[Comprehensive] Sherlock's Secret

"It must be the latter—" Sherlock walked on the path and looked around, "Adele didn't kill anyone. According to the records in the case file, Adele returned home at around 09:30, but Kara Yi The most accurate time of Reese's death should be between ten and eleven o'clock, and after committing the crime, the murderer dragged Iris' body to the bushes on the side of the road——

You must know that Kara Iris is six feet tall, and Adele is so thin that she can even easily get in and out through the bathroom vent window. According to common sense, she cannot drag Iris—the biggest loophole is that Iris The fatal wound to Reese's death was a dagger piercing her lung, and she died from a ruptured bronchi and excessive blood loss.

They didn't find the murder weapon, but according to Adele's hand strength, it was impossible for her to stab through Iris' body with a single knife, and even caused a slight fracture of the ribs - so the murderer was either a strong man, Either it's a woman with a lot of strength, Adele obviously doesn't fit it, but looking at it now, the murderer must be closely related to her..."

"Hey hey, what's the reason?" Su Fu asked, "Let's hear it."

Sherlock said: "Recall Adele's expression when we first went to the police station - if she was wronged and desperately needed redemption, she should be asking for help when she saw us, I believe Louise has told You, Adele is a little timid and shy by nature, but she didn't show the slightest fear or retreat just now, which shows that she knows very well what she is about to face in her heart, and she obviously didn't kill the person—"

"You mean—" Su Fu frowned slightly, "She's taking the blame for someone else?"

Sherlock pursed his lips, revealing a smile of unknown meaning: "Which 'lucky person' can make the innocent Adele willing to be a scapegoat——"

"You asked Adele—what was on the body of the deceased Kara?" Su Fu recalled, "So it should be that the murderer left some clues on Kara's body and Adele saw it—she decided to take the blame for that person of?"

She sighed as she spoke, and walked forward with her head buried, but Sherlock suddenly stopped, and Su Fu bumped into his back unexpectedly.

The force and inertia were too great, and tears came out all at once. Su Fu rubbed his poor nose tearfully, and heard him say in a clear and deep voice: "I think——we found that 'lucky guy'."

Su Fu raised his head subconsciously, and bumped into a sprinkling of gorgeous colors in his field of vision—so fresh and bright, like a swipe of the world's most colorful ink, and also like a colorful and beautiful carpet.

It was a large tulip bush.

It looked like someone's garden, it was cultivated very carefully, the flower buds were full and big, like cups with rich colors.

"Whose house is this—" Su Fu murmured, and suddenly the words changed, "Adele's boyfriend?"

"Let's go and have a look..." Sherlock walked around the garden fence and arrived at the front door of the house. The nameplate of the mailbox said "Vicente", and Su Fu suddenly realized, "Jerry Weisen special?"

"It seems so..." Sherlock smiled aggressively, and knocked on the door of the family.

It was a 25-year-old young man who opened the door.

Short brown hair, blue eyes, a little handsome, because he was in a hurry to open the door, so he put on a coat casually, but his expression was a little sleepy.

Su Fu thinks this is the type that Adele might like, so - Jerry Vicente, 80.00% possibility.

This time, she stepped forward before Sherlock, smiled harmoniously, and said to Vicente: "Hi sir - my partner and I came here from London for a trip, is the tulip in the back planted by your family?" ? Can we take some photos in the flowers?"

"Yes,—of course," Vicente nodded, "Welcome to Bicester, come with me."

"Thank you very much," Su Fu squinted and smiled, pulling Sherlock to follow.

Vicente opened the fence gate of the garden, waved his hand and said, "Please, just be careful not to step on the flowers."

Sherlock was expressionless, as if he wanted to see what she could do, but Su Fu calmly opened his bag, and took out a camera from inside - a German Leica M2, the one she used most often.

Sherlock: "..."

"Here—be serious, don't ruin the picture." Su Fu handed him the camera, and stood in the middle of the flowers.

Sherlock continued to pick up the camera and took a picture of her with a blank expression.

Vicente smiled and said, "Excuse me, do you need a group photo? I think I can help..."

"Of course!" Su Fu said happily, "Thank you very much——"

She grabbed the camera in Sherlock's hand and handed it to Vicente, then pulled Sherlock over to her side, and whispered, "Smile and you won't die!"

Sherlock looked down at her, forced a perfunctory smirk, Su Fu rolled his eyes in secret, the camera flashed white light in Vicente's hand, and time was frozen as eternity.

Su Fu took the camera, and while adjusting it, said casually: "Sir, you are so warm and considerate, your girlfriend must like you very much, right?"

"Ah—" Vicente scratched his head and said embarrassedly, "I, I don't have a girlfriend..."

"Really?" Su Fu seemed very surprised, she raised her head and said, "I thought that an easy-going gentleman like you would have a lot of girls chasing after him."

Sherlock smiled inexplicably.

Su Fu put on the camera, then suddenly rummaged through the bag for a while, and finally said in frustration: "Oh my God - I think my keys must have been left at the police station, this damn interrogation, why can't we catch up with the good times? "

Sherlock's eyeballs moved, and she immediately picked up her words in the next second, with a complaining tone: "It's too bad - you are too careless, now we have to go back again, I don't want to see that mustache again Detective Jackson..."

"Interrogation?" Vicente didn't understand why, "What interrogation?"

"Oh," Su Fu squeezed out a forced smile, "I heard that a person died in the town, and the police station is looking for the murderer, and everyone who comes outside has to go through interrogation."

Vicente's face was a bit ugly, and the pain and entanglement in his eyes disappeared in a flash: "...No, haven't you already caught it?"

Su Fu raised his eyebrows indistinctly: "Really?"

"Of course—oh, I don't know very well," Vicente waved his hands impatiently, "How would I know such a thing..."

As he said, he locked the fence gate of the garden. Sherlock pulled Su Fu out and tripped over the fence for some reason. Vicente quickly reached out to support him. He paused for a moment, and then said, " Thank you" and dragged Su Fu away from Vicente's house.

"I want to ask him a few more questions—"

"There won't be any more information." Sherlock shook the collar of his coat, glanced at Su Fu, and said, "The murderer is not him, this guy is just a cowardly, incompetent and timid little boy—"

"Huh?" Su Fu pursed his lips, "Is he Adele's boyfriend?"

"Of course - Adele's boyfriend," Sherlock sneered, "Silly girl, she thought the murderer was that guy, because she saw Vicente's button on Carla's body, she thought it was him, regardless of the consequences Going to take the blame for him, and the scum says he doesn't have a girlfriend - I guess they didn't officially break up."

"Is the button actually recorded in the file?"

"On-site photos—any other manually recorded information will be distorted and unreliable."

"Oh," Su Fu nodded, "It is true that Vicente's coat is missing a button, but it can be concluded that he is not the murderer based on just one coat? Of course, if he is the murderer, he will definitely throw away the coat—— Now it seems that he either didn't know that his clothes buttons were left at the scene of the crime, or he wasn't afraid of the detectives finding him at all... well, the latter seems unlikely, after all, this person doesn't look that 'brave'. "

"He didn't know that the button on the coat was dropped at the scene of the crime, because he hadn't been to the scene, but the coat had been there-the smell of lavender aromatherapy remained on the coat, which was obviously washed by someone specially, and the aromatherapy smell It's only on the coat and not on his other clothes, which means he didn't wash it himself—"

"It's not Adele either," Su Fu interjected, "There is no trace of aromatherapy in her room."

Sherlock continued: "The coat was once lent out to a woman who had a crush on Vicente. She once wore that coat to participate in the killing of Kara, and accidentally left a button on the scene. Afterwards, she washed the clothes and returned them. to Vicente, but didn't notice the missing button—"

"They were together that night, the host of the party—Fernanda Oates?"

"Oates did have an alibi. According to her confession, her sister was drunk after the party because everyone else in the house was asleep, so Oates had to go out and buy her hangover medicine, but because the nearest The clinic is closed, and there is no taxi at night, so she can only walk to the town to buy it, and when she buys the medicine and she goes back, Iris has already taken the mobile phone." Sherlock said casually, and continued to walk forward.

"Ah?" Su Fu frowned, "Is she lying?"

"Maybe—" Sherlock stopped in his tracks, looked up at the sun shining through the cracks of a coconut tree, and complained, "What a boring and simple case—"

Su Fu asked, "What if the murderer is not Oates?"

Sherlock said: "It's not just her."

The author has something to say: ah... don't want to do anything, just like a salted fish, please call me salted fish.

When I get up, even I am afraid of myself.

In addition, yesterday's small red envelopes have been distributed, and the Spicy Chicken Jinjiang website has been drawing, and it took me a long time to get it right.

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