[Comprehensive] 221B's dead house girl

Myanmar.

Probably not in a government morgue.

Connie, Sherlock, and Molick entered the mortuary in a smear. The man on duty seemed to be absent, so Sherlock waited for a few minutes and came in directly. Those door locks were no problem for him.

Although Molik would often do things that disregarded the law because of the task, but he had never done it as confidently as Sherlock.

How should I put it, he has a sense of justice in everything he does.

With a "click", the lights in the whole room came on, and Connie felt a little dazzling, squinting her eyes and leaning behind Sherlock, feeling that there was a strong smell of formalin in the room.

Formalin, that is, formaldehyde solution, has many uses, and preserving corpses is one of them.

The irritating smell rushed into Connie's sensitive little nose. She frowned and covered her mouth and nose: "Do I need to use such a thick solution...It stinks..."

Molick smelled it too, but not as sensitively as Connie.It was Sherlock.As if nothing happened, he paced around the room slowly, taking a few breaths from time to time.

Finally stopped in the middle position.

"Bang bang." His index finger tapped on the door of the cupboard, which was where the corpses were stored.

Connie leaned forward to look at the name on the note: "Esper Nick. This is the dead husband." Moved to the left, Lilian Nick was written on the white note, and this was the wife .

The cabinet containing the bodies of the two people was right in the center. Connie was standing next to Sherlock, and seeing that he seemed to be about to open the cabinet, she quickly took a small step back, her head slightly retracted, and Morik walked up behind her. Just right behind her.

Connie: "..."

Connie took a step back, met Molick's suspicious gaze, and raised her hand: "You can take a closer look."

He didn't refuse, and calmly stepped forward with excitement.

The cabinet was opened, and the smell of formalin was even stronger.

"Oh my god, how much formalin did they use?" Connie covered her nose, sweating slightly because of the stuffy heat in the room.

#is rich#

#Build the mummy industry chain? #

"It's already too much. I think it's probably because they have a power outage here. In order to preserve the corpse, they increased the concentration of the formalin solution to prevent the corpse from decomposing. Otherwise, the cabinet should be frozen." Morik wrinkled Eyebrow, looked at the faces of the two and replied for a while.

"Power outage?" Connie was taken aback.

Morik nodded: "Yes, look, there is no refrigeration system in the cabinet, there must be something wrong, so the corpse can only be preserved manually."

Connie thought of those dead body cabinets in the TV series, and it seemed to be true.

"And it's been a week. The temperature has been rising these days. It is estimated that the corpse is also accelerating decay, so a high concentration of formalin was used."

Sherlock opened two cabinets, opened the white cloth and looked carefully, with a thoughtful look on his face. Connie nodded secretly to express her understanding when listening to Molick's words, and Sherlock opened the one on the left. cabinet.

"Johndoe. The body was delivered a month ago."

Connie and Morik were taken aback, looking at the corpse, wondering what Sherlock meant.

"Is he connected to this case?" Molick asked.

Connie saw the gray-brown corpse spots on the man's face, and when Sherlock lifted the white cloth, the corpse spots jumped into her eyes.

Her eyelids twitched and she looked at one of the two couples.

Both of them had corpse spots on their faces. The difference was that the corpse spots on the wife's face were purple-red, while those on the husband's face were the same as the unknown person's, gray-brown.

Another difference is that both the man and his wife had wounds on their necks—this was the cause of death given to them by the local police officer. They were wiped from their necks and bled to death.

"Is something wrong?" Morik asked.

"The plaques on this Anonymous face are the same as the plaques on Esper's face. They are both grayish brown, while the plaques on Lilian's face are purple." Connie replied, pulling away the few people beside her. The cabinets, a row of cabinets lined up together, are really awkward, but the lights are very bright, Connie didn't have much panic, and pulled away the white cloths one after another.

#Thank God these corpses are in good shape#

"What are you doing?" Molick followed Connie back and forth, not knowing why she was looking at these corpses.

Sherlock chuckled, "She's making a detailed comparison."

Molik was puzzled: "Compare? Why do you want to compare?"

"Because there was something wrong with the body." The cause of death was probably not the one the police deduced.

Connie stared at the corpses in silence, and then continued.

"Some of these corpses are two weeks old, and some just arrived a few days ago. The earliest is this unknown corpse."

One month.

Connie walked back to Esper's body, meeting Sherlock's eyes who were watching her quietly.

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"Tell me." There was joy in his eyes.

Even though he started it.

Connie looked at Sherlock comprehendingly, and understood the relief on his face that his daughter and apprentice were about to grow up, looked at Esper's face and said lightly: "I don't know what caused the gray-brown corpse spots , but the corpse spots after death of ordinary people should be dark red. Of course, this is the skin color of Asians... Different skin colors cause different corpse spots. Esper and his wife Lilian, since they are both Died at the hands of the same person, then the corpse spots on both of them should be the same color."

Molik looked over with her fingers, and saw the gray-brown corpse spots and dark red corpse spots.

Nodding heavily: "So there's something strange about it?"

#nonsense#

Connie paused, nodded and continued: "Looking at the other corpses, most of them are purple-red corpse spots. Of course, the depth of skin color is affected. In recent years, only this nameless corpse is the same as Esper."

"The same spot on the corpse doesn't mean the cause of death is the same." Molik retorted: "Besides, we don't know the cause of death of this unknown person at all."

"Don't worry." Connie pointed to Nameless's neck: "But this gentleman has no wounds on his body...he doesn't have the problem of excessive blood loss." After all, it has been a month, and he still looks very "full".

"Of course, maybe you can check it again. Another doubtful point is the time." Connie continued to speak while covering her nose.

The strong smell provoked her sense of smell, and she waved her hand. Just as Connie was about to speak, the overhead light suddenly went dark, and the whole room was suddenly plunged into darkness.

Connie froze for a moment, panic flashed in her eyes, and it was only for a moment.

In the next second, she forcibly regained her composure, but on the raised hand, there was another hand.

"Don't be afraid." Sherlock's scent floated over, and the distance between the two was very close.

#Connie has never been like this moment#

#So like the breath of nicotine#

Nodding subconsciously, Connie suddenly realized that Sherlock might not be able to see him, so she hummed heavily and took his slightly cold palm.