[Comprehensive] Change the posture to solve the case

The weather in the UK is always unsettling, but the locals who are familiar with this kind of weather have become accustomed to it, and they are never disturbed by the weather at any time to do their own work.

And in such a drizzling weather, Sherlock, a native, managed to find something that made him feel less boring on a boring day. After receiving a call from Jasmine, he excitedly took a taxi to The morgue he frequented.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Jasmine Amber stared at Sherlock who opened the bag, with a look of unbearable expression, "I think we can change the corpse, the 67-year-old man who was just sent..."

"No, he's too old. If it wasn't delivered just now, maybe you can think about it." Sherlock bent his mouth coldly to express his satisfaction with the corpse, and there was a flash of anticipation of what was going to happen in the blue-green eyes. Then he seemed to think of something and glanced at Jasmine, took out the long-prepared riding whip from his pocket, pulled its toughness by the way, and nodded in satisfaction, "Next, let's have a Corpse Party."

"..."

As a forensic doctor who has the authority of this morgue, and has seen all kinds of unfortunate corpses, Jasmine Amber almost stretched out her hand and shouted to stop: "But his body has not been claimed yet, if his family If you find out..."

"No one will come to claim it."

"what?"

"I mean no one will come to claim a person who fled from abroad to avoid the limelight." Sherlock swept over the corpse with the verbena in his back hand, curled his lips, "It seems that he is still a habitual criminal."

Jasmine:? ? ?

Sherlock Holmes is like this, it only takes a few glances to see a person inside and out, even dead bodies.In front of him, everything is invisible.Even standing at a distance within reach of her hand, Jasmine still felt that there was an insurmountable gap between the two of them.

So before that, she really wanted to hear Sherlock's unparalleled super-speed commentary, explaining how to judge from the naked body that this was a habitual criminal fleeing abroad.

He opened his mouth and hadn't uttered any words yet. Sherlock, who couldn't wait to flog the corpse, probably didn't want to waste time on such useless explanations. He simply pushed Jasmine out of the morgue with one hand.

"Come in after the party."

That way, the body could be inspected for bruises after a twenty-minute wait, and his case was pretty much closed.

Then the next day seems to start to get boring again.

Thinking of this result, Sherlock couldn't help speeding up his whip swings, barely treating this exercise as physical exercise.

At the same time, Barala, who had already arrived in London and tasted what is said to be the most famous British cuisine on the local gourmet website, held the address in her hand, looked up at the gloomy building in front of her, narrowed her eyes, Muttering to himself: "It's here..."

The severed finger that she was still carrying in an ordinary plastic bag answered weakly, "Please tell me, why did I have to run non-stop to the morgues of various hospitals when I first came to London."

"Worship the mountain, you idiot." Greeting the doorman, Barala flicked the bag with a seasoned tone, and walked in without squinting, "Otherwise London is so big, how could I find your master? The eyeball of the driver who just died in the last hospital... Thames River/young man/severed finger, these labels can be the right identity of your owner, but you should pray that it is best to be a stranger, otherwise I will have to Take you and find another cold drink shop to buy ice cubes."

As she said that, she had already stepped into the elevator and pressed the floor number, "One more thing, I will also charge all the money for buying ice cubes to your master's account."

Severed finger: "...you can kill me."

Of course, Barala didn't care about the curse of severed fingers, anyway, it's not like she hasn't heard worse words.

Walking into this building, the corridors are a few degrees darker than the outside for no reason, and the coat stained with the drizzle in London makes Barala always feel uncomfortable with the dust.Carrying a plastic bag that rustled from time to time, she came to the mortuary floor and hadn't seen a few people along the way. When she was confused about the direction, she heard a crackling sound coming from not far away. Crackling.

Barala: "..."

Broken finger: "..."

Barala: "This is..."

Severed Finger: "Whip, I'm sure it's the sound of a whip."

Barala: "..."

Severed finger: "...Ah, it's really exciting. The sound of hitting the skin feels like my blood is about to burn."

Barala: "..."

Too lazy to argue with the trembling m and severed fingers, Barala saw a ponytail girl in a white coat standing in the direction of the sound, so she lifted her spirits and walked over.

"Hey, hello, I would like to ask if there is a young man who is newly transported here, oh, he is missing a middle finger on his hand." Adhering to the old saying of three-point smile when meeting each other, Barala's speech speed Not slow, but with a friendly smile.The reaction I got was indeed the frightened eyes of the ponytailed girl in a white coat.

Ponytail Eyeball: My God, the guy in there said the body was unclaimed.

Thumbs up in a ponytail: As I said, owners shouldn't trust this insecure guy.

Nose with ponytail: No way, love is always blind.

Seeing her reaction and the sound of all the organs in her body exclaiming in unison, the corners of Barala's mouth twitched slightly, and the smile on her face became more kind.

"Sherlock..." Jasmine stood at the window in a panic and looked at someone who was ruthlessly flogging the corpse inside, and then stood in front of Barala, trying to use her small body to cover up the behavior of the person inside, even in this large and In front of bright glass, this is useless.But when her eyes met this slender and charming woman, all the reasons she had thought up turned into stammering apologies.

"Actually, I'm really sorry. The records show that the corpse has not been claimed, so, so..."

Barala: ...

Through the glass, she could hear the violating sounds of those organs inside crying for their father and mother.

Well, worse than cursing her.

At this time, the severed finger who knew everything was not happy anymore, and screamed angrily: "Damn it, is it my master who whipped me in front of me? I want to sue you! Sue you!"

Hehe, let you go to secondary school again!Be punished!

Barala was a little gloating, but the expression on her face suddenly became very angry: "This is my friend, and you flog his body without authorization? I want to sue you! Sue you!"

The severed finger who was robbed of his lines: ...

Jasmine hastily apologized for this matter, "We thought he was a habitual offender who fled from abroad, and no one would come to claim him, so we did the experiment without authorization. We will terminate it immediately and make corresponding compensations." .”

As soon as the words fell, the sound of the whip inside disappeared.

And Barala's attention was all on her first sentence.

"Oh? A fugitive fleeing abroad? Is this your judgment?"

Barala doesn't believe that the thief who can steal a mysterious watch from the rich man's heavily guarded vault at the cost of losing a finger will easily reveal his identity as a wanderer.

"Do not……"

"It's my judgment." The voice came from the door. A man wearing a neat suit with one or two buttons undone at the collar of his shirt reveals a vaguely sexy collarbone. Read Barala again.

Almost seeing his emotionless eyes, Barala's goosebumps were about to explode, and she had a very bad premonition.

So Barala raised her chest and raised her head with the same [pretentious] expression on... her ears.

But soon she lost the battle. There was no other reason. The organs on this man's body spoke too fast...she couldn't keep up.

But I could vaguely hear a few sentences like "everyone is mentally retarded", "this world is so boring", "why aren't there more murders".

Barala: Why does she always encounter this kind of late secondary illness.

"This is a private detective, Sherlock Holmes." Jasmine hastily introduced, and reported her name by the way, "My name is Jasmine Amber, and I am a forensic doctor."

Barala: "..."

"You know us." Sherlock, who had been observing Barala, came to a conclusion without waiting for her reaction.

Barala: "..." What else could she say?

But Barala, who has seen countless dickier celebrities, has enough confidence to respond to him: "Yes! I know! It's thunderous!"

After finishing speaking, she temporarily blocked her skills, lest the great detective observe any clues.

Being admitted so confidently by Barala, Sherlock raised his eyelids a little more unexpectedly to look at this woman who was obviously not native, and exposed her lie by the way, "You and the corpse inside are at most just acquaintances, You're not friends at all, so why did you come here all the way?"

Jasmine looked at this well-dressed and bright-looking woman in disbelief, not knowing why she was lying.Obviously, she believed Sherlock's words [-]%.

Sure enough, it is the same as the legendary Yimao.

In the beginning, the excuse of fooling Jasmine was just Baralala's joke, but now she came to a conclusion after seeing the big detective, Barala smiled, and explained straight to the point: "I was asked by my employer to investigate a The theft case, the body that was ruthlessly ravaged by you is likely to be the object of my investigation. Let me introduce myself, my name is Barala, and I am also a detective. If you need help with any case, you can call the number on the business card. Now It’s a discount period for newcomers, and the price is easy to negotiate.”

After speaking, she took out two rose-gold metal business cards from her coat pocket and handed them to them.

Then, as if she remembered something, she took out the coupon she got in the restaurant just now from her pocket, and handed it to the silent detective.

"Authentic British cuisine, I believe you will like it if you are hungry all day."

In fact, Sherlock, who really forgot to eat today, pursed his lips, looked down at Barala, who was smiling and silent, and slightly changed a few words for this woman's label in his mind.

In fact, it hasn't changed much, it's just pulled back from the mentally retarded to the ranks of ordinary people.

Even in his memory palace, there are few who can be regarded as ordinary people.

And Jasmine was stunned for a few seconds by this very temperamental lady's ability to sell business with every stitch, and then hurriedly took it with both hands.Then he turned his head belatedly and asked, "Sherlock? Haven't you eaten today?"

"No." Sherlock answered this question briefly, and after Jasmine took it, he didn't say anything, and took the business card + coupon she handed over for the first time.

This flattered Barala, who knew a little about Sherlock Holmes.

"The two of you can eat together. This coupon is a set meal for two people." It was impossible to ignore the voice of Jasmine's organs clamoring for her master to ask Sherlock on a date, and Barala mentioned it smoothly.

Jasmine lowered her head in embarrassment, pretending to read her business card.

The business card is very delicate. For some reason, Jasmine always feels that this business card is quite dreamy, probably because of the color.

And Barala, who had a little prince in her heart, didn't care about their mood when they looked at the business card. Seeing that Sherlock had no doubts after listening to his explanation, the corner of his mouth curled up, and his eyes turned to the lovely Miss Jasmine.

"Now that I've finished my introduction, let's continue the topic we were talking about."

"Just now?" Jasmine was taken aback, forgetting what topic she just talked about.

Ba Lala smiled slightly, ignoring the heavy anger emanating from the bag in her hand, and said softly, "About the compensation for the destruction of corpses."

Jasmine: ...

severed finger: ...

I don't know that I still have a valuable corpse: ...