[Comprehensive British and American] The male god takes home

"You are a doctor, a military doctor to be precise."

"Yes."

"Did you do well?"

"very good."

"Then you must have seen many wounds."

"No more."

"Want to see more?"

Watson realized what this mysterious roommate wanted to do, he was a little excited, and tried to struggle for the last time: "The police will not allow private detectives to assist in the investigation."

"I'm not an ordinary detective." Sherlock's reserved expression was miraculously synchronized with the sesame paste on the armrest of the sofa, "I'm the only consulting detective in the world."

"Well, that's awesome. The career you created is indeed the only one of its kind." Gu Yan who pushed the door and entered mercilessly retorted.

Xia Sansui, who had just been harassed by text messages before, blinked her beautiful blue-gray eyes, and chose to change the subject, "You were surprised when I asked you whether Afghanistan or Iraq was yesterday."

"Yes, how do you know that."

"I don't know, I just observed it. Your hairstyle and standing posture show that you are from the military. You describe Butts Hospital with the passage of time, which means that you were trained here, so you are a military doctor. Your face and hands are tanned, above the wrists and neck. No tanning means that returning from a high-sunshine country is not sunbathing. War wounds plus tanning means Iraq or Afghanistan. It is obvious."

"Then how are you sure..." As Watson said, he looked at Gu Yan who was aside, and the problem was obvious.

"Some of your grammar and use of words have the language habits of the Afghan region, although there are not many. It is obvious that you have been there for a long time." Gu Yan added, gesturing.

"Similar to London and Scotland, there are differences in accents and words. As for mental illness, you insist on maintaining a military posture even though your legs and feet are inconvenient. When you came out of the elevator to our laboratory yesterday, you took the first few steps. Urgent, obviously closed environment gives you anxiety, typical post-war anxiety. In this case, as long as our British Empire has a little conscience, it will definitely arrange a counselor for you.”

"From your mobile phone, you can see more..." The three sat in a taxi heading to the scene of the crime, and Sherlock continued his performance, a series of reasoning about Watson and his brother Harry The poor doctor's head hurts.

Alcoholism, divorce, cheating.

"This is really, amazing." The silly white sweet little military doctor praised.

"You really think so? They don't usually say that." Sherlock was beginning to like his new roommate a little.

"Then what do they usually say?"

Sherlock was full of pride: "Go away."

"There were four suicides by poisoning, and the results of the first three toxicology tests were the same. What a wonderful coincidence." Gu Yan looked through the hacked police files on his phone and sorted out the valid information.As a serial murder, its case relevance is too little.There is no obvious similarity in terms of race, hair color, eye color, occupation, and gender, but they have a different obsession with killing methods.

Killing with poison - without a strong sense of control - the murderer's skill and strength are not obvious, or even weak

【Suburban house】

"I can give you 2 minutes." Lestrade compromised and let all three people enter the scene, trying to restrain Sherlock with his police authority.

"Maybe it will take longer."

Lestrade pretended not to hear with experience: "According to the credit card, the name of the deceased is Jennifer Wilson. We are checking her contact number through the credit card."

Walking into the room on the top floor, there is a female corpse in a pink windbreaker lying on the ground.

Biological suffocation poisons. Drugs, the onset of toxicity is fast, and immediately falling to the ground will not be this posture—deliberately adjusting the corpse to face down—with feelings of judgment or God?

Several cases where bodies were found early in the morning - before the trash was removed - so there was a regular job during the day and a crime at night

Every body dump site is rare - familiar with the map of London - lived for at least ten years, and needs to travel to various streets and alleys for work - maintenance workers, drivers, door-to-door sales, express delivery

"Shut up." Sherlock suddenly said, interrupting Gu Yan's profile thoughts.

"What? I didn't say anything." Lestrade was a little dazed.

"You're thinking, it's annoying." Sherlock walked slowly to the side of the corpse, and entered messages one by one into his brain.

Rache - German, revenge.No, it's not - Rachel, name

Coat - wet back, lower collar - within a few hours, rain - umbrella not in use

-with strong wind

Jewelry is clean - ring, dirty - inner wall is clean, often removed - worn out, used for ten years - unhappily married, having an affair

"Say something, Dr. Watson." Sherlock, the double-standard dog who had just shut up the sheriff, stood up and began to press again, and the on-site investigation came to an end.

"There's a whole team of professionals out there, why do you..."

"The murderer is a German, Rache is in German..."

Lestrade and forensic doctor Anderson obviously didn't like their professional authority being trampled on like this, and began to speak actively.

"Okay, thank you for your friendship and participating in Anderson." Sherlock didn't care what they were thinking, and closed the door and dismissed the legal forensic doctor perfunctorily, "Now, Dr. Watson?"

"I thought I was just here to share the rent with you?"

"Oh, come on, this is much more interesting."

"Interesting? A woman died here."

"Perfect analysis, though I wish I could go deeper."

Sensing the insistence of his roommate, Watson moved his inconvenient right leg, knelt next to the corpse and sniffed it closely: "Asphyxiation death, death caused by vomit blocking the airway, it may be caused by epilepsy, or it may be caused by drugs." .”

"You've read the newspaper." Sherlock was a little disappointed by the overly conventional thinking, and turned his head to his girlfriend, "My dear?"

"Remember me now?" Gu Yan, who was fished out without dinner, tapped on his phone, trying to find the connection between several victims from social platforms and some online shopping records.

[God, still angry?A woman's emotional system really directly affects the logical system]

Sherlock skillfully took out a hazelnut sandwich chocolate ball from the pocket of his windbreaker, and threw it over.

"The murderer is a white male who has a stable job during the day. He usually speaks politely. He is familiar with many remote addresses and knows when no one is there. His occupation is a maintenance worker, driver, door-to-door salesman, and express delivery. The possibility is very high." Gu Yan said There is a lot of information in the conclusion that there is no cause and effect, but due to the lack of character connection with the victim, the scope is still very large.

Seeing Sherlock who was squatting on the ground and lost in a new round of contemplation, but never giving any clues, Lestrade had no choice but to say, "It's been two minutes, Sherlock, tell me what you know."

"The deceased was 30-35 years old, a professional woman, from a pink expensive suit, a media worker. I just arrived from Cardiff today and planned to stay in London overnight. You can tell by the size of her suitcase. She is married At least 10 years, but the relationship is not happy, and there is a lover." Sherlock looked around as if looking for something.

"Just keep making it up." Lestrade also knew how to trick Sherlock into saying a few more words.

Using his foul speaking speed, Sherlock forcibly poured a large amount of reasoning into the poor little brains of Watson and Lestrade who were at a loss the whole time.There is a dean-like compassion throughout the whole process.

"So, where's the suitcase?"

Lestrade stood aside with arms folded, looking at Sherlock who was circling the room in excitement: "But there is no suitcase at all."

"Say it again."

"Detective, there are no boxes at all. So?"

"This is by no means suicide, it's homicide, serial killing. Serial killers, I love them. They always make people have all kinds of expectations." Sherlock dragged his girlfriend down the stairs excitedly, "He must have a car, The box was left on the car."

"And a gun." Gu Yan made a gesture of pointing the gun at Sherlock's head, "You have to be able to make people take poison."

Watson leaned on the railing of the stairs and shouted downstairs: "It's also possible that she left the box in the hotel, and then come here."

"Impossible, look at her hair. Her color scheme, lip gloss, shoes, clothing, nails. She wouldn't leave the hotel with her hair messed up. Remember to investigate the deceased's family, friends, and find Rachel." Calculated Sherlock quickly planned the search route for the two of them when the garbage truck arrived and the road conditions, and disappeared from the sheriff's sight at the last second after speaking.

Being dragged to a trash can tens of meters away, Gu Yan felt the blood vessels in his temples throbbing violently. The five senses that are different from ordinary people multiplied the wonderful taste here.

Sherlock took off his coat, wrapped his girlfriend tightly, helped her to pull out her long hair from the collar and smoothed it out, then kissed and walked towards the four or five trash cans piled up on one side: "luckykiss"

The men's woolen coat is very heavy. Wearing it on this far from cold night, it is really heavy and a little overheating.

Like an overly tight hug, kind of hot.

Gu Yan took out another chocolate ball from the big detective's pocket and gnawed on it. Amid the heavy feeling on his shoulders and the silky and slightly bitter taste in his mouth, he quietly raised the corners of his mouth and hummed an unknown country tune.

The author has something to say:

【Small Theater 1】

donovan: who is this man

Xia Dangdang: My colleague, John Watson

Donovan: People like you have colleagues

Xia Dangdang: People like me even have stable sexual partners, but you only have fools like Anderson

Emmmmm, it’s hard for you to make your girlfriend so scientific and academic

My boyfriend is not frigid

Will he seriously watch pornographic films to learn knowledge [Sudden Excitement.jpg]

【Small Theater 2】

The three of them walked towards the cordon and continued the warm-up reasoning about the relationship between Watson's family in the car

Xia Dangdang: Is there anything wrong with my reasoning?

Gu Yan: Harry is the older sister

Watson: That's right, Harry is Harry's nickname

Xia Dangdang: Sister!What am I missing, perfume?Phone style? ...

Gu Yan: Well, we just exchanged social accounts.You know, there are pictures.In fact, there were many photos of the two of them on FB in the early years

Xia Dangdang: Damn it.I know, there's always something wrong

Gu Yan continued to press: he touched his sister's FB along the way, and he could see many photos of bars, and... all kinds of girls.Emotions are really confusing

Xia Dangdang: Terrible Cyber ​​Security Awareness

Gu Yan and Juan Juan's reasoning methods and directions are different. Without the cheating before, what Gu Yan really learned is the method taught by BAU.Moreover, if the two methods are the same, there is nothing to watch.

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