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

What happened to Luka taught Josie a lesson. She couldn’t easily trust someone she had just met without reading her mind. After returning home that day, Josie deleted all of Luka’s text messages and blocked him. Luca has already graduated, and she will never meet him again even in school. Josie breathed a sigh of relief. She briefly described the matter to Melissa, but omitted the part of reading the mind. Melissa was shocked after hearing this.

"Josie, are you okay? I didn't expect Luka to be such a person. I used to encourage you to be together. It's terrible. By the way, who is the friend you mentioned who saw through Luka's true colors? He really Can you tell that Luka has an Oedipus plot and violent tendencies just by seeing the content of the text message Luka sent you? That is too powerful."

"Ah, that's right," Melissa called Josie so early in the morning that she hadn't had time to get up to take a shower. At this time, Josie's hair was disheveled and she only had a bun tied casually. She was wearing bright yellow In a nightgown, sitting cross-legged on the bed without any image, "Did you call me this morning just to ask this?"

"Of course not, let's go to the movies this afternoon, are you free?"

Josie yawned, slowly moved out of bed and opened the curtain, "Of course, you want to see..."

Opposite the window was Sherlock's room. Sherlock was standing at the window looking at the direction of the street. Josie followed his gaze and saw a police car parked on the street. Sherlock seemed to feel the direction of the opposite side. He turned his head to look at Josie, just as Josie was about to say hello to him, Sherlock closed the window.

Sherlock is in a bad mood today?

Josie stared blankly at the tightly closed window opposite.

Couldn't find an interesting experiment to do?

Melissa on the other end of the phone waited for a long time before hearing Josie finish speaking, so she asked in confusion, "Josie? What's wrong?"

"Ah, it's nothing. I mean what time do you want to watch the movie?" Josie then finished speaking, but her eyes still stayed on the police car on the side of the street. Two policemen got out of the car and were talking to Holmes. The couple were talking, and it seemed that the conversation was not going very smoothly. Then, not long after, Sherlock came out and walked to the Holmes couple. After talking for a while, he followed the two policemen into the police car.

Thinking of what Sherlock said to her yesterday, Josie had a bad feeling.

The current Sherlock was just diagnosed with high-functioning antisocial personality disorder, and was taken away by the police at home, and if she read correctly, one of the policemen put handcuffs on Sherlock just before getting into the car.

"...The movie that just came out a few days ago is also very good, but I think it's better to watch this one, we will watch another one next time we have time..."

"Melissa..." Josie interrupted Melissa's high-spirited voice on the phone.

"What's wrong?" Melissa wondered.

Josie closed the bed curtain that had just been opened, turned around and walked to the cloakroom, "I can't go to the movies with you today, I'm afraid I have more urgent things to do, sorry."

"What happened? Is there anything I can do to help?"

"No, no need, you had fun today, I'll contact you after I settle the matter, bye." Josie hung up the phone, quickly changed her clothes and washed, and ran downstairs with her backpack on her back.

"Mom, I'm going out for a while, and I may come back later, so I need to call."

Carly put the breakfast on the table, and turned her head to look at her daughter who hurried downstairs to change shoes by the door, "Josie, haven't you eaten breakfast yet?"

Josie shook her head, "I have something to eat in my bag, I'm going out, I'll be back tonight."

Before Carly could say anything else, Josie had already hurried out. Alan came downstairs just in time to see the door was closed, so he asked suspiciously, "What's wrong?"

Carly looked at her husband and shook her head, "Josie doesn't know what's wrong, she hurried out early in the morning, and she didn't say what she was going to do."

Allen frowned and glanced at the closed door, "I just received a call that a student died in the school laboratory. It seems to be a homicide. Sherlock was taken away by the police for investigation."

"What? Is it your student?" Carly was surprised.

Allen shook his head, "It wasn't my student who died, but Sherlock's experimental partner. They were doing a nanomaterial research together. Sherlock is now a suspect."

"Then, Josie is going out..."

"I'm afraid I want to help Sherlock get rid of the suspicion."

As Josie ran towards the main street, she took out her mobile phone and called Mycroft's office, and the call was connected after a while.

"Hi, this is..." It was Mycroft's female assistant who answered the phone.

"I know where it is, I want to find Mycroft, can he answer my call now? I'm in a hurry now!"

"Please wait."

Less than half a minute later, McCrott's voice came from the other end of the phone.

"If you want to ask me which police station Sherlock is in, I can tell you, and I can also tell you what happened, but you can't help him with your ability."

Josie stopped running, and she stood in the middle of the sidewalk. Mycroft's words were undoubtedly like a basin of cold water, extinguishing her anxiety just now, she calmed down, and then said: "You are right, Then you tell me the location of the police station where he is, and I will deliver lunch to him and visit him by the way."

Mycroft chuckled, "What a stubborn and brave girl, but Sherlock is a person who doesn't know what it is to be moved. It's a pity."

"If Sherlock knows what moving is, he should love you so much that he can have forbidden love." Josie felt a little ironic, and she couldn't believe that Mycroft hadn't started to investigate the murder.

Sherlock Holmes fans all over the world know that Sherlock has an older brother who monitors his every move 24 hours a day for protection purposes.

"..." Josie's answer rarely surprised Mycroft, "I didn't expect you to be so kind."

"Oh, trust me, it won't be long before gay marriage is legal in the UK."

"Is this your 'prophecy' again?"

"No, no, it will be true."

Mycroft, who was originally leaning on the office chair, sat up straight, and changed his hand to hold the phone, "Listen, Sherlock's research partner was killed in the laboratory around nine o'clock last night, and the deceased left a handwritten The letter sh, the writing hand is right-handed, but the deceased is left-handed, the murder weapon is basically determined to be an electron microscope lost at the scene, and only the fingerprints of Sherlock and the deceased were collected at the scene. Sherlock went out at night after returning home with you yesterday afternoon No, Mom and Dad can’t help him with an alibi, my agent also lost him last night, no one knows where he went last night.”

"Aren't there cameras in the lab and nearby?"

"No, the laboratory is in the old research building of Cambridge University. Sherlock chose the laboratory there because few people go there."

"Okay, I see. Thank you for telling me. Goodbye." Josie hung up the phone, stopped a taxi with her hand, and headed towards Cambridge University.

In the interrogation room of the police station sat Sherlock and the policeman who was interrogating him. Sherlock had his hands in his trouser pockets. His eyes were bloodshot. He looked like he hadn't slept all night, but his face was not tired. attitude, but abnormal spirit.

"Where were you between eight and ten last night?"

"sh was not written by Peter Clark. He is a typical left-hander. Sh is written on his right hand. The bloody finger is also the index finger of the right hand. The murderer is right-handed. It proves that the murderer has a normal relationship with Peter, at least in killing people. Afterwards, the murderer was so nervous that he forgot or didn’t even know that Peter was left-handed, and the murderer was a man with a height of 180 or more. There is an electron microscope lost in the laboratory. It was the murder weapon. The murderer took it away after the murder, but he must not take it far away. He should have thrown the blood-stained murder weapon somewhere. It’s gone, because the size of the electron microscope is not easy to carry around, the murderer is impulsive, his method is not clever, and even the murder weapon is not prepared in advance but is obtained locally. Although the laboratory is sparsely populated, it is the main branch when you go outside. Dao, there are many people even at night, and people will definitely notice him with the electron microscope, but where will he leave the electron microscope... so many of you can't find it..." Sherlock analyzed in one breath Down, completely ignoring the questions of the police officer who interrogated him.

"How do you know we didn't find the electron microscope?" The policeman was surprised.

"If you find it, you will be able to find the disposable gloves in the laboratory that were taken out by the murderer and thrown away together. Some useful information can be extracted from the inner layer of the glove, because those are the gloves worn by the murderer, and he will Throw away the gloves with the electron microscope, he won't bring bloody gloves to crowded places..."

The policeman frowned after hearing this, "You know many and detailed details, we think you are very suspicious..."

"What's in your mind, these are things that can be obvious through reasoning."

"Then how did you know the situation at the scene in such detail?"

Sherlock curled his lips, "It doesn't matter."

Mycroft called him early in the morning, briefly told him the situation at the scene, and asked him where he disappeared last night, but he hung up the phone without answering the following questions. It is estimated that Mycroft Tate should be so angry that he ate two more donuts. When I went to meet him in London yesterday, I felt that he had gained at least five pounds.

"You shouldn't waste your time on me. The murderer's psychological quality is not very good, and it is very likely that he is still watching around the scene."

"You can't provide an alibi, so the suspicion has not been cleared, and we have the right to continue to detain you in the police station."

Sherlock looked at the serious face of the policeman with disdain in his heart.

Mycroft was right, there were plenty of goldfish in the world.

Qiao Qian asked the taxi driver to drive the car to get off outside the laboratory building where the crime happened. There was a cordon around the entrance of the laboratory building, and the police guarded the entrance. Obviously, evidence collection was still going on inside.

Josie recalled what Mycroft had told her about the scene.

The deceased was left-handed, but he wrote with his right hand, indicating that the murderer was probably not someone the deceased was very familiar with, otherwise he would have known the habit of writing with his left hand, but it cannot be ruled out that it was because the murderer was nervous after killing impulsively and forgot. It is possible that the deceased's handedness was left.

The fingerprints of people other than Sherlock and the deceased were not collected at the scene. Even if you hold the handwriting of the deceased, it is possible to leave fingerprints on the deceased's body. However, there are no fingerprints, indicating that the murderer should have gloves.

But even the murder weapon of the murderer is an electron microscope taken in the on-site laboratory, which means that he is very likely to kill impulsively. It is summer, and no one will wear gloves to go out in such a hot weather. It is very likely that they are always kept in the laboratory. Experimental gloves.

On the way back, Josie paid attention to the nearby roads, and found that although there were few people on the side of the old laboratory building, it took only 10 minutes to walk to the main road from here, and there was only one way out of the old laboratory building. If the murderer is holding a blood-stained electron microscope and gloves, people will definitely be seen, so the murderer should find a place to throw everything away halfway. If it is in the trash can, it is easy to be found by the police, so it should be thrown in another place.

Josie walked along the road, carefully paying attention to every detail on the side of the road.

Not a trash can.

There is no dirt on the side of the road as if it has been dug and filled.

Josie walked for almost 10 minutes, and an unusually lush tree on the side of the road caught her attention. The big tree grew in the green belt beside the road, and on the other side of the green belt was a small river, and the gray-black road It is separated from the clear river by the green belt, and the luxuriant canopy of the big trees blocks the dazzling sunlight in summer, casting a layer of shadow on the road and the river.

There are many such small rivers in Cambridge, too many to count. Xu Zhimo's "Farewell to Cambridge" describes such a scene——

The pool under the shade of the elm is not a clear spring, but a rainbow in the sky; crumpled among the floating algae, a rainbow-like dream is deposited.

If it weren't for the urgent situation now, Josie would be willing to stop and admire the beauty in Xu Zhimo's poem, but the insignificant dark red blood stain on the soil under the tree roots forcibly broke the beauty.

Josie leaned her body towards the river. The water was crystal clear, and the aquatic plants at the bottom of the river swayed in the direction of the water flow. Through the dazzling green aquatic plants under the sun, one could vaguely see the white metal objects under the aquatic plants.

Is that the missing electron microscope?

Josie wanted to see more clearly, so she bent her knees and lowered her body weight, opened her eyes and looked carefully again.

It's really an electron microscope!

However, just when Josie straightened up and wanted to go back to the laboratory building to tell the police around the scene of the crime, she was hit hard on the back of the neck. She felt her eyes go dark, and before she completely lost consciousness, Poured into the river with all her strength, she knew that only in this way could she make a loud enough noise to attract the attention of the police.