[Comprehensive] 221B's dead house girl

Bruce sighed, and didn't know how to comfort Connie. This world is not only full of good intentions, but there are many evils that cannot be explained by good intentions.

God knows, he thought his young master was already weird enough.

However, he is not a young man who has not seen the world.

After all, in the eighty years he has lived, he has also heard of many perverted killers, although they are not as horrifying as the ones that directly saw the scene of the crime...

Connie didn't grieve for long, either.

After Shylock asked Jasmine, he called her over, formed a circle around the four people, and asked her a very strange question.

"How many times have you read that book?"

Connie froze for a moment and thought about it.

Books or something... "What book?"

Has he asked her to read recently?

"Lyrics for World Ro'Roll." He glanced at the memory palace, the cover of the book clearly appeared in his mind, and quickly turned to the page he wanted.

And on the white and yellowed page, there were two large characters written at this time.

Everything fits together.

Even the corpse in the main house was no coincidence.

Connie was completely stunned, she hadn't thought of what was going on in Sherlock's mind right now.

#Although her brain hole ability occasionally breaks through the sky against the sky#

#But there must be a stalk of Lenovo#

#CentralParkMurder and her pastime books? #

#It’s not that she can encounter clues to the murder case just by reading this book#

After thinking about it, Connie estimated: "I'm not sure how many pages it is, but I should have read halfway through."

More than half.

Sherlock blinked, and a number came to mind.

1531.

And 459 pages are in "more than half."

"Look at the crime scene, what do you think?"

After roughly clarifying the murderer's method of committing the crime, Sherlock did not communicate with the London Police Department immediately - after all, the group of little sheep might still be crowded at the gate of the sheep farm and did not leave.

As the inspector, Lestrade had already shown off his police badge to disperse the crowd so as not to damage the scene.

Connie didn't notice the words "crime scene". Sherlock asked her what she thought, but of course it was impossible to just ask for "thoughts".

So, she started staring at the four dead people and started looking for clues.

At the same time, Sherlock's eyes swept across the crowd, and everyone was reasoned in his mind at a very fast speed and with a lot of details.

The murderer should be among them at this time.

But he could see the method of committing the crime, but he couldn't get clues about the murderer from the corpse.

This is a calm and meticulous madman.

These two cases are provocations and reminders.

Sherlock was faintly excited, this was a close game.

Games like this are fun to play.

Connie couldn't think of any connection, so she could only stare at the faces of those people, trying to find some clues.

Or rather, common ground.

However, looking at it this way, she really saw something in common.

Connie squatted in front of the male master, staring at his face, and found that his smile belonged to the kind of faint... because when she just glanced over, although there was a smile on this man's face, it seemed It looked more like it was before it was about to smile.

It seemed as if he was going to laugh out loud in the next second, but before the smile was released, the stop button was pressed on everything.

This is a very strange thing.

He was dead, even his body was cold and stiff, but everything seemed to be stopped, like magic.

But looking closer, the corners of his mouth are really raised—although the arc is not too big.

What made Connie realize something was wrong was that when the words "Mona Lisa's smile" came to her mind, she suddenly cast her eyes on the wife and stayed there.

The man's wife, the curvature of her mouth is the same as the man's, the kind of smile that seems to be there - just like the Mona Lisa.

After looking carefully at the four people one by one, Connie's eyes became even more frightening.

"What?" Sherlock has been patiently watching her come to a conclusion.

Connie pointed to the family of four: "The smiles on their faces... are almost exactly the same."

"No, it should be exactly the same." She paused and swallowed her saliva: "It looks like the smile of Mona Lisa, it's too weird."

After four corners of the mouth, the comparison found that it was indeed the same.

The slightly raised arc of the lips is all 15 degrees. What's more, the distribution of facial muscles of the four people is also very similar.

This is a huge project.

"It seems that this is still a smart lunatic."

He pondered for a while, then turned to look at the intersection, where police cars had already stopped one after another.

Many journalists also arrived at the same time.

With a flash in Sherlock's eyes, he looked at the reporters rushing towards him, and the expressions on his face all revealed the expression of certainty.

But the problem is that 7 minutes have passed since the police were called, and it takes 10 minutes to take a taxi to the nearest newspaper office.

While Sherlock was looking at his watch, Connie also saw people from the police station, and the leader was Pauline, which made her frown.

Then he retreated behind Sherlock.

"Sherlock, are you optimistic?"

"?"

"Didn't the police come? How much will it destroy the scene?"

A smile flashed in Sherlock's eyes, he rubbed the top of Connie's hair lightly, and said in a gentle voice, "It's all over."

And in this case, the police will not draw any conclusions, because even he cannot accurately determine what kind of person it is-at least from the appearance.

Connie's discovery just now added a very good argument to his reasoning.

The two stood quietly at the side, and Pauline rushed over in a hurry, and saw Sherlock and Connie standing next to the corpse at a glance, and she couldn't help but sarcasm flashed in her eyes.

"Hmph, what a disaster, murders can happen wherever you are." She glanced at the four dead people sitting there, and the first thought in her heart was bad luck.

Incompetent people can always blame others, which is a natural skill for some people.

Connie was not in a good mood when she saw Pauline. She didn't like Pauline. The last time she met her at Holmes' house, she was in a very bad mood.

It's rare to go out for a picnic today, but encountered a murder case involving a family of four. Although it's not painful, it's not a very beautiful mood.

But she didn't take the initiative to provoke Pauline, on the contrary, she looked down on her. Not only that, but the words made her even more angry.

She glared at Pauline: "Miss, since you are a Scotland Yard policeman and not a sheep, please speak up, or your book will be for nothing!"

What does it mean that wherever Sherlock is, there will be murders?

#火星Your sister! #

Connie rushed into the ears of several people around with angry words, and even the male police officers behind Pauline paused, looked at each other and did not speak.

Pauline was already troubled by the fact that the murder took place in Central Park.

God knows what will happen to those fly-like reporters if they find out!

Her workload has to increase again!

She even complained about how this case had to happen in the eyes of so many people.

The murderer is simply full!

Connie didn't know what was going on in her mind, but just looking at her heavy makeup and the strong smell of perfume rushing towards her face, she knew that this person not only had a bad heart, but also splattered his mouth very much.

Otherwise, her three views will probably be shattered again.

"The police are handling the case. Anyone who has nothing to do with it should go away immediately and don't destroy the scene of the crime."

Almost instantly, Pauline directed the people behind her to step forward, and the four sitting people were pushed down to the ground at once.

Connie looked at the policemen who did not hesitate to attack in surprise. Are these people rookies?

I made people lie flat without even looking at them. I'm really not afraid of destroying the clues!

She stared dumbfounded at the actions of these people.

Lestrade brought Jasmine over at this time, and she had calmed down a lot at this time, thinking that she was surprised when she suddenly found out that a family of four had died in broad daylight.

Pauline's attitude was okay when she saw Jasmine, but she still had a commanding tone: "Are you there, Jasmine? That's just right, let's take a look at the body, maybe there may be clues, but she is not at the police station today..." Ke Kexili Appearing in front of her suddenly, Pauline paused.

She glanced at the few people present, and her voice was surprised: "They are all there?" She scanned the several people present one by one, and she knew all the others except Bruce.

He raised his eyebrows: "So you guys had a picnic here together..."

Pauline walked to the corpse and looked at it for a while, frowning deeply.Ke Kexili also stepped forward, and the two discussed for a while, but still did not reach a conclusion.

"The specific cause of death needs to be dissected in the laboratory. There are no obvious wounds on the outside of the body. It is preliminarily inferred that it is an internal injury. As for what it is, further examination is required." Jasmine's conclusion is consistent with Hoh Xil's conclusion. Pauline nodded and told the police to bring the body back to the police station.

Lestrade couldn't make it through his wife sent her away first.

Pauline faced the reporters present.

Ke Kexili and Jasmine went back in the police car, and Sherlock, Bruce, and Connie McCoff who stayed where they were were also boarded the car and went home.

Pauline also arranged for the police to be questioned, but obviously Sherlock would not like her, and Mycroft would not like her.

#Dare to bully my brother#

#Destroy this arrogant cow in minutes! #

Before they got into the car, they heard Pauline talking in the circle of reporters as they passed behind her.

"The initial cause of death has been determined to be poisoning. The specific case will be reported to the reporters later. I speak on behalf of the Metropolitan Police Department. The nature of this incident is bad. We will never let any murderer go..."

At that time, Sherlock's sneer was really the truest portrayal in the hearts of the three of Connie.

"Poisoning? She is really confident." Connie felt uncomfortable seeing her beautiful face.

Although it is said that the four of them have seen a lot, but what the hell is she looking like she is about to walk on the red carpet.

"Stupid people have stupid luck." Bruce said with a smile.

The eyes that looked at Pauline were not very friendly.

At least he didn't hear Pauline's catastrophe just now, otherwise he might have rushed to fight her desperately at this time.

Connie nodded: "Why don't you solve Sherlock's case this time by yourself and stop cooperating with Scotland Yard. This Pauline is really terrible, I really can't see it..."

Thinking of how many times Pauline uttered harsh words when she was present, she might have encountered them in the police station, and she didn't know how to say harsh words to Sherlock, thinking about it made her angry.

Turning into a spinach player in her heart, Connie was like a carp, imagining picking up a cow with long golden hair and beating it upside down.

Immediately felt much better.

The author has something to say: