[Comprehensive] Live broadcast of the crime scene

Hope is necessary in every situation, and the misery of poverty, disease, and captivity would be intolerable without the consolation of hope.

— Johnson

Maybe it was because of a short sleep at the concert last night, the sky was still bright, Mo Xian woke up, she was greedy for the warm and soft quilt, she didn't get up immediately, rubbing the pillow to recall the information obtained yesterday, trying to The clues are strung together like pearls.

The three suspects involved in the murder on Baker Street, Mr. Foster Jr., Mrs. Foster Jr. and Mr. Carpenter have their own doubts. First of all, they all meet the characteristics of the murderer that Holmes believes: they have done manual labor, wear engagement rings, except Little Mrs. Foster is a woman... wait!

Mo Xian sat up suddenly from the bed, how could she forget that Mr. Holmes pulled Mr. Foster to talk about cigarettes for a long time as soon as he entered the door, and even asked for some shredded tobacco. At this moment, she Holmes' inference that the murderer smoked Indian cigarettes suddenly appeared in his mind. It turned out that Mr. Holmes had long suspected that the murderer was him, and the reason why he still wanted to visit Mr. Carpenter was because of the engagement ring.

She could be forgiven for ignoring this clue, after all, Mr. Holmes never mentioned Indian cigarettes when chatting with Mr. Foster Jr.—perhaps because he was afraid of alarming others.The audience in the live broadcast room said that Mr. Holmes can distinguish different types of soot, and since he can even distinguish soot, let alone shredded tobacco.

Mr. Holmes also said after leaving Little Foster's house that he had obtained the evidence he wanted. The so-called evidence was probably that Indian cigarettes were identified from Mr. Foster's shredded tobacco. As for the unexpected discovery-the engagement ring, and It is how it happened?Could it be...

She suddenly remembered the scene she saw in the concert hall last night, as well as the science popularization of the barrage "enthusiastic audience".

two men?

Sure enough, it would be better to ask Sherlock Holmes. I can't think of anything here. Mo Xian lifted the soft quilt, pulled on the plush slippers, and after washing, changed into a dark gray cheongsam embroidered with a winter plum, and opened the live broadcast room. Because it was announced yesterday that he would visit Mr. Carpenter, more than 1 viewers were waiting here early in the morning. Seeing Mo Xian, the mystery novelist Yan Li immediately edited his reasoning that he had been thinking about all night into a barrage and sent it to the live broadcast For a while, he guessed that the murderer was Mr. Foster Jr., and the thinking process and results were almost the same as those of Mo Xian. He is an ordinary person who has never trained his reasoning ability before, but there were too many things happened yesterday, such as a train crashing into a person, and a hot topic. Holmes had already gone ahead of them.

When Mo Xian came down from the bedroom and pushed open the door of the living room, she was surprised to see Mr. Holmes sitting on the exclusive chair by the fireplace playing with a ring, with his coat and hat hanging behind the door, soaking up some moisture, and looking again The drizzle outside, and the wooden stick standing slanted in the corner of the door, still stained with mud, suddenly realized that he might have gone out to visit the Mr. Carpenter when Mo Xian was asleep, and now came back.

"Mr. Holmes," Mo Xian could not help but complain a little, "You said you would go to find Mr. Carpenter with me."

Holmes stretched out his long hand, put the ring lightly on the low table, and said gently to her, "Of course I remember, but that was before I knew that Mr. Carpenter was locked up in the detention center. Exuberant curiosity will not lead you to a dangerous situation, I can only conceal it a little, I hope you don't mind."

[My God, Holmes is so warm! ] Before Mo Xian could answer, the audience in the barrage prostrated themselves under Holmes' suit pants one by one, [I know Holmes is very warm, but I didn't expect it to be so warm!] ] [For your safety, I will go quietly, come back quietly, and say sorry to you, I am so good at my brother, I can tease my sister invisible. ][The most important thing is that he went there while the host was still sleeping, and he came back with a ring. Think about it, in another situation, wait for the host to wake up and say that I can’t take you there to disappoint the host Waiting at home...] [You guys think too much, Holmes must not think so much, he just thinks it is troublesome to bring the broadcaster. ] [Straight male cancer go away! ] After Holmes said that, Mo Xian, who was a little disappointed not to be able to see the Victorian detention center, also raised a smile, "Of course I don't mind, Mr. Holmes."

She saw the golden ring on the table in a blink of an eye, her eyes lit up, and she looked at Holmes asking for his opinion as if inquiring. Seeing him nodding, Mo Xian picked up the ring and put it in her palm. This ring is golden. The material is snake-shaped, inlaid with a square main diamond and sixteen small diamonds, and the ring wall is carved with flowers and vines. ] [YY girl! ] Breaking away from each other, I lamented the magnificence of this ring from a 360-degree angle, [Simply stunning! ] [Well, expensive too. ] [I also want such a ring! ]

[You want everything [crying and laughing]]

[The reflection of this diamond can blind my 24K titanium alloy dog's eyes] At this time, it is inevitable that the postgraduate student of the history department will popularize science. As soon as he sees this ring, he immediately sends a barrage, for fear that he will miss a good opportunity to show off his knowledge. [Engagement rings were not so popular in the UK before. In 1837, Prince Albert gave Queen Victoria a serpentine ring as an engagement gift. Since then, engagement rings have become popular, especially this kind of serpentine, because they were in the There are many diamonds found in South Africa, so the middle class can afford to buy them, but you have to be careful with them, this ring is very expensive in modern times. ] But more bullet screens are found where they seem to have seen similar ones, [This ring looks familiar. ] [Isn't this the fiancee's ring? ] The audience who studied the red marks under Mrs. Little Foster's hollow black gauze gloves can see the origin of the ring at a glance, [Wait!Is this the fiancee's ring? ] [No way,] Someone immediately retorted with a barrage, [Holmes' meaning is very clear, it is Mr. Carpenter's ring. ][Two pairs of rings are the same?Why buy two pairs of the same ring? ] [This case is getting weirder and weirder. ]

[Mr. Carpenter having an affair with the maid? ]

[its not right! ] The audience with a good memory raised an objection, [Don't forget the concert last night. ] That’s right, judging from Holmes’ attitude, the person who had an affair with Mr. Carpenter should be——

[Little Mr. Foster!Absolutely he is not wrong! ]

Coming to this conclusion, Mo Xian immediately recalled the scene she had seen but ignored by her. When Holmes visited Mr. Foster and said that he met a noble lady on the road, and guessed that it was Mrs. Foster, Little Foster The sarcasm on Mr. Holmes's face is not aimed at Holmes' "new world", but at the little Mrs. Foster who is a maid and has a low social status. She is also worthy of being called a noble wife?Little Mr. Foster must have thought so.

There are also the strange and unfamiliar gestures and polite words of the two sitting together. Thinking back to the concert hall last night, the two men sitting in front of her and Mr. Holmes tried to pretend to be unfamiliar, but their physical movements were very intimate. , Mo Xian can see from this comparison who is the real lover.

Mr. Foster and Mr. Carpenter, their relationship is like a breeze that blows away the fog, revealing the truth of the case. Mo Xian casts admiring glances at Mr. Holmes, when they are still wandering in the fog and can’t find the way out , Sherlock Holmes had seen everything through the fog long ago, which made Mo Xian have to be full of admiration, and once again ignited the desire for the fragments of the mall.

If she had Sherlock Holmes' keen observation and reasoning ability, what murder would she be afraid of?

Just when Mo Xian was overwhelmed and wanted to open the mall to buy something, the sound of footsteps coming from the stairwell poured cold water on her feverish mind, and she subconsciously looked towards the living room door, It was the little waif Wiggins who had been here last time.

"Mr. Holmes," he saluted his dirty hand comically, "I have already obtained the information you want about Miss Stone."

Hearing Miss Stone's name, Ye Yushi, who was standing in front of the computer, pricked up his ears. Although the screen recording software was always on and he could open the video to review at any time, he still opened the notebook very seriously and prepared to learn from Lu Fan. Xuan recorded the useful information.

Miss Stone is a beauty in everyone's eyes, but it's a pity that Mo Xian couldn't witness her demeanor when she was alive. As a beautiful woman, she must be surrounded by many gentlemen. As far as Wiggins knows, when Miss Stone was a tutor The master of the family covets Miss Stone, and his wife and daughter—who are also Miss Stone’s professors—are petite. In fact, in the Victorian era, petite women accounted for the majority. Li Shi remembered one This document proves that the average height of adult women in Victorian England was 158 cm.In addition, Miss Stone's fiancé once discussed marriage with another woman, but the relationship broke down for some reason, allowing Miss Stone to sneak in.

[Let’s figure out the murder on Baker Street first,] The amount of information is too large, and the bullet screens raised a white flag to surrender, [Anyway, there are programmers, isn’t it said that you can analyze the murderer’s data just by scanning it?When the time comes, just let Holmes take you to take a look. Wouldn't it be much easier to find evidence after confirming the murderer? ] [Yes, yes, let's do it one by one. ][You guys are so low, isn't it just two cases?I can guess the plot. The cases in the world are either love or vendetta or for money. I don’t think Miss Stone can escape these three. ] [Love killing is possible. ][Do you want me to remind you again?The murderer is a woman!What a ghost to kill!You just got a pair of gays, and you want to get a pair of lilies?The big rotten country doesn't have to be so rotten! ] The audience was still talking about Miss Stone, and Wiggins left happily after getting his wages, while Holmes had already walked to the curtain, as if waiting for someone.

"Mr. Holmes, are you waiting for someone?" Mo Xian followed behind him and glanced out the window. There were people walking back and forth on the street, and there was no one particularly conspicuous.

"That's right, I think you probably guessed that the murderer of your venerable landlord was none other than Mr. Foster," Holmes said, which was like a certainty, and all the doubts about the murderer in the live broadcast room were quelled.

Sure enough, Mo Xian nodded, "Yes, sir, I know from your unusual interest in the tobacco owned by Mr. Foster."

"That is obvious," said Holmes, continuing to look out of the window. "If you want to know, I am expecting Mr. Foster."

Mo Xian almost doubted his ears, "Why did he come?"

"Because I wrote to ask him to come."

"I don't understand, sir," Mo Xian tried his best to ignore the barrage of [Overbearing President Falls in Love with Me] [It's cold and let the murderer deliver it to your door], "Why does he have to come when you invite him?"

Holmes smiled, pointed to the ring in Mo Xian's hand and said, "Because he won't let innocent people suffer for him, look, here he is."

That's right, Mo Xian also saw it. Mr. Foster jumped out of the carriage parked at 221B Baker Street anxiously. Just as he was about to knock on the door, he looked up at the window—what a painful and guilty look. , he seemed to have been completely crushed by fate, just waiting for his own tragic end.

"Let us fetch him up," said Mr. Holmes, drawing down the curtain.