[Comprehensive] 100 ways to fight criminals

Luke's yelling echoed throughout the police station, and beside him was a lawyer with a serious face and looked very unfriendly.

"You are Sherlock Holmes?" He walked up to Sherlock and looked up and down with contemptuous eyes. "It seems that you haven't realized the seriousness of the matter. At this time, I should have signed the contract with the client in the conference room. £500 million contract!"

As he spoke, Coster's servant and a young man entered.Her name is Harriet, and she has been working in Coster's home since she was young, and she has always been loyal. The key to the apartment does not even have the wife of the deceased, but she is the only one who has the qualifications to come and go freely.

It seems that because of excessive grief, her bark-like complexion is a little haggard, and the furrowed wrinkles on her face are getting deeper.

"Good morning, officer."

Harriet's attitude was extremely humble. She bowed slightly and almost stumbled and fell. The man hurriedly supported her and sat on a chair beside her.

Song Yiqiao asked worriedly, "Are you okay?"

"Trouble you, my body is not feeling well recently..."

She sighed, her voice so old that it didn't look like it.

"You are--"

The man smiled. His skin was very rough and he could see sunburn. It looked like he should have been working in the sun a lot.

"My name is Joseph, and I came with my mother."

Song Yiqiao nodded friendly.

Sherlock walked up to him, with a rare trace of gentleness on his usually arrogant face: "Please, please come in and have a private talk with me, Madam."

"What do you mean? Are there some unspeakable things to hide from us?"

The lawyer couldn't bear to see Luke's intransigence, so he whispered a few words in his ear before calming him down.Sherlock directly ignored his provocative words, and Song Yiqiao understood that it wasn't because he didn't dare to provoke him, but because he simply didn't bother to respond.

In Sherlock's eyes, he is no different from a pile of garbage.

The waiting process is always long, especially when staying with someone like Luke, it almost makes her want to punch the past to quiet the world every minute.

No, the world is so beautiful, but she is so irritable, it's not good, it's not good...

Finally, under the eager eyes of several police officers and Song Yiqiao, Sherlock came out first.He took Harriet's arm with one hand and settled her on the chair, but nothing could be seen from his expression alone.

"Sherlock!"

Officer Lestrade stepped forward and asked anxiously, "Is there any progress?"

"I know who the murderer is."

As soon as Sherlock's words came out, everyone showed shocked expressions.

"Who is it?" Song Yiqiao couldn't help asking first.

"Mr. Luke, what do you think?"

"How do I know!" Luke was furious, "I tell you! If you can't produce evidence, my lawyer will sue you to bankruptcy!"

"That night, a man arrived at Coste's apartment in the dark. He should be very familiar with the work and rest of the owner of the villa. He sneaked in while Coste was taking a bath, lurking somewhere in the room. When Coste went downstairs and planned to lie on the sofa Sitting for a while, or while reading a book, this ghost appeared from behind and took his life."

"What nonsense! How can I have the key to the villa!"

"With the financial resources that Mr. Luke can do a big business of 500 million pounds in a few minutes, getting the key is a piece of cake."

Sherlock's expression was extremely mocking.

"You! Where is the evidence?"

"I have already confronted Mrs. Harriet. You were in that apartment last Sunday morning. Why did you hide the fact?"

"I went to negotiate a contract with him, but I'm not at the scene of the crime." Luke pulled his lips and said with a sneer, "Is this what you do?"

Sherlock continued to speak slowly: "From the analysis of the wounds of the deceased, the murderer fired two shots. What does this mean? One is that the murderer and the deceased were acquaintances, and he was afraid of being seen. His pupils left an image of the deceased's face. The second is that the mental quality of the deceased was not strong. Judging from the situation at the time, the first shot hit the heart accurately, Coster almost died on the spot, but was shot again, Mr. Luke, which one do you think is in line with you?"

"You want to use words to lure me, hmph, young man, I've been in the mall for so many years, I've seen all kinds of tricks, and I'm still afraid of your language offensive?"

Luke's expression was full of arrogance: "If you can't find any evidence today, I will definitely send you to prison!"

Sherlock didn't answer, but turned his gaze to Harriet: "Ma'am, did you notice the abnormality before you opened the door in the morning?"

"Yes, a ring fell on the ground. I don't know who it is. It looks very valuable. I plan to put it away and ask Mr. Coster, who would have thought of..."

"As it happens, the fingerprints on the ring are enough to find out the real culprit."

"Then give it a try!" Luke almost laughed out loud, "Isn't it absurd to convict with just one ring! Where did you find a homeless man to replace it?"

"It's not just the ring, there is a black mark on the wall of the living room, which turned out to be soot. I guess the murderer hid secretly by the wall to avoid Coster's sight, but his life should not be rich, and he didn't even have a choice for a coat. room……"

Luke's face was a little subtle, and he sneered: "Then it's even more irrelevant to me."

Joseph, who was standing quietly on the side, suddenly changed his face, and suddenly pointed at Luke and shouted angrily: "You can't hurt me like this!"

This incident stunned everyone.

"What nonsense are you talking about!"

Luke stared at him with a very irritable attitude: "Where did you come from, you dare to point fingers at me!"

"Obviously you said that you want me to help you kill Coster, you can..."

"Shut up! You're crazy!"

"No, I want to say it, officers and gentlemen, he hired me to kill Mr. Coster, so that he can get a lot of money! I have evidence. For insurance, I specially recorded it to prevent them from cheating! "

Luke was really angry now, and yelled, "You bloody idiot! Shut up!"

He wanted to say something, but was stopped by the lawyer, who stared at Sherlock seriously and said, "Mr. Luke has the right to remain silent, please be careful with your words, I will record them all for future use."

"Are you going to frame it?" Joseph sneered, "I'm not stupid."

Sherlock said coldly: "You are really stupid, the ring is just a lie, and Mrs. Harriet is just cooperating."

Joseph's expression froze instantly, his lips trembled, and he said in disbelief, "Then how did you know that my ring was lost?"

"Your expression is uneasy. Even if you try to pretend to be calm, you can't hide your anxiety. You are still inadvertently rubbing the knuckles of the ring finger of your right hand. A clear white mark shows that the ring has been worn for a long time, and the ring is lost. What is the reason for the anxiety? I think you know it in your heart."

"As for why I came here, I'm afraid I have a ghost in my heart. I'm afraid of revealing the murderer's identity. At the same time, I'm worried about Luke's cunning and cunning. I'm right."

"you!"

Joseph suddenly became angry and made a gesture to take out the gun from his arms. Song Yiqiao stood beside him, and before he could get angry, he directly elbowed his chin hard, and when the other party cried out in pain, he grabbed his arm and pressed it to the ground. On the ground, with his knees against his back, Joseph didn't even have the strength to fight back.

She snatched the gun and raised it up, no matter how much the opponent struggled, she would not move.

"Sir, please don't carry dangerous items with you, it will kill you."

Joseph struggled for a while, and finally gave up.He allowed himself to be handcuffed, stood up in embarrassment, but saw a pair of teary eyes.

"Why? Why are you doing this?"

Mrs. Harriet walked forward with a stiff face, as if she had aged a few years in an instant.

"me……"

Before he could say a word, his mother slapped him decisively, and the crisp sound silenced the entire hall.

"Joseph, you are so wrong."

……

Joseph was taken away, and Luke could not escape the punishment of the law. It seemed to be a happy ending for all.But Song Yiqiao felt sad when he thought of Madam Harriet's sad expression.

Who is happy in this case?

Sherlock glanced at her indiscriminately, saw Song Yiqiao's distraught appearance, and opened his mouth lightly.

"Women are sensitive by nature and are easily influenced, which is why detectives rarely have women." He stared straight ahead, with no ups and downs in his tone, "If you often have emotions such as sympathy and sadness because of the case, My advice, then, is that you'd better stay away from the truth. The world likes to deceive itself."

Her mood was surprisingly much better, and she followed quickly: "What about Mr. Holmes? You shouldn't be affected by emotions, right?"

"Miss Song, I am still a human being after all. It is impossible to abandon emotions. I have reservations about your education level."

Song Yiqiao: "..."

This is embarrassing...

Today it was rare to go back to Baker Street with Sherlock all the way in peace. To Song Yiqiao's surprise, he could still strike up a conversation when the other party didn't activate the taunting skills.She has always been very interested in Sherlock's deductive method, so she just took the opportunity to ask. Although the other party showed an expression of indifference, he still explained the process to her in a simple but understandable way.

When I finally met Mrs. Hudson, the expression on her face was subtle.

Song Yiqiao knew that she must have misunderstood again.

She hurried home after an embarrassing goodbye.Caroline was already at work, and the room was empty. Taking advantage of the good mood, Song Yiqiao wrote a few stories about Policeman A and Detective H, and watched them several times through the screen.

Recently, the kung fu of One Finger Zen has reached its peak.

Unknowingly in the afternoon, Song Yiqiao realized that Caroline seemed to be coming back a little late. When she was thinking about whether to make a phone call, there was a knock on the door.

Song Yiqiao leaned over the cat's eyes and saw that it was Caroline, so he couldn't help being a little puzzled.She opened the door and asked, "Did you lose your key..."

"Joe."

Caroline quickly closed the door, her face was pale, and her clothes were a little messy.Her expression was very strange, ranging from fear, anger, tension and despair, her voice was almost choked.

"You have to help me! Otherwise I'm going to die!"

Song Yiqiao's heart skipped a beat, she held Caroline's hand, trying to calm her down first, but was startled by the ice-like temperature.

"What happened? Don't worry, I will definitely not sit idly by!"

"I……"

Caroline swallowed her dry throat and looked at her in despair.

"I seem to have killed someone."

The room was dead silent.