestrade finished speaking, Athena suddenly stood up and said, "That waiter, Greg! That waiter!"

"what?"

"When I left that room last night to come to this one, a waiter stopped me at the door of Catherine's room. He had the wine list in his hand and asked me if the room lived was Sherlock Holmes. Miss!"

"What about his height and appearance? Have you seen what he looks like?" Lestrade asked eagerly. This is undoubtedly the most valuable clue so far, but Athena was suddenly discouraged and only replied listlessly. Said: "I walked away without looking at it...I was so angry at the time! I..."

She stroked her cheek and muttered regretfully: "I should have watched it at the time. I should have asked him why he knew it was Miss Holmes's house. I should..."

Lestrade just squatted beside her and comforted her: "It's not your fault, you take a good rest and stay here and don't leave. Okay?"

As he was about to get up, Athena grabbed Greg's arm and asked eagerly, "Where are you going?"

"I have to check the waiter right away, don't worry! I will leave a police officer at your door, and I will come back as soon as I finish checking." Greg nodded, and Athena looked at him for some reason. Such a serious expression makes him feel more at ease, maybe he also had the same expression when he hugged himself in the dark night!

"Do you have to catch him? Catherine shouldn't die like that!"

"I promise you!"

After Greg finished his last sentence, he got up and left.

In fact, from the first day he joined Scotland Yard as a police officer, he knew that he should never make a promise to the victim's family.There are too many people who die in London for unknown reasons every year. Scotland Yard cannot bring every murderer to justice. Promises made but not fulfilled will cause more harm to the families of the victims.

This is the truth that he has understood since he first started this job, but today he broke it for the first time.Just looking at her red eyes full of anger and guilt, Lestrade couldn't help but want to promise her.

And it was only at the moment of agreeing that he realized that...he had already stripped off all the armor on his body in front of her, and became a naked|naked|naked captive.

From the very beginning, he in the story is not Princess Rose's knight, but just a captive!

Athena leaned against the soft bed by the window with a headache, staring blankly at the blue sea outside the window.After calming down now, I only feel that my mood is more complicated. Although I have only known Catherine for a few days, but because of the memory of the original body, I feel that I am very familiar with her, and the relationship between the two of them is also empathetic.

But the more empathy she felt, the more she wanted to find out who the murderer was.

Did he really knock on the door?Even if he knocked on the door, how could he kill someone without any movement?The room was almost full of blood... How could the murderer come out so aboveboard without being stained with blood?

Maybe... there is another possibility!

Athena sat up suddenly looking at the ceiling, and she hurriedly opened the door.

"What do you want, Miss Holmes?"