miss holmes vase

The slightly swaying cabin in the vast sea is like a baby's cradle, and the sound of the turbulent waves is almost inaudible under the layers of giant steel beasts, but in Athena's heart, it seems that as long as she sticks to the pillow, she can Can hear the song of the sea.

There was no sound in the room, except for the occasional "tick" sound from the sink in the bathroom.It seems that it has not been a few days since she came to this world, but she is chased and killed wherever she goes, and the degree of danger is even higher than that of Conan.

Athena was lying on the bed but couldn't fall asleep at all, and Lestrade, who was sitting upright on the sofa by the door at the moment, was even more like a god of death, silent and just staring blankly with his big eyes open.

"Aren't you going to sleep tonight?" Athena asked suddenly as she writhed from the head of the bed to the end of the bed, only looking at Lestrade.But Lestrade didn't move, and said with a smile: "I thought you didn't plan to talk to me in the future."

Athena turned over and lay on the bed, wrapped in the quilt and snorted softly: "I want to talk to someone else, and there must be someone else here! If... Catherine is here, I will definitely be able to have a good talk with her, she said Maybe I can praise you a little more. She will say that Inspector Lestrade is a decent gentleman, and that I shouldn't keep teasing you like this..."

Having said that, she suddenly stopped, only feeling a little cold, and slightly pulled up the quilt under her body, wrapping herself up like a silkworm chrysalis in an unseemly manner.

Lestrade never looked down while listening to the movement on the bed, how could his upbringing allow him to desecrate the beautiful body of a young girl.Lestrade listened to the girl's complaints to herself, and knew that Athena must be in a bad mood. He pondered over and over again and finally opened his mouth to comfort him, but was blocked by Athena's question. in stomach.

"If the murderer doesn't come tonight, we'll never catch him, right?"

Athena is actually very clear that the promise Lestrade made to her before was just out of comfort. There are at least a hundred people on this giant ship. The murderer who has seen the appearance, let alone in the current situation where the news is blocked and there is a shortage of manpower.

And once the ship docks at the port at the mouth of the Thames before noon tomorrow, the hundreds of people on board will be like pigeons coming out of their cages, and they will go ashore and fly away to find no trace.Even if the cause of Catherine's death remains a mystery, even if Catherine's death is tragic...

Even if the police from the entire Scotland Yard rushed to the scene, they would not be able to block so many people.And the final result seems to have almost no second possibility except to die hastily. After all, the dead Catherine was just a little maid and not a princess of any family.

Lestrade hesitated again and again but still told the truth: "I'm afraid... that's the case!"

"Then I hope he will come to kill me tonight." Athena sighed, but Lestrade just remained silent.

The bickering and teasing during the day disappeared without a trace as night fell. Such a cold and tense night made both of them lose their ability to humor, and even talked less and less.In the end, one was on the bed and the other was on the sofa, and there was only a long silence.

Although Athena lay on the bed thinking too much and couldn't fall asleep, she didn't feel much fear. Presumably it was because of Lestrade's company behind her that she felt at ease!After all, he was the one who saved his own life, the one who could be trusted enough to entrust him a second time.

With such a sense of security, everything around her became less important with the relaxed mood, and Athena didn't even know when she fell asleep.

She seems to have had a dream, but it seems real...

In the dream, she seemed to return to the night when she was hunted down in Paris. In the dream, she was far more vigorous than in reality, and she seemed to escape from that nightmarish church like a 21st century athlete stepping on comfortable sneakers.

There was still no light at night when she was running on the stone road, the dream was as clear as reality, turn around!forward!Landfill!

In the dream, everything was exactly the same as reality, except that the bridge that should have been in the distance and the brightly lit police station on the other side could not be seen.

Even the man at the garbage dump was exactly the same, he was wearing an unseemly and untidy woolen coat, and asked himself with concern, but the dim environment with the backlight still couldn't allow Athena to see his face.

Even so, the cleaner lifted himself up as friendly and polite as in reality.

"Cleaner, ma'am. Are you okay? I'm here to clean up the dump!"

As he said that, the man put down the broom in his hand, afraid that she would not believe him, he just put his hand in his pocket: "I'll show you my ID..."

Looking at the cleaner in the dark, Athena felt that she had finally found a savior, but she was not happy yet, and she hadn't had time to say any words for help.

The cleaner slowly pulled out a gleaming dagger from his pocket. The sharp blade and the glint of cold metal made it so dazzling that people couldn't ignore it in this dark night without lights.

Maybe it's because the dagger...is Athena's only visible light source in the dark!

And she finally caught sight of the familiar deadly dagger.

"Miss Holmes! Miss Holmes!"

"Boom! Boom!"

Athena struggled to get up, and now she was alone in the quiet room. Lestrade left the room at some point, and there was not even a trace of him staying in the room.

Alek's voice outside the door was anxious and frequent. She quickly got up and closed the pajamas before opening the door and sticking her head out, asking, "What's wrong? Did you find it?"

"No!" Alek's expression was complicated, he hesitated for a long time before replying under Athena's urging: "I found that suit!"

Still in Catherine's room, the blood-stained carpet had long been rolled up and the smooth maroon floor did not leave much blood.

Athena, who struggled to put herself into a decent dress, hurried forward, and pushed away the police officers crowded at the door, only to see Lestrade standing in the room with his back turned to her.

She quickly asked, "Where is it?"

Lestrade turned around slowly with an extremely frustrated expression on his face, and it wasn't until he turned around that Athena saw that well-tailored suit was placed on the bed sheet where Catherine's body was buried.

It was neat and tidy, as if it had been ironed by a maid and sent to the master's bedside. When she took two steps closer, she saw a piece of white letter paper on top of the suit.

Athena picked up the letter paper, the font on it was crooked, Athena tried hard to distinguish it, but Lestrade on the side had already read it aloud.

"My dear lady, I understand that you are looking for this suit. -Jack"

Athena stared at Lestrade at the side for a long time before she spoke out angrily, but her voice was trembling, "Is he laughing at us? He just walked into this room again with such a loud voice. This suit was placed on Catherine's body...the body? He! How dare you?"

"It's my fault, I don't even know how he got in!" Lestrade lowered his head and rubbed his temples in frustration, his uneasiness and anxiety were beyond words, but what's the use of these superfluous emotions that are so useless Woolen cloth?

He lifted his pocket watch by the thin chain on his waistcoat. There were less than two hours before they disembarked, and now he was completely at a loss as to the whole case.

"We found it! We found it! Haha! We caught him!" The voice of the short Rusco came from far away, and the surprise and pride in his voice seemed to be imaginable just by hearing it. How proud he must have been on his cheeky face.

Lestrade hurried out the door and asked, "What did you find?"

"The box... the box! Hahahaha! I found it! It was me!" Ruth gasped heavily, not forgetting to show off his outstanding achievements to everyone, but Lestrade didn't care about these things, and just hurriedly carried them. His collar asked: "Where is the person? Has the person caught it?"

Lusco pushed Lestrade away in disdain, pretended to straighten his tie and said with a smile, "Of course! How could I let him slip away!"

"What about people?"

"Right in the ballroom, there's no one there right now for interrogation."

When Lestrade heard this, he ran to the ballroom without saying a word, obviously he had already caught someone, but he was very disturbed in his heart.

It shouldn't be this easy!

The murderer could easily enter and exit the first-class box to kill Catherine without attracting any attention, and even sent the suit back under the noses of himself and the police without being discovered.

How could such a person be caught so easily because of a box?

But when Lestrade and the others ran into the ballroom panting, the person trapped in the chair was obviously sitting there alive.

is it him?Is he a murderer?

Lestrade walked lightly and looked at the thin figure on the chair. He was wearing a worn-out woolen coat of poor material, with the cuffs and neckline frayed and dilapidated.

"Young man, can I ask why I was tied up here?" He said slowly.

Lestrade finally walked in front of him, only then did he see that the murderer sitting on the stool was about 40 to [-] years old. The most strange thing was that he was still wearing a pair of sunglasses in this dim environment.

Rusco, who was immersed in the joy of his victory, came from behind, but said disdainfully: "Don't you know what good things you have done yourself? You have been caught by us, and you have nowhere to escape. Don't think yourself..."

Rusko's babbling self-performance is in his ears, but Lestrade keeps staring at the murderer in front of him.The murderer just turned his head sideways to look in Lusco's direction, completely ignoring Lestrade who was standing in front of him, and didn't even look up at him.

Lestrade slowly raised his hand and waved it slightly in front of him.

But there was no response!