[Comprehensive] Please call me Miss Holmes

Although she has seen many ghosts, this is the first time Circe has seen such a ghost. The dead Mr. Barry sat opposite her, and seemed to be very curious about the state of his soul. He held his head in both hands and pulled it hard. , the neck was pulled longer, so he became more interested, pulling and pulling on himself with both hands, and he changed from a big fat man to a thin man in a short while, but the excess meat was all taken by himself. Moved to the back, his body is now more than twice the size of a normal person.

Circe felt that her patience had reached its limit. She pulled out her phone and started playing, trying to focus on the phone, but some ghosts are inherently annoying, and Mr. Barry seemed to have had enough of himself. Now He stared at the girl opposite with interest, rubbing his body on the sofa, and after a while, he went straight across the reception table and rubbed in front of Circe. Circe blinked hard, still pretending not to see him .

However, some ghosts will not die if they don't die. Mr. Barry is almost lying on Circe's phone, and he even reached out to pull Circe's hair. Now he really can't bear it.Circe stood up quickly, took out his wand, and tapped Mr. Barley on the head with a "bang", then walked around the sofa to the window, as if looking at the scenery.Mr. Bale was almost knocked out. He thought that if he became a ghost, no one could do anything to him?It turns out that humans can still hurt him!The new ghost Mr. Bale sat back on the sofa in distress, the flesh on his face wrinkled together.Circe still looked at the scenery seriously, as if she had never done anything.

The police arrived soon, and it was the Dwizee detective that Circe knew, and now he was the detective. Behind him was a young man with a notepad in his hand and a nervous look on his face. Circe heard Inspector Dwize called him Lestrade.

The detectives quickly went to work, and the first person called for questioning was Dr. Turley;

"What's the name of the deceased?" Lestrade nervously recalled Scotland Yard's beginner's manual, which recorded the basic sequence of questions.

More nervous than him was Dr. Turley, whose hands were still shaking. "Barley Sington, Sergeant."

"gender?"

"Um...uh...man, no doubt, officer,"

"Okay, rookie! Get out of the way," Inspector Dwize came back after asking the maid, and the two nervous, dying people in front of him were wasting time.

"When was the deceased discovered?" Inspector Dwize cut directly to the point,

"Mr. Barley asks the maid to bring him a cup of tea early in the morning, er... about seven o'clock, when the maid walked in, he was already hanging in the middle of the house. He tied a rope to the house. On the chandelier, he jumped from a chair and hanged himself."

"That would be suicide," put in Lestrade.

"Oh, what a fool would think it was a suicide. Obviously, this is a homicide." Sherlock walked in, completely ignoring Lestrade, and went straight to Inspector Dwize,

"Ah, Sherlock, long time no see," the inspector said kindly, "I'm glad to meet you." As for the two sons of the Sherlock family, the older one had heard of his deeds even in Scotland Yard, and the younger one This one also often appears at murder scenes.There was also the weird kidnapping case back then. Although he still doesn't know what the two brothers did back then, it was clear that the attitude of those kidnappers had shown their methods to some extent.

"Good morning, Inspector," Sherlock replied, "I'm sure you don't think I'm the criminal who broke into the house, do you? Have you heard anything about the circumstances leading up to this case?"

"Yes, I've heard some."

"What's your opinion?"

"As far as I can see, the man has been frightened out of his wits. You see, he has slept in this bed for a long time, and there are deep indentations. Suicides usually occur around five o'clock in the morning. This is about It's time for him to hang himself. It appears he did so after much deliberation."

"Have you noticed anything unusual in the house?" Sherlock asked.

"Found a screwdriver and some screws on the sink. Also found that he seemed to have smoked a lot during the night."

"Ha!" said Sherlock, "did you find his cigar-holder?"

"No, I didn't see it."

"That's the point, Inspector, two cigarettes were smoked in the mouthpiece and two were not," Sherlock said. This was not suicide, Inspector, this was a brutally well-planned murder. "

"Impossible!" cried Lestrade. "Why should a man commit murder in such a stupid way as by hanging? How did they get in here?"

Still ignoring him, Sherlock walked to the door, turned the lock, and checked the lock methodically.Then he took the key from the back of the door and examined it too.Then he checked the bed, the carpet, the chair, the dead body and the ropes in turn.At last he expressed his satisfaction, and with the help of Inspector Dwiese, cut the rope, and laid Mr. Barley's body on the ground, and covered it with a sheet.

"What's with this rope?" Sherlock asked.

"It was cut from here," said Dr. Turley, drawing a large coil of rope from under the bed. "He was very afraid of fire, and always kept it so that if the stairs burned, he could escape through the window." go out."

"This thing has saved the murderers a lot of trouble," Sherlock said thoughtfully, "Yes, the case is very clear, I suggest you investigate Mr. Barley-Sington himself, it will help You work, Mr. Detective, don't just guess with your stupid brain." Lestrade's face flushed.

"Ah, the circumstances of what happened are clear. There are three people involved: the young man, the old man and the third. The first two, needless to say, are the man pretending to be a Russian nobleman and his son. They are Let in by an accomplice in the house. Better arrest the young man at the door, who, as far as I understand, has only recently joined your clinic, doctor."

"The little fellow has been lost," said Dr. Turley. "The maid and the cook were looking for him just now."

Sherlock shrugged, "Forget it, his role in this play is not unimportant, these three people went up the stairs on tiptoe, the old man walked in front, the young man walked in the middle, and the man of unknown origin walked up the stairs. The people walking behind... Well, as for the footprints on the footprints, there is no doubt. I can make out their footprints last night. Then they went upstairs to the door of Barley-Sington, They found the door locked. However, he used a wire to turn the key inside. Look at the scratch on the keyway."

"They went inside and gagged Mr. Barley-Sington. The walls are so thick here that it is conceivable that if he had the possibility to shout once or twice, his cries for help would not be heard."

"Obviously, after they had him settled, there was a discussion, which might have been of a prosecuting nature. It must have gone on for quite some time. For it was during this time that they smoked these cigars. The old man sat in the wicker chair, smoking with a cigar holder. The young man sat at a distance, knocking the ashes on the opposite side of the wardrobe. A third paced up and down the room. Finally, they went to Grab Barley Sington and hang him. They brought some kind of pulley with them for the gallows. That screwdriver and those screws are for the gallows pulley. However, they saw the hook on the chandelier, Naturally it saved them a lot of trouble. When they were done, they ran away, and their accomplices followed and locked the door."

All listened with great interest to Sherlock's outline of the case, which he deduced from the slightest hint.

"Is there any news now? Inspector, about the true identity of Mr. Barley."

"The so-called Barley Sington and his nemesis, the names of these three men are Biddle, Hayward and Moffat. They robbed the bank as a partner 20 years ago," the Inspector read. coming news. "That's them," said Sherlock. "The great bank robbery 20 years ago. The thieves got away with seven thousand pounds. Barley Sington, also called Barton, betrayed his partner and fled with the money. The other three were each sentenced to 20 years in prison. The other day they were released years early."

The truth of the incident finally came to light. After what happened, no one was in the mood to have lunch. Dr. Terry went to comfort other patients who lived here for long-term treatment. Victor accompanied Sherlock back to the original living room.

Circe was still in the room, watching Victor go straight to the sofa where Mr. Barley's ghost was and sat down.Mr. Barley also looked surprised, he stretched his neck longer, and then wrapped around Victor's body.

Circe: ..........

"Where do you think the seven thousand pounds will be?" Victor, who didn't know anything, looked yearning, "If only I could find it."

Sherlock gave him a blank look, then looked at Circe, "Can you know?"

Victor didn't know why, but when he saw Sherlock's well-behaved sister pointing in his direction, "It's there!" He immediately felt creepy.

"Oh! Little girl, so you can see me," Ba Lai stretched out his head excitedly, "I told you earlier! The money is in a very secret place, even if you are cute, I wouldn't tell you !"

Circe silently took out the wand, Barley saw the strange little stick appeared again, and immediately shrank his head in fear of death, "It's hidden in the cemetery I bought, don't hit it! Circe was speechless, I don't know how such a person robbed the bank.

After parting ways with Victor, Sherlock texts Detective Dewiese to tell him where the money is.After a while, I received a reply: the fugitive prisoner died in a car accident on the way.The prosecution against the newly recruited young man cannot be established due to insufficient evidence.The case passed without incident.

On the way home, Circe kept a straight face all the way, and Sherlock thought he had offended her. Circe looked at Sherlock enviously, based on the principle of empathy.He took out a bottle of potion from somewhere, and handed it to Sherlock, beckoning him to drink it.As a result, with a scream, the driver was so frightened that he almost lost the steering wheel.

In the back seat of the cab, between Circe and Sherlock, sat the dead Mr. Barley with the cheek to hum and play with his head.Since he had at least told where the money was hidden, Circe didn't have the nerve to drive him out of the car.So there was another member of the Holmes family, the former bank robber: Barton, full name: Barton Scott Moriarty.

The author has something to say:

Thanks for the name support of Slow Kiss, it has helped me a lot

Please don’t mind the part about Moriarty’s father, because part of the background of this article comes from "Sherlock", and part of it is purely fictional. It has long been separated from Conan Doyle’s original work by a world! La!

Don't be angry, Conan, old man!It is not worth crawling from the grave for such a stupid author!Don't come to me at night! ! !