[Comprehensive] Live broadcast of the crime scene

It is not necessary to attribute the production of evil to supernatural factors, man alone is sufficient for every evil.

—Joseph Conrad

"On the day my sister died," said Miss Stone, pale and emaciated, wrapped in an empty black tutu, at the close of the funeral, to Inspector Lestrade in a low voice, "I'll go Pass the train station."

Lestrade nodded.

When Little Miss Stone stepped on the green lawn and said these words, in the live broadcast room, Ye Yushi also posted the comparison results at the same time, and the results showed that the woman who was [-]% similar to the murderer was— —

"Miss Jones," sobbed little Miss Stone, "I saw her push my sister down."

[is her? ] The audience in the live broadcast room seemed to have lost their footing, but they did not expect that the murderer was really her, [Is there a mistake? ] [Really her? ] [The truth came too fast for people to be caught off guard. ]

[Completely guessed wrong [look confused]]

Mo Xian raised his eyes again. The girl standing beside Mr. Jones was smiling innocently and charmingly at her deceased teacher's lover at the funeral, while Mr. Painter frowned slightly, avoiding her smile.

"Then why are you telling me now?" Inspector Lestrade asked gravely.

Miss Stone's thin body trembled, and her voice trembled, obviously frightened, "Because, she saw me."

"She, she still smiled at me," Miss Stone sobbed as if recalling the horrible scene, "I'm afraid, Mr. Detective, I have nightmares every day, and I, I dare not tell Father, mother, Mr. Detective, she is a devil, she must be a devil!"

[Thinking about that scene, it is indeed scary,] Han Jiangxue sent a barrage of disgust, [Is it an antisocial personality?He killed people and smiled at witnesses. ] [Gosh, why are you laughing!Didn't she know that murder would be hanged? ] [Do you have a mental illness? ]

[Miss Mia Stone taught her for so long and didn't realize that she was sick? ] Watching Detective Lestrade walk towards Miss Jones, Mo Xian pulled Holmes's coat sleeves, and asked in a low voice under the eyes of Watson and Mrs Hudson who were also puzzled, "Mr. Holmes, you have already guessed the murderer Is it her?"

"My dear Mo," said he, "I once came to a wrong conclusion, which shows how dangerous it is to draw inferences from insufficient data. Little Miss Stone's shoes were stained with black ash by the railway station, and In fact, the relationship between her and Miss Stone is not harmonious-the age difference is only two years, but one lives in London and the other lives in the country, and the police officer does not show up when they come to investigate. Why? Mrs. Stone's health is not so bad that she can't leave people all the time, otherwise Mr. Stone may not be in the mood to deal with the police officer. These circumstances are enough to lead me to doubt Miss Stone's intentions, but when I saw Jones Immediately after Miss's handwritten letter, I reconsidered my thoughts."

While Mr. Holmes was explaining, Lestrade had already handcuffed Miss Jones. Her big eyes were innocent and frightened, and she begged her father pitifully for help. Her mother, poor Mrs. Jones, looked as if she might faint at any moment. Fortunately, Ray Officer Strade had smelling salts, and lent her to smell them for a while, and she woke up, fell on her husband, and sobbed loudly, "Oh, Mr. Officer, you must have made a mistake, how can my little sweetheart do it?" What happened to this?"

Hearing this, little Miss Stone, who followed the police detective step by step, stood up with her slender waist, summoned up her courage and shouted loudly and tremblingly, "For God's sake, stop pretending this! Look like a hypocrite! Miss Jones, I know nothing more than your black heart hidden in your body, Mr. Inspector, I can swear that what I said is true!"

At this point, the young Miss Jones said innocently, "I can also swear that I didn't kill her, Mr. Inspector, I just pushed her. Who knew that the train would pass by so coincidentally?"

All the people present fell silent immediately. They all stared at the handcuffed Miss Jones, as if they hadn't realized the meaning of her words. Even Mrs. Jones got out of her husband's arms and stared at him in disbelief. Miss Jones, it seemed that the girl in front of her was not her daughter, but had been replaced by some demon.

"Christ Jesus! How can you say such a thing!" Mrs. Stone, who was so weak that she would collapse if the wind blows, swung her husband who was supporting her, and threw herself at Miss Jones like crazy. Of course, she was quickly stopped by the police officer, even if she was pulled by a strange man, she still waved her fists in the direction of Miss Jones, and did not hug her daughter until Miss Stone helped her up. Crying with a headache, the crying was intermittent, it was unbearable to hear.

Shocked by such a scene, the audience was dumbfounded, [What kind of brain circuit is she doing? ][I was so frightened that the melons dropped [I was so scared that the melon seeds dropped]][If I hadn't witnessed it with my own eyes, I would never have dreamed that a thirteen or fourteen-year-old girl would do such a thing. ] [The question is, why did she take it for granted? ][Such a terrible girl [picked up melon seeds with distress]]

"How did you find out that something was wrong with Miss Jones from that letter, Mr. Holmes?" Mo Xian asked softly, looking at this scene with a complicated expression.

Holmes was silent for a few minutes, and said, "I once had an old enemy, Mo, a professor named Moriarty, who had the blood of crime flowing through him. At that time, half of the crimes in London were led by him." Yes, I knew him so well that I immediately thought of him when I read the letter from Miss Jones, for whom neither morality nor shame mattered; Blotted paper, she was brilliant, and quoted lines from several famous people. Such a letter can never be written on the excuse of ignorance. Miss Jones knew that she was seducing her teacher's lover. She even attracted I am so proud, I have to raise all my vigilance against such a lady, compared to her, Miss Stone is like a pure white lamb."

"Facts have also proved that Holmes' suspicion is correct," Dr. Watson continued, "Last night when he heard that Mr. Jones's family was staying at the Bentleigh Hotel, he took me to observe the family on the second floor. I wanted to invite you, Miss Mo, but Mrs. Hudson said she wanted to talk to you..."

"How can a lady be involved in such a dangerous case!" Mrs. Hudson retorted immediately when she heard the sound.

"You are right, Mrs. Hudson," Watson went on, laughing, "that at first there was nothing to be gained—that was to be expected, after all, it had been several days, until we saw Miss Jones When I was playing alone in the hotel garden, I strangled a baby bird that couldn't fly, so I realized how dangerous she was."

The following things are also very clear. After Holmes found out how dangerous Miss Jones was, he immediately guessed that there must be a reason for Miss Stone's retreat. He invited Detective Lestrade—even though they were stupid, the detectives Identity is quite useful at certain times—I rushed to Mr. Stone’s house overnight and asked to see Miss Stone. After persuasion for a long time, she still kept silent and had to leave angrily. Perhaps it was because of Mr. Stone’s forced questioning. In short, when Miss Stone's funeral was about to end, Little Miss Stone finally stood up and identified Miss Jones, and got this embarrassing result.

"What if Miss Stone didn't see this scene?" Mo Xian asked worriedly, "Isn't there no evidence?"

Holmes said confidently, "Any crime has traces. If we set our sights on Miss Jones, we only need to ask her servants or even the neighbors in the neighborhood. My dear Mo, someone will notice. After all, a blue silk The tutu skirt is not an inconspicuous color."

The train live broadcast case came to an end in this way. Ye Yushi recorded all the clues and made a report to Team Zhang. Team Zhang secretly posted it on the official website when a female star announced her relationship and the crowd had no time to take care of it. In Weibo, it is set to prohibit forwarding comments.In this long Weibo, of course, Holmes' name was crossed out, and they called him "enthusiastic people from Chaoyang District".

The next day, after burying the ashes of "mother", Mo Xian returned to London, bid farewell to Holmes, Watson, and Mrs. Hudson, and boarded the ship to India. She had already closed the live broadcast room and walked into her own In the cabin, it was not until she was asked to eat that the manservant on the ship realized that she had disappeared out of thin air.

At 221B Baker Street, which had returned to calm, Watson finally had time for Holmes to answer the questions that had puzzled him for a long time. Tell it all, why did you go to the trouble of making her tell the truth in front of Miss Jones the next day?"

"You are wrong," Holmes sank in the easy chair, smoking his clay pipe, against the warm light of the kerosene lamp, "I did not ask her to be in front of Miss Jones."

It's Mo Xian.

Although Holmes believed that she would not become another Miss Jones, as a friend, he still hoped that the scene after Miss Jones was captured could be seen by Mo Xian.

At this time, in a cold confession room with snow-white walls, Mo Xian's long eyelashes fluttered lightly like a waterfowl folding its wings.

She opened her eyes.