[Comprehensive] 221B's dead house girl

"How is it? Do you have a clue?" Ke Kexili held the record book and had already inspected all the corpses.

Connie came back from her daze and looked at the six corpses with dull eyes.

"Where's Sherlock?"

"He was doing some examinations on the corpses in the morgue." Coco pointed in a direction.

an examination……

Putting down her curled feet, Connie stood up, suddenly feeling numbness in her feet.

"Then I'll go and see him..." No matter what his so-called inspection was, it was better than the six large corpses.

God knows how emetic the smell of formalin is.

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Arriving at the mortuary along the direction that Ke Ke pointed, her height just passed the passing line, so she saw Sherlock Holmes waving a bullwhip inside the door as she wished.

"The boundless end of the world is my love...Look at the man with the horse..." Subconsciously humming the Divine Comedy from Hometown, following Sherlock's swaying posture, the melody is quite harmonious.

inside the door.

Slightly out of breath, Sherlock finished whipping the fifth corpse, wrote a few words on the report, and handed it to Jasmine who was standing by.

"Give me the bruises on the body in half an hour."

Speaking of which, having these few unknown corpses from the morgue as experimental subjects saved him a lot of trouble, and it is not impossible to consider Keke's request.

After putting away the whip, he straightened his collar, put on his overcoat, and was about to go upstairs to check on Connie's condition. When he turned around, he saw her standing outside the door, seemingly watching for a while.

He stepped forward and opened the door.

"Finished?"

"……not yet."

"Why?" According to my guess, your IQ should be able to do this kind of thing well.

"..." You really think highly of me...

In Jasmine's eyes, the silent conversation was severe criticism.

"Sherlock, she's just a child, you shouldn't be so strict with her." Jasmine persuaded, and gave Connie a comforting smile.

severe?So Sherlock was criticizing her just now?

Connie tilted her head, thinking she might have made a mistake.

"I didn't criticize her." He seemed to have become indifferent, his slender hands were in his pockets and he never took them out.

There was silence.

"It's just Connie, you're not thinking. Thinking. Learn to think," he repeated, walking up the stairs to the upper floor.

Ha ha.

Connie smiled stiffly, and greeted Jasmine's distressed comfort: "Don't be sad, Sherlock is just..."

hehe.A girl who can't stop talking.

By the time Connie went upstairs, the six bodies had obviously been tampered with.

"It was done so quickly?" Jasmine glanced in surprise, and found that all the original positions had been moved.

In other words, none of the original placements were correct.

"Sherlock, you're really smart. Can you tell me how you judged it?" Ke Ke held the booklet, and his always gentle eyes were now a little excited.

Sherlock glanced at Connie a few times, and after making sure she was listening very seriously, he finally opened his mouth.

"First of all, although these three bodies are almost exactly the same, this man once dyed his hair. If you look carefully." He stood on the man on the far right.

Connie looked at the uniform blond hair of the three men, lying on top of the man on the far right, and looked carefully.

"Really!" He held a few strands of hair in his hands, and after rubbing the roots of them a few times, they turned black.

Connie suddenly let out a cry.Immediately afterwards, he carefully checked the tops of the other two men's heads, but none of them had blackened hair roots.

"His original hair color was black..." Connie was a little surprised that Westerners actually have black hair.

Coco's eyes became surprised: "How did you deduce that he dyed his hair?"

Speaking of this, Sherlock seems very ordinary: "He has a mixture of p-phenylenediamine, ammonia and hydrogen peroxide that no one else has. We all know that these substances are the main components of hair dyes."

Connie takes a shot: No, she doesn't know...and she can't smell it!

Connie, who was unwilling to be reconciled, didn't care about the nausea anymore. She leaned close to the corpse and smelled it, and smelled it again, but she was picked up by Sherlock before she could smell anything different.

She raised her head with difficulty, and saw his flat eyes and slightly frowned brows.

"But... According to their previous photos, all three of them have blonde hair..." Coco, who had already read the life information of the three people, was very puzzled.

Why do people have to dye their hair blonde all year round if they were born with black hair?

Connie looked at the three identical faces, and sighed slightly: "Maybe it's to be the same as the brothers." Of the three identical brothers, the hair color of two brothers was born golden, and only he was black. A kind of loneliness?

"Very likely, of course, this third son is likely to have a certain mental illness." Sherlock propped his chin, unable to deny what Connie said.

Connie who was let go was stunned: "Third son?" When did you find out that this is the youngest third son?

The shining eyes of "Great God Asking for Answers" shot out, facing the curious eyes of the three, Sherlock let out a cold snort from his throat.

"Look at the one in the middle. His fingertips have a strong smell of motor oil. I think you have done an inspection. The fingertips of the three of them should be clean..." He glanced at Ke Ke, and she nodded.However, it was detected that the hands of the three were unbelievably clean.

"Even if a person who has been exposed to engine oil for a long time washes his hands frequently, his skin will be damaged to a certain extent. His ten fingertips have skin damage to varying degrees, while the fingertips of the other two are very good. People who do heavy work. Among the three, the only one who has worked in contact with engine oil is the second eldest Alan. He used to work as a maintenance worker in a maintenance shop in the city center for a period of time, and he likes heavy locomotives on weekdays. "

The three of them were stunned, and Connie was already rubbing the ten fingers of the corpse in the middle, and her seriousness was even more serious than her concentration when cooking.

Sherlock glanced at her and continued: "Boss Martin is a high school teacher. According to people around him, he is usually a calm and sophisticated person, and he also loves to take care of others. He is a very secure person. In this way It's unlikely that a person would dye his hair blond because of the so-called dependence psychology, not to mention that he also has a fiancee, the relationship between the two is very good, and it has reached the point where they are talking about marriage, and the third child is a gambler , also had an affair with the underworld, gambling all the year round made him used to sitting quietly, which made his pelvis bigger, and as a teacher, one of Martin's deepest memories for all students is that no matter what he does, he always likes to stand...so , Combining this information, it is easy to separate the three and piece together their lower bodies."

Sherlock Lecture Hall ended perfectly.

The audience and the three felt that they had benefited a lot.

The identities of the three brothers Martin, Alan and Oscar Fred were easily cracked.

Even though she knew about Sherlock's artifact, Connie was still amazed to be "taught by precepts and deeds" by him again in front of her face.

Hoh Xil recalled from Sherlock's analysis, raised his hands and clapped continuously.

"Then what do you think about this case, Sherlock?" Although she was only a forensic doctor, she was still curious about this case.

Sherlock didn't speak, and turned directly to Connie, staring at her with dark green eyes without any waves, like a leopard in the dark.

"Uh..." Is this for her to talk about?

I don't understand why Connie, who is always favored by the great god, wants to cry but has no tears. Could it be that if Peanut doesn't show up, she will temporarily become a "substitute" for being raped?But it will be at least several years before Peanut appears!How is she going to get through it!

Jasmine and Coco looked at Connie following Sherlock's eyes, making her even more stressed.

"How is the family situation of these three brothers?"

The eyes with pressure went away, accompanied by Sherlock's calm answer.

"No father and no mother."

"When did you die?"

"Before they were three years old, they were raised by their aunt. They also died when they were ten years old. They became completely orphans. The three of them entered the orphanage together."

This answer made Connie's eyebrows twitch heavily.

what happened?

This kind of perverted murderer must have childhood experience.

"Did they change many orphanages until they became adults?"

"Yes, one or two will be replaced almost every year."

As soon as the light bulb came on, without asking any other questions, Connie concluded that one of the three brothers must be a psychopath and left.

As for why all three of them died—compared with the possibility of enmity, she felt that one of them suddenly went berserk...the possibility of killing the other two brothers was higher...

Killing his brother and then committing suicide... Is there anything a proper psychopath would do! ! !