[Sherlock] The Rose and You

Mr. Whitson is 45 years old, and he is a gentle, polite and personable old man.It is probably because the Witson family's career has improved in recent years. His face has the pride and bearing unique to successful people, which adds a lot to his already handsome face.

But at this moment, no matter how good his demeanor was, he couldn't hide his pale face, which made it look like he had lost too much blood, but his calm face didn't look like he was seriously ill.

Even sitting in the interrogation room of the police station, Mr. Witson still looked indifferent and indifferent, which made Qiao Wei feel a little startled—whether she was sure or too scheming, and she could know that his wife After the news of his death, he didn't change his expression, even if he was pretending, he should still pretend to be sad.

Qiao Wei couldn't see any clues for a while, but she didn't intend to give up. Human nature has always been flawed and deficient, but some people choose to expose it, and some choose to hide it.

It's aroused her desire to challenge, Mr. Witherson.

Qiao Wei raised the corners of her mouth, whispered a few words to Zoya, and nodded firmly under Zoya's puzzled and unbelievable eyes.

"I see." Shaking his head helplessly, Zoya, who has always been pampering Qiao Wei, would never refuse her sister's request, so he walked away with some hesitant steps.

And after sending away Zoya, who is most familiar with Sylweene, Qiao Wei wanted to cheer excitedly——finally she could release a little bit of her nature——

"Officer Lestrade, please ask the other party a few questions at will." Ignoring the other party's puzzled eyes, Qiao Wei naturally directed the other party. Lestrade wanted to refuse, but found that in the other party's aura Come on, he can't say no at all!

Sure enough, just like what the teacher said, Qiao Wei's passive skill "Bad Qi" will only be automatically triggered when she is working——

"I see." The police officer was silent, finally unable to refuse.

Because this case involved death, Lestrade himself was the interrogator and recorder in the interrogation room in order to reflect the importance the authorities attached to this matter.

"Then, Mr. Witherson, the first question I want to ask you is—your relationship with your wife?"

The chaotic questioning method is really a police officer's forte.

"My relationship with Astana?" With a slight tilt of his head, Witsen showed a somewhat surprised expression. He obviously didn't react to the other party's question immediately, but he still thought about it seriously, and then replied, "It's a couple in name only."

Nameless?

Qiao Wei stared into Wetson's eyes for a moment, but found that when he mentioned his wife's name, there was an undisguised gentle light in his eyes, which was contrary to the noun he said.

Was he showing his emotions on purpose?Qiao Wei frowned.

Without stopping the pen, the police officer quickly asked the second question, "So, sir, can you tell me about your relationship with your wife?"

"Of course, if you think my question violates your privacy, you can choose not to answer." The police officer paused, then added.

"No." Mr. Witson smiled, and the smile on his face was full of affinity. At that moment, Qiao Wei's mind flashed, and she suddenly remembered the case a hundred years later——

Sacramento event.

But she has no evidence in her hand, and she can't even think of the relationship between the two, so Qiao Wei just took it as a momentary nervous twitch, and quickly ignored the memory that emerged in her mind.

"My wife and I have known each other for a long time, probably when we were in college. At that time, she was recognized by the students as the beauty of the school. She was very beautiful, but I don't know when it started. She actually said that she liked me, and she even took the initiative to chase me I also liked her very much at the time, so we were together not long after, but," Wetson had a bitter smile on his face, "it didn't take long for me to discover that between me and my wife, she is always the one who takes the initiative. That one, I can't stand it."

"The legendary sad love story of a man with machismo and a woman with a strong desire to control" - Listening to Witson's explanation, Qiao Wei twitched her mouth and silently wiped away the emptiness of blood on her face .

"So you separated?" After finishing the pen, Lestrade looked up at the other party. He didn't have such thoughts as Qiao Wei in his heart. It was probably because the brain circuits of men and women were different, so what he paid attention to was Wetson. motivation.

"Yes."

"Last question, sir, when was the last time you and your wife met?" Lestrade put away the notebook, he felt that there was no need to write it down anymore, so many questions, a little valuable nothing.

"About a month ago. We met again that day at Mrs. Gervie's ball." Witherson lowered his head so that no one could see the expression on his face. "She was very beautifully dressed that day. I still remember her wearing That beautiful blue dress I bought for her myself a few years ago."

"I thought she was trying to save our relationship, but she just slapped me and ran away."

"I was a little embarrassed by her indiscriminate behavior, but fortunately my main purpose that day was business, not the dance."

"In the busy work, I quickly forgot about this matter until today." Witsen raised his head and looked directly at the two people in front of him. The dim lights of the interrogation room shone on his delicate body. On his face, he was extremely determined, "I don't know what's going on, but I hope you will find the murderer who killed my wife, please."

"Of course." Qiao Wei replied with a slight smile, "After all, it has never been my habit to let murderers go unpunished."

"Thank you then." Witson nodded, and then stopped talking, and the interrogation room suddenly entered a stagnant atmosphere.

"Mr. Whitson, you can choose not to answer the question I'm going to ask you next, but I want you to answer it."

"Do you love your wife?" The girl was smiling, her eyes were clean ice blue, but at the moment they were full of concentration, as if she was really curious about this question.

Witsen was taken aback, as if he didn't expect the other party to ask such a question, but he was silent for a while, before replying, "I used to love."

"I'm done asking my questions." Qiao Wei spread her hands, and as expected, she received Lestrade's expression of "Don't come here for your nonsense", and was dragged out by the other party without a good look.

"I know what you want to ask."

The girl rubbed her pinched arm, and then explained, "As you have seen, if you only interrogate Mr. Witson in a short time, you will not get any results, so I asked my brother to investigate something, or Say, go get some evidence."

"Of course, I will also tell you the news, but the investigation can only be done by yourself."

"My suggestion is, Mr. Lestrade, the direction of your investigation should point to Vampire Temple."

"Some unclean things are buried under such unreasonableness."

The author has something to say: In fact, the first five and a half chapters are written a few years ago, only Chapter 6 is written now. Speaking of it, Ni Meng said that my writing has not regressed QAQ