[Comprehensive] Sherlock is going to be kicked by a donkey

If Josie was given another chance to make a choice, she would definitely not go to the bathroom on the floor with the fewest people. After all, for a normal person, it is not pleasant to be suddenly pointed at the back of the head with a gun while applying makeup. experience, especially by someone who invalidated Josie's abilities.

Josie put down her powder puff and looked at the woman standing behind her in the mirror, more precisely, a girl who looked younger than her, "Let me guess, you must have some abilities that are different from ordinary people?"

"Obvious."

Although the current atmosphere is really not suitable, Josie still wants to say something like Sherlock.

"I can't hear your inner voice, and I can't control your brain. I can only feel your presence when you do it intentionally. It's really much better than me, so you are that... oh yes, Annabelle?"

The girl behind her turned her head sideways, which allowed her to look at Josie in the mirror, "Don't call me Annabelle."

"Then what do I want to call you?" Josie lowered her head and put the touch-ups back into her handbag. "After all, it would be weird to call me by that name, even though it's only my middle name."

"Artemis is the name Mr. Adrian gave me, which is different from yours."

Josie looked up at the girl in the mirror, "Really?"

The girl didn't speak, but just looked at Josie in the mirror. The latter just smiled, and then quickly turned to face her. At the same time, Josie's smiling face and a pocket pistol appeared in front of the girl.

"Although you are stronger than me, you can't control me, can you?" Josie raised her hand holding the gun slightly, pointing the gun directly at the girl's forehead, "Let me guess what your ability is... to create dream?"

"It's not going to be the one you're most interested in."

"Oh? It seems that you have other abilities that I can't figure out yet?" Josie raised her eyebrows.

"Didn't you always want to know why Mr. Adrian is so interested in you?" The girl put down her hand holding the gun, with a victorious smile on her face, "Because I told him something about you, Although it is very difficult, I can still read your heart a little bit with a little more time and effort."

"...What do you mean? Are you threatening me?"

The girl laughed, "Ha! Are you scared? I put the gun down, why are you still pointing the gun at me? I hate people pointing guns at me, especially you."

"I pointed the gun at you not because I was afraid that you would kill me, because you had no intention of killing me here today. I took the gun because I didn't want you to succeed, no matter what you planned to do."

"I couldn't figure it out before. Apart from what I told Mr. Adrian about you, why is he so obsessed with you? What's so good about you? I'm obviously the one who's by his side." The girl Walking to the door, he unscrewed the locked door, and before opening the door, he turned to Josie and continued, "Don't be so vigilant, because one day you will choose Mr. Adrian willingly."

After the girl finished speaking, she left the bathroom without looking back, leaving Josie standing alone in a daze. She turned to look at herself in the mirror, with a confused and helpless expression on her face.

She is afraid, her biggest secret is about the past life, she doesn't know what Annabelle has read, but she doesn't want this part of the memory to be known by anyone but herself, especially in the In her previous life, Sherlock and Marvel were just characters in film and television dramas. She was afraid that if this matter was known to others, it would have an unimaginable impact on the world.

Josie bent down and turned on the faucet to wash her face. The cold water irritated the skin on her face. After she had sorted out her emotions, she decided to leave the bathroom. What she didn't expect was that when she turned on the toilet When she opened the door, there was a group of policemen with guns standing outside, and the guns were still pointed at her who just opened the door with a confused face.

"Don't move!"

"Uh..." Josie made a gesture of raising her hands in surrender, "Excuse me, can I ask what happened?"

The officers drew back their guns, and one of the female officers stepped forward and grabbed Josie by the arm, taking her aside.

"I'm sorry to scare you, ma'am, we found a female corpse on this floor. After the police arrived at the scene of the crime, they found that you were the only one who stayed on this floor for more than 10 minutes, so I hope you cooperate. We will make a record according to the process."

Josie nodded, "No problem."

The written questions were very detailed, and Josie answered them all patiently. The policewoman agreed to let her go after making sure that she was correct. However, before she could take a step, a surprised male voice came from the direction of the elevator behind her. : "Sherlock?!"

Josie looked in the direction of the sound, and Sherlock was coming out of the elevator.

She originally came to see a play with Sherlock today. Before the play started, Josie planned to go to the bathroom, but she didn't expect that there were so many people on the first and second floors, so she had to go to the third floor where there were almost no people. Actually, meeting Annabelle was a complete accident for her, but it also made her realize the fact that there are enemies around her watching all the time. She thought this discovery was the worst thing that happened today, but Unexpectedly, as soon as he came out of the toilet, he encountered the same troublesome murder case.

The man who called Sherlock's name was a male policeman, who seemed to be the head of all the policemen at the scene, and was an acquaintance with Sherlock, because Sherlock responded with rare enthusiasm after hearing someone calling him.

"Hey, Lestrade, have a case?"

Sherlock's enthusiasm probably has nothing to do with the person calling him, but with the murder that happened here, Josie slandered.

Lestrade nodded, and then asked suspiciously, "Why are you here, Sherlock?"

"I went to the theater with Josie, but she never came back after she came to the bathroom on the third floor, and the stupid Scotland Yard police downstairs stopped me from going up." Sherlock walked towards Josie .

"Josie?" Lestrade's eyes changed from doubt to shock when he saw Josie next to Sherlock, "Sherlock, your girlfriend?!"

"No." Standing beside Josie, Sherlock denied Lestrade's exclamation without hesitation.

Josie's mouth, which was about to say no, opened slightly. She said it later than Sherlock. Although she would give the same answer in the end, Josie just felt that she didn't want to hear this answer from Sherlock's mouth.

Such emotions and atmosphere really made Josie feel uncomfortable, so she changed the subject, "Hello, Josie Jonathan, friend of Sherlock, you are Inspector Lestrade, right? I have heard your name for a long time."

Lestrade was a little embarrassed, and just wanted to raise his hand to scratch the back of his head, but found that he was wearing gloves, so he had to rub his head with his wrist instead, "Ah, yes, I am Lestrade Detective Inspector Drew, nice to meet you, Miss Jonathan."

"Just call me Josie." Josie smiled.

"Take me to the scene, Lestrade." Sherlock interrupted the conversation between Josie and Lestrade, and then walked straight into the cordon.

Lestrade seemed to have long been used to Sherlock's inconsiderate behavior and let him come, but gave him a pair of gloves before he approached the corpse.

"Josie," Sherlock said to Josie as he put on his gloves, "come in with me."

"What?" Josie was surprised. "I don't know how to solve the case. What do you want me to see?"

Even Lestrade frowned and disapproved of Sherlock's approach, "Sherlock, Josie can't come in, she can wait for you outside."

Sherlock didn't speak, but walked to the cordon, raised the cordon with his hands, and looked at Josie fixedly.

"Sherlock..." Lestrade wanted to persuade him again.

"Since I can bring Watson to the scene of the crime, I can also bring my other people in. Josie won't mess up this place, and having her by my side can help me think." Sherlock said, seeing him like this Persistence, Lestrade had no choice but to say nothing, but asked Josie to be given a new pair of gloves and shoe covers, and then let her enter the scene of the crime.

"The name of the deceased is Rachel Peskov. He is 29 years old this year. He was one of the actors in tonight's play. He was found dead in the utility room on the third floor an hour ago. At that time, there were 5 minutes before the start of the show. It was discovered by the staff who came up to look for her. We found in the surveillance video that only Josie appeared on this floor 10 minutes before the show started, but the time of her appearance did not coincide with the time of death of the deceased, so Josie’s suspicion was ruled out. The current forensic identification of the death time of the deceased is between three and four in the afternoon, that is, three or four hours before the start of the play. Although the forensic doctor has not yet performed an autopsy, the cause of death can basically be determined to be the death of the heart, and the use of The prop knife in the utility room.” Lestrade introduced the situation of the case to Sherlock and led them into the utility room where the crime took place. “Except for the knife in the heart, there were other or deep Or shallow wounds of different shapes, a total of thirteen places, all concentrated on the torso, and the corpse was tied back and hung on the roof with hemp rope props, be prepared, the scene may have some visual impact." Lestrade De's last words were addressed to Josie.

As soon as she entered the utility room at the scene of the crime, Josie was shocked by the sight in front of her. She looked at the dead body hanging in mid-air in the middle of the utility room. The head of the corpse was drooping, and the loose long hair covered the dead The face of the dead body makes it difficult to see the last expression of the deceased. The limbs of the corpse were twisted and tied behind the back. She was wearing a white chiffon dress, but the material on the torso had already been stained red with blood. The police cut the clothes on the torso in half to facilitate the inspection of the wound. As long as Josie looked up, she could see the wounds of the deceased exposed in the air The chest and stomach were piled up, and the wounds on them were still dripping blood on the floor, which formed a dazzling pool of blood on the floor facing the corpse.

"When are you going to put the body down?" Sherlock asked.

"Let's wait until the scene is finished taking pictures, probably soon." Lestrade replied, and he looked around at the policemen who were collecting evidence in the utility room.

"Give me a ladder."

Lestrade asked someone to bring a ladder to Sherlock. The utility room on the third floor was not high. After Sherlock stepped on the ladder, he could look at the beams of the house. Holding the beam, one hand stretched out to the hemp rope. The hemp rope was very new, almost without any wear and tear. The dust around the place where the hemp rope was tied on the beam was wiped off, but there was a special mark retained by the dust that attracted the attention. Sherlock's attention.

"The murderer wore knitted gloves... the workers in the theater..." Sherlock stroked the knot. "Oh, a very strong way to tie the knot."

"Sherlock, do you see anything?" Lestrade asked with his head raised.

"The person who hoisted the corpse into the air was a theater worker who was in charge of backstage work, such as stage lifts. I need to go to the stage backstage. The wounds on the corpse were all from knife wounds, but the types of knives are different. The same, and the strength of stabbing into the body is also different, even the dominant hand is different, look at the depth of the wound measured by yourself," Sherlock got down from the ladder, "This is definitely not a single person."

"Sherlock is right," said Josie, who had been standing by the door without speaking, and Lestrade and Sherlock looked at her. "This is a multi-person crime."