Sherlock Holmes' Neighborhood 221C

After coming out of the restaurant, Sherlock and Wu Zhen decided to go to the restaurant they used to eat in Chinatown.By the way, I contacted Sherlock's homeless people all over the Thames River, which is one of the important sources for Sherlock to obtain information.

The tramp smiled stiffly, stretched out his hand and said, "Sir, give me some money for tea."

Sherlock handed the change roll to the homeless man, and went to the next location with Wu Zhen.Behind them the tramp unfurls the change roll, with a white slip of paper tucked inside.

"These guys are my best intelligence agents, more effective than the Scotland Yard police. Let's just say they live in the sewers, in the underbelly of this city, everywhere, and there's never more than one or One group, they can show up anywhere to stalk anyone, and no one will ever feel like they're being watched just because a homeless person is around."

Sherlock's tramp was really efficient, and the next day was dark before dawn.Sherlock received the text message.Three photos were taken in succession without flash, only street lights illuminated in the photo, a woman with a blurred face in a suit and uniform with curly hair was taking off her shoes, because they were taken in succession, so only she took off her shoes and put them in Three acts between hands.

The bedroom was dark, Sherlock raised the corners of his mouth under the pale light of the mobile phone, and let out a long snort.He had expected that something would happen.

Sherlock dressed quickly, walked to the door in only 1 minute, walked downstairs with high frequency, knocked on the door of 221C, Wu Zhen stood at the door in pajamas with a confused face.

"Go change," Sherlock ordered. "Someone threw himself into the Thames."

Wu Zhen was shocked immediately, her nightdress can be worn out, and she doesn't need to change it, she put on her coat and small leather shoes and went out with Sherlock.

London is a city that never sleeps. When I went out, I reached out and stopped a car.

"Thames, hurry up."

The car starts, and the Thames is still a little away from 221B.Going out in a hurry and getting into the car, Wu Zhen had no time to ask: "How is that man?"

Sherlock pressed the phone and flipped the phone screen.A small car roared by outside the car window. There were few cars and people on the road, and the car drove extremely fast at night.

"I asked them to stop her when I went out." 'They' refers to homeless people taking pictures, and the price of stopping people is calculated separately.

Show Wu Zhen the photos on the phone.

A homeless man subdued a woman in a suit on the sand, gagged her mouth with an unknown piece of cloth, and another was taking pictures.Judging from the triple flash shots sent, she was struggling a lot, and the homeless man could hardly contain her.

"This is kidnapping." Wu Zhen said, of course, if not tied, the kidnapping case would turn into a murder case.

It has basically been confirmed as a murder case, but there is no evidence.For her, for Sherlock, it is a fun exploration to solve the case.

"Hurry up," Sherlock said to the taxi driver.

Perhaps it was because of the slightly weird conversation between them just now, when the taxi driver stepped on the gas pedal, the speed of the car was really much faster than before.

When we arrived at the location, the lampposts along the Thames River stood in a line along the river bank, and a string of lights were connected like pearls.A figure could be vaguely seen standing not far from the car where they got off, looking at the scenery, and three or five people passed by with arms crossed, shouting wildly, singing loudly and uttering words indistinctly.

They searched along the river bank, and found the place where the woman in the suit was tied up in the photo almost at a glance. The sand was sunken and chaotic, and a long dragging line extended. The line found the three people hiding in a relatively hidden corner.

When one of the two homeless men saw them, he waved his hand quickly, and when they approached, he said, "We finally stopped her, lest she struggle and knock her out." around. "We're well concealed."

Well, he and she found where they were with almost no effort.

Sherlock took a step forward with a blank expression, stretched out his hand to open the woman's eyelids, turned on the light of the mobile phone to look at her pupils, turned off the light of the mobile phone, and praised: "Not bad." He took out the money from his suit pocket and put it in the homeless man's eyes. hand, and then waved that they could go.

Wu Zhen squatted down to check what was on the woman.Not to mention, she was a little nervous doing this in the middle of the night, and this was the first time in her life.

Wu Zhen was very calm on the surface, his palms were constantly sweating, half excited and half nervous.

Sherlock glanced at her and said, "Interesting, isn't it?"

Wu Zhen's eyes shone faintly, and he said a heavy "hm." and took a deep breath.

"I don't have any documents." Wu Zhen pulled the woman's collar away, then took the woman's hand, and looked carefully at her phalanx. "The little finger has sunburn from the ring, which is very deep, and there is also the sunburn from the necklace on the neck, which is not deep. Sherlock, come and take a look." Wu Zhen was afraid that she might not be careful, so let a professional do the job.

Sherlock had seen it through long ago, put his hands in his pockets, and said casually: "She was married, the marriage was not smooth, she may have been divorced a year or two ago, and she has a child. An office typist, the salary is not high, but her The consumption level is not low, and it is likely to encounter a loan crisis. I have been in and out of the hospital recently, and I have health problems."

In front of Wu Zhen, Sherlock has never been prepared to be humble.So after talking about all the doubts, I directly asked proudly: "How?"

"Sherlock, do you need me to tell you?" Wu Zhen stood up and looked at him with a smile.

It's all said and done.

Sherlock looked calm and happy, and said, "Call Lestrade, if someone finds out, we'll have to go find him."

......

It was common for Lestrade to be woken up by a phone call in the middle of the night, and he was used to staying up late to keep an eye on him in the third shift.With a strong nasal voice, he asked: "Who?" Then he propped his eyelids and glanced at the phone screen, "Really, what's the matter?"

"Someone threw himself into the Thames."

"What? Where? The Thames?" Lestrade raised his voice an octave. "You wait, I'll be right there, is Sherlock by your side?"

"Yes."

"You wait for me. I'll be here in a moment."

......

Wu Zhen and Sherlock were by the river at night, with the night wind blowing, their hair fluttering and touching their cheeks lightly.

"What a beautiful scene." Wu Zhen pinned her hair to her ears, turned around and glanced at the bound woman lying flat on the river bank, and asked with concern, "Why hasn't she woke up yet?"

The back of the neck is very fragile, it connects the brain and the spine, and there are many nerve bundles. After being hit, a strong nerve current will be generated to impact the brain, causing people to faint.This is the reason why the posture in the TV and movies is full, and people faint when they chop the back of the neck.Some people chop the back of the neck and their hands are too heavy to measure. Once the chop is made, the person is prone to shock and death.She checked for her, and there was nothing wrong, but she was still afraid that she might not be good at medicine, after all, her major is psychology.

Wu Zhen was really worried.

If others didn't commit suicide, they were killed by him, and she could be regarded as an accomplice upon careful investigation.

Sherlock affirmed: "She's just fainted."

"Oh." Sherlock felt relieved.

Lestrade's speed was still very fast, but within ten minutes, several police cars flashed two-color lights and roared to the Thames River. The police got out of the cars, loaded the woman into the car according to the instructions, and sent them to the police station.

"When will the arrest warrant be issued?" Lestrade asked a little assistant next to him.

"No one is working in the police station now, and there will probably be...well, I don't know."

"Have you investigated the people who died before?" Sherlock asked.

"I sent you all their information." Lestrade replied.

"I want access to their room to investigate some things."

"But......"

"Four, Gerry! They won't stop, and more will die. Here's the problem. We don't know what they're dying for right now. You have to give me permission."

"My name is Gray." Lestrade couldn't stop touching his nose.

"What?" Sherlock asked.

"Pronounced differently."

"Yeah." Sherlock pursed his lips.

Lestrade said, "Okay, I'll apply for you, it may take a little longer."

The other end of the police car waved to indicate that Lestrade was leaving, and Lestrade said, "Goodbye."

Watching the police cars come and go in a hurry, it was too late and there was no one around.Only Sherlock and Uganda were left on the banks of the Thames.

Wu Zhen yawned, rubbed his eyes, wiped out some tears, twirled the tears with his fingers, and wiped the hem of the skirt casually by flicking the skirt.

"What are your plans next?"

"You can't get a taxi here." Sherlock looked around.

It was late at night, and it was a relatively remote place by the Thames River. If there were no homeless people watching this area, it would be hard to find people committing suicide.

The first body came to the surface when it was time, and so did the second, and the third was found by washing up to the river.The next fourth person did not turn her into a "fourth person".

"Wait for the next morning."

Wu Zhen and Sherlock walked back along the river bank. When they got to a bustling street, they finally got a taxi and went all the way back to 221B. When they got off the bus, Sherlock gently pushed Wu Zhen awake. Dimly bright.

"You're drooling." Sherlock pointed at Wu Zhen's chin.

"What?" Wu Zhen hurriedly rubbed his chin around.No.

Sherlock laughed like a joke.

Wu Zhen got out of the car angrily, and opened the door of 221C. When he wanted to close the door, Sherlock blocked it with his hand, and the door couldn't be closed.

"Good night." Sherlock looked at Wu Zhen.

Wu Zhen thought for a while and replied, "Good morning."