[Sherlock] The Rose and You

Putting her hands together in front of her chest, Qiao Wei prayed devoutly, "May the Lord bless me. Amen."

Although the police officer is arrogant, he is not too stupid. At this moment, he reacted from the dead state that Qiao Wei imitated, "Jesus?"

"A small negligence reveals the truth," Qiao Wei said slowly, "Dare to paint wantonly in the Bible, which shows that Astana does not respect Jesus, so why did she do this at such an important moment of dying?" gesture?"

The girl looked mocking, "Because Jesus was resurrected on the third day after his death, and this stupid girl believed that she would wake up in three days."

"So Miss Astana didn't commit suicide." Qiao Wei staggered to the side of the corpse, and then under Zoya's eyes of "No, no, no, no, no", she leaned closer to look at the peaceful corpse.

"There is a faint fishy smell at the corner of the mouth, and the face is calm. No matter how you look at it, it looks like suicide?" Qiao Wei sneered at the corner of her mouth, "But, Mr. Lestrade, do you remember what I told you?"

"Sacrifice needs to be voluntary."

"In this world, only real temptations and illusions can make people go to death voluntarily and without regret."

"Brother, do you remember what I asked you to check?" Qiao Wei looked back at him, and Zoya nodded, "Although it was kept a secret, Witson did buy a batch of poppies recently."

Poppy juice has a light fishy smell.

The police officer reacted immediately.

"You mean..." He frowned. If that's the case, Waiterson is faking it too much.

"No, no, no, I didn't say that." The girl shook her head, her expression was pure, her jade-like eyes were full of malice, like uncut jade embedded in the dust, it was a pity.

"Although there is no conclusive evidence, I am sure that Miss Astana is the real cause." Seeing the police officer bewildered, the girl pulled out another book from the cabinet. The book should be quite old , but it was preserved very carefully, and even the small folds of the pages were smoothed out.

"Has Mr. Lestrade read "Faust"? The tragedy of love between Faust and Marguerite is a reflection and negation of the egoistic philosophy of pursuing narrow personal happiness and hedonism."

"In addition to being a devout and paranoid vampire believer, Mrs. Withersen is also an extreme sharer."

Qiao Wei laughed, "She fell into what she thought was heaven, and hoped that Witson would be with him. Unfortunately, Witson didn't want to. But love made her blind, and faith made her crazy. In the end, they could only get hurt together."

The two young police officers had already followed Lestrade's orders and escorted Wetson. During the conversation between Qiao Wei and Lestrade, Wetson had been very calm and couldn't be calmer. There was no trace on his face. The expression, as if he doesn't care at all about being the object of conversation.

Suddenly stopped talking, Qiao Wei didn't speak, just looked straight at him, the police officer who was still checking the corpse didn't know why, so it was not easy to intervene, the hut became quiet for a moment, and a kind of depression was slowly brewing.

Sure enough, Watson couldn't take it anymore.

"I don't know why you called me over?" He asked lightly.

"I don't know if the injury on the master's body is okay?" Qiao Wei slowly opened the book in her hand, as if asking casually, "After all, it's not easy for you to be the blood donor of a bloodthirsty person."

Qiao Wei assured God that she really did not gloat.

"What do you know?" There was fleeting surprise in the corner of his eyes, but Qiao Wei knew that this was the real surprise.He showed disdain for his questioning, but it just showed that her question touched the other person's pain.

"Did I say something wrong?"

"You are obsessed with the smell of poppies, and she is obsessed with the smell of your blood." She held the books in her hands devoutly, as if reciting a spell, "Tell me, why do you want to help your lovely little wife to die? "

Her answer was only silence.

"It doesn't matter if you don't say it," she smiled cleanly, like a child who got her favorite candy, "I already know, the judge of heresy. You are also a member of Vampire Temple, let me guess, It should be at the top, otherwise, you would not have allowed you to shield her for so long."

"You who are struggling in love and faith are just a poor man."

"The slap at the ball was because you rejected her invitation to sacrifice together. She was disappointed, but still insisted on offering sacrifices."

"So Whitson helped her?" Lestrade finally found a gap to interject. He frowned and looked at Whitson, as if seeing a heinous sinner.

"Do not."

This time it was Whitson himself who answered. "I didn't help her."

"You helped her." Qiao Wei said.

"Did you forget that dagger? You inserted it yourself, Mr. Lefty. Don't ask me why I saw it. You were careless. You accidentally used it when you opened the door and took what the police officer gave you. , are left-handed."

"If she committed suicide, then the angle of the knife entering her body should be from top to bottom, but the knife was from bottom to top. Her face was calm but a little surprised, indicating that she had foreseen her own end, but It was you who gave her a crucial knife during her sacrifice, which made her completely unexpected."

"The knife shines from the left side, indicating that the left side is more forceful, but the lady is also left-handed, you see, all the pages of the book are marked from the left side.

In this way, if it is suicide, the knife should be able to flash on the right side. "

"You don't understand!"

"I was forced!" Witson finally couldn't maintain his gentlemanly demeanor, and his face became grim. "I have already driven her out, but she still doesn't give up. She wants to sacrifice herself and gain eternal life. Drain my blood!"

"You don't understand how she wants to protect you." Qiao Wei jumped off the stool. She was not tall, and probably only reached Wetson's shoulders, but at that moment, it gave Wetson a chill down his spine. "Sir, do you know that everything I said just now was waiting for you to admit that it was you who did it. That is to say, what I said just now," she looked up and smiled, "almost all of it was false, but it happened by chance Deliberately speculate based on your inducement."

"You're addicted to drugs, aren't you?" She approached him, "Astana sacrificed himself not to gain eternal life, but to seek a chance to purify you and free you from drug pollution, great ancestor How could she accept an heir who was contaminated by poppies? She wanted your blood because, using your blood as a guide, she voluntarily sacrificed instead of you, which is why she passed away peacefully. I have to say, although She is a crazy believer, but she loves you so much that I am shocked."

"And the smell of poppies...you should have a deep understanding of it yourself. How can a person who has been infected with poppies for a long time still maintain his graceful body shape?"

"She has calculated a lot of steps, in order to take your sins by herself."

The author has something to say: Let me mention here that some of the information about this vampire church is true, but similarly, some of it is my fiction. After all, it is a novel. Then, I set this organization as hostile to Sherlock. The group of people is a group (forgot the name), and it will be introduced later. In short, this is a novel, historical details or something, don’t take it too seriously ╮(╯▽╰)╭