[Comprehensive] 100 ways to fight criminals

Before Anderson questioned him, he looked at the deceased's wife, Mrs. Henry, and asked an inexplicable question: "Is there something wrong with your husband's carelessness?"

Mrs. Henry stopped crying. Although she didn't know why she asked this question, she still answered with a choked voice: "...Yes, he is in a hurry, and he always forgets things when he goes to work."

"That's right." Sherlock went down a few steps, and only his extremely fast voice echoed in the huge room, "Now let's think about the scene you described at that time. Your husband got up early, You went downstairs first. When you were about to prepare breakfast after washing, you suddenly heard a panicked cry. You rushed to the stairs and saw Mr. Henry lying on the ground with blood on his head, unconscious. That’s right , remember the scene when you went down the stairs?"

"I... I roughly remember..."

"Can you recall how you got down there?"

Anderson couldn't hold back: "What does this have to do with the case?"

"To shut up!"

Sherlock was not at all polite, and succeeded in silencing him.

"I don't remember the specific situation...I was very flustered at the time, so I rushed downstairs, and then...then I found out that he was out of breath..."

"Then you called the police?" Anderson looked suspicious, "Why didn't you call an ambulance? Even if he fell down by himself, he didn't necessarily die on the spot. Are you so sure that your husband is dead? Also, What accounts for the extra wax on the fourth step?"

The wooden stairs are regularly waxed for maintenance, but after surveying the scene, it was found that the wax on the fourth floor from top to bottom was obviously thicker than usual-this is the real culprit that caused the deceased to fall.

The chances of inadvertent slipping and falling are too great.

"I really don't know... I'm telling the truth..."

Mrs. Henry cried again, shaking her head and said vaguely: "After seeing that scene, I was terrified... What should I do? I didn't know anything, I was very scared, so I dialed in a daze Call the police..."

Obviously, being a full-time wife with a good life for a long time, she can't stand the shock and shock at all. The appearance of crying pear blossoms in the rain embarrasses the male police present, including the culprit Anderson.

"Mrs. Henry, can you keep calm first?" He coughed dryly.

Sherlock said suddenly, "It was waxed by the deceased himself."

"what?"

Not only the police officers present, but even Mrs. Henry was stunned, looking at him with blurred eyes.

"The wax is uneven, the edges are rough, and there are residual traces stuck on the wall. The housewife who has been doing housework for a long time is skilled and will not smear it like a child."

"Then what if she did it on purpose?"

Sherlock turned his impatient eyes to the questioner: "Look carefully at the pant legs of the deceased."

Anderson squatted down reluctantly, still muttering and complaining: "Huh, the guy who plays mysteries...Huh?"

The police officer next to him asked, "What clues did you find?"

"Traces of wax."

Regarding the case, he also became serious, pointing to a place to signal: "Look, there is solidified wax two inches from the bottom of the trousers. If you don't look carefully, you won't find it at all."

Song Yiqiao was mostly overwhelmed by Sherlock's reasoning methods, and couldn't help but asked aloud: "What if he accidentally stuck on him when he was going down the stairs? The deceased is thin and small, and the trouser legs may be a little longer."

Sherlock glanced at her: "Not bad, but the glued wax won't be so thick, you can check the shape and drip it unintentionally to create this effect."

"In this case, things are very strange." Anderson stood up, frowning, "The deceased painted wax and let himself fall down the stairs. What exactly was he going to do? It was because life was difficult to maintain, and accidental death was designed The illusion of leaving insurance money for his wife?"

"That's interesting, maybe you should write fantasy novels."

Sherlock looked tired of being defeated by the image of Anderson's imbecility, and pushed out the whole case: "Looking up, with the head facing the stairs, it means that he fell from above, and there are scratches on the railing, which are the unconsciousness of the deceased after slipping. The traces left by the struggle were not intentional death. The reason why he did this was because he had an affair, which gave birth to the idea of ​​murdering his wife. Of course, it was for the insurance money—his wife’s insurance money."

"Affair? You..."

"Recklessness can cost a person's life, you should be careful." Sherlock interrupted him, his gray eyes flashing with ironic coldness, "Hands that haven't worn rings for many years, and the smell of cheap perfume on the coat and The smell of alcohol...he was too careless."

"The night before, Mr. Henry, who came back from his lover's place in the middle of the night and was still drunk, finally decided to plan an accident. He clearly understood that his wife was always in a hurry when she went downstairs in the morning, so an invisible step was enough. In order to avoid being caught He found that he didn't dare to turn on the light, but did all this in the dark. Excitement, nervousness, guilty conscience... These emotions tossed him all night, and it took him a long time to fall asleep. When he opened his eyes the next day, he found that it was almost time for work At that moment, he ran downstairs in a panic, but forgot the trap he had set, and the trick of fate happened at this moment."

As Sherlock expected, then, some police officers found Henry's gloves buried in the lawn, with dried wax sticking to them.They contacted Melissa, who had been in frequent contact with Henry recently, a girl from a strip club. After some interrogation, the timid woman was in a daze and directly confessed the whole thing.

It was she who gave Henry the idea, and Henry promised that she would share half of the insurance money.

The truth came out.

Sherlock glanced at the clock hanging on the wall, and said to himself in relief: "Finally, it's the boring noon."

Song Yiqiao: "..."

Sherlock didn't care about what others thought. While the police officers were still dealing with it, he walked to the door in two or three steps, stopped suddenly, turned around and said to Mrs. Henry, "Listen to Mrs. Hudson Say, your baby is two months old."

The voice was not high, and the surrounding policemen didn't pay attention to it. Only Mrs. Henry's face turned pale in an instant, and she stared at him blankly.

"you……"

Sherlock didn't say much anymore, and went out instead, just in time to meet Song Yiqiao face to face.Song Yiqiao looked up at him, then retreated to the wall to make way.

She didn't want to be ridiculed again.

Sherlock's footsteps paused, and he passed her uncomfortable gaze again before striding away.

"..."

If there is a chance, she must beat this bastard up!

At this time, the system prompt sounded suddenly.

[You have watched the entire case process, and the reward of 100 pounds has been transferred to the account, please pay attention to check.

The third step of the novice task, please write a qualified article and publish it in the "Baker Street Newspaper" to gain the initial trust of your superiors. 】……

The next morning, Watson took a sip of the fragrant coffee and picked out a random newspaper from the pile of messy newspapers on the table to read. Now he would occasionally read newspapers like Sherlock to spend a good breakfast time.

"Ok?"

He let out a surprise, which attracted the keen eyes of the man at the opposite table.

"Why didn't you tell me about a case you solved yesterday?" Watson suddenly laughed when he saw a certain point, with a hint of gloating, "Editor... Joe, buddy, this gentleman seems to have a problem with you."

Sherlock suddenly lost interest, looked away, and hummed noncommittally.

People who disagree with him may not be able to line up the whole street, but they are just a group of human beings whose IQ is not online, which is not painful to Sherlock.

"Hey, listen to this passage."

Watson was unwilling to let go of the rare good opportunity to tease him, cleared his throat and read: "There is a famous Chinese writer named Qian Zhongshu. In his book "Fortress Besieged", there is such a sentence: "Most love is not love." Those who succeed either suffer from the boredom of getting married, or suffer from the sadness of not being able to get married.' The only bit of tenderness of Henry and his wife stays in the besieged city. It is a case that people who are already in the city should think about and reflect on. However, a person like Mr. Sherlock Holmes may never have the opportunity to suffer from this in his life."

Sherlock was not annoyed, and while quickly scanning the news in the newspaper, he said lightly: "Maybe her idea is correct."

"she?"

Lily and her husband have lived in this apartment for more than ten years. Due to the lack of sperm of her husband and her poor health, she has not had children for so many years.

However, their relationship did not cause a rift.

——Lily always thinks so wishfully.

God still cares for his believers. Their years of icy marriage finally turned around. When she came back from the hospital with the medical certificate, she could not restrain the smile on her lips. She hurriedly shared the good news with the wives of the neighbors. .

Great, Henry should change his mind if he said he was pregnant with a child.

Lily couldn't sleep all night, thinking over and over again of the happy family scene, when she suddenly heard the sound of her husband opening the door.Barefoot, she sneaked out of the bedroom door, intending to surprise Henry. At this moment, she was shocked to find that Henry was squatting on the stairs and wiping something.

The man under the moonlight had a terrifying expression, and he muttered something like "Kill, money".

She pursed her lips tightly, her face was pale, and she watched helplessly as a thick layer of wax was applied to the fourth step.

If I didn't know it and rushed downstairs to make breakfast like I used to, I would definitely roll down the stairs.children also...

The next day, Lily got up pretending to be ignorant. When she heard the other person coming downstairs, she purposely cried out in pain: "Honey!"

"What's the matter?" Henry walked upstairs slowly and asked impatiently.

"My foot, my foot is twisted, call the doctor quickly..."

He froze for a moment, then said abruptly, "Should we go downstairs first?"

Lily's heart thumped, and she sank until she reached the bottomless lake.She touched her lower abdomen indiscriminately, and said slowly: "My feet hurt so much, you should see a doctor first!"

Henry understood that the plan should not work, and waved his hands irritably: "Okay, okay, you sit here first."

After speaking, he left the bedroom without looking back.

Behind him, Lily also followed to the corridor. Seeing her husband reached the third step and was about to take a step, she suddenly yelled down: "I'm pregnant!"

"what……"

Henry turned around in astonishment, but his foot accidentally stepped on the ground. The next second, he screamed and thumped a few times before falling down the stairs.

Lily stared at him blankly, as if trying to reassure her, she pressed her hand on her warm belly.

With excessive blood loss and a severe blow to the head, Henry quickly lost his breath.She stood aside in silence for a while, took out her mobile phone and called the emergency number. Henry was judged to have died on the spot.The interrogation by the police officer who came over immediately almost made her miss the truth. Fortunately, Mr. Sherlock Holmes who lived nearby defended her, and the case turned for the better.

Those gray eyes glanced casually at Lily's lower abdomen, and if she meant something, it meant that the other party had already understood everything.

Yes, she is indeed not the murderer.

But it gave Henry a fatal blow.