[Comprehensive] Today is also proving to Sherlock that I am a traveler

In a short moment, many things can happen.At that moment, all the shots in the eyes were slowed down countless times.

She saw that Old Field was unstable, his crutches flew out of his hands a few feet, and landed heavily on the grass, while he fell backwards and rolled uncontrollably from the low steps of the garden, hitting his head on the ground. The bright red that blooms and the evergreen grass green form an extreme contrast.

Not far away, the long ringing of church bells could be heard faintly, and the long twelve rings were like the mourning of a death knell.

……

She hurriedly took out her mobile phone and dialed the emergency number.

"Hello, this is Field Manor at 244 Vickera Street. An old man slipped down the stairs. It's urgent. Please come quickly."

"The man should be dead. The back of his head hit a rock and was almost pierced. It's useless for you to call the ambulance." Sherlock walked over while talking, checking the old Field who didn't know whether he was alive or dead.

"Indeed, the person is dead. You can call the funeral home." He spread his hands, looking a little pity.

She stood there for a long time before she came to her senses and walked slowly to Old Field's body.

This was the first time in five years of her life that she witnessed a death with her own eyes.From the moment of birth to death, she could see clearly, but she was powerless to stop it.

"Is it really dead?" She asked softly.

Sherlock didn't notice that there was something wrong with her expression, and the corners of his eyebrows and eyes showed excitement, "Of course, the stone hit the back of the head directly, the central nervous system was damaged, and he was directly brain dead. Krista, did you see the moss on the sole of his shoe?" There are also on the steps over there. But the moss marks on the soles of his shoes are obviously not just stained. Someone deliberately created the illusion that he slipped when he stepped on the moss."

"Krista, we're witnessing a murder right before my eyes!"

"I don't think now is the time to care about these things." Her expression under her long hair was almost condensed, and she couldn't agree with Sherlock's mentality of only caring about the case.

"Oh? Is it possible that we still have to cry over his dead body to express our condolences, and then read the Bible for him, and ask God to bless him from going to hell after his death?" Sherlock looked down at Old Field's death, and said in a mocking way The tone responded.

Christa shook her head, "Sherlock, I just think you lack a little respect for life."

As a genius, any quirk is understandable.But Sherlock's indifference to the point of almost no human empathy made her feel...terrible.

"Isn't the best way to be in awe of life to find the murderer and let the dead go to see God?... This expression... Before he died, he saw something that frightened him, which caused him to fall from the steps in shock, and his head fell directly. It fell on this pile of stones. Why did this pile of stones appear here? Because this gravel road is being repaired, and these stones are raw materials."

But your reason for finding a murderer is not to put the dead in peace.

Knowing that she couldn't talk to Sherlock, Christa could only remind her, "The sentence I just yelled was a bit loud, and someone will come over soon. I think we may not be able to explain why we appeared later. it's here."

She had no illusions about Sherlock's ability to explain.

The two of them could be regarded as illegal entry, and after being discovered by the owner, they killed each other angrily.This is the explanation that best fits the situation at hand.

"Three minutes have passed since you shouted that sentence. Judging from the distance from the garden to the main house, if someone heard it, they should have come here long ago."

"Also, I can fully prove that you are not the murderer in this case." Sherlock glanced at her.

The sentence she yelled in panic just now was actually not loud, her subconsciousness prevented her from making too high a voice.But apparently she didn't realize it herself.

She shows too many inconsistencies that don't fit her identity.

This man seemed more interesting than all the cases he had encountered.

Why do you want me to prove my innocence! Isn't it clear at a glance which of the two of us looks more dangerous!

Christa rubbed her forehead, "You said Old Field died of murder, then I'll call Scotland Yard to report the crime first."

"Those stupid goldfish will just conclude it was an accidental death."

"At least their investigation is more legal than ours."

"It's up to you, I'll find the murderer before they come." Sherlock walked up the steps, bent down and picked up the green moss on the steps with his fingers. "Sure enough, the murderer made the mark where Old Field slipped and fell on the moss, but the mark was too clumsy. Obviously, a thin woman with a height between 170 and 175 centimeters could leave it..."

Having said that, he raised his head with bright eyes, "How tall is Aisha Field?"

"I looked at the clothes in her closet in her apartment before. About... 170 centimeters?" She said with some uncertainty.

"Sherlock, I think we should tell other people in the manor first that something happened to Mr. Field."

What on earth are these two outsiders who have nothing to do with the master doing here! Why didn't they inform the master first! Christa, who finally realized what was wrong, looked down at Old Field's ferocious face, feeling desperate.

"You're right." Sherlock took two steps back, cleared his throat, and shouted, "Is anyone there? Something happened to Mr. Field!"

The little girl Christa, who was about to report the crime to Scotland Yard, was so frightened by his words that she almost dropped her mobile phone.

... Forgive me for being ignorant and ignorant, for not being able to keep up with the thinking of geniuses.

After a while, the sound of chaotic footsteps came from far to near, and the deacon and several maids rushed over.

Seeing the two of them, the deacon was obviously taken aback.

Christa, who was standing next to the old Mr. Field's body, silently closed her mobile phone, and said in a mournful tone, "Sherlock and I wanted to go around the manor and go to the Reliphin restaurant behind, but we didn't expect to pass by. I saw Mr. Field slipping down the steps when I saw the back door. Sherlock was worried and jumped over the wall on impulse."

"I'm sorry for our rudeness. I've called the emergency department just now, but Mr. Field seems to be..."

The old deacon staggered, shocked and sad at the same time, but quickly calmed down, turned around and said to several young maids, "Nancy, go and ask the lady to come over. Others go to their own work and don't talk about the master." family business."

Then, he bowed to Sherlock and Christa, "Please allow me to thank you for your kindness on behalf of Mr. and Miss Aisha. But I hope you can stay for a while to help us deal with this sad accident .”

To put it bluntly is to doubt them.Krista shook her phone, "Do you want to call the police?"

"Wait until Miss Aisha comes over later to make a decision."

Hearing this, Christa lowered her head and recalled where Old Field stood before her death.If it is said that he was greatly frightened before he died, then the direction he was facing at that time was...

She calculated and turned her gaze away.It was probably a bedroom or something. The floor-to-ceiling windows let out the thin October sunlight in London, and the furnishings inside the room could be vaguely seen.

Ordinarily, there is nothing scary about it.

The location Sherlock chose to climb over the wall is a blind spot for surveillance, but it is also a blind spot for sightlines, from which you can only see the situation near the steps.The rooms farther away were shaded by low logs from which nothing could be seen.

Christa sighed in her heart, and her aimless gaze fell on the crutch that flew out of Field's hand.

Sherlock had gone to pick up the wooden crutch.He reached out and touched the bottom, and it was slightly slippery.

Oil?

"Mr. Holmes!" The deacon frowned upon seeing his movements, "Please don't move the scene."

Mr. Holmes, who had found the clue, put down his crutch obediently.

"Uncle Garner, what's wrong with my dad?" Aisha Field hurriedly passed through the corridor.She seemed to have been hurriedly woken up from the bed by a maid. She was still wearing pajamas, her hair was disheveled, and she was wearing a pair of slippers.

This is a very beautiful girl, even if she has no image, she can't hide the exquisite facial features. She has light golden hair scattered on the back of her head, and her blue eyes are like luxurious opals embedded in it.

Grace is better than drawing three points.

"Miss, according to Mr. Holmes and the lady, the old gentleman slipped down the steps. The ambulance will arrive shortly after. But the sir may..." His unsaid meaning was obvious.He said again, "Do you want to call the police now?"

Aisha looked at the two of them, the thin young man was staring at her with sharp eyes; the younger girl lowered her head, unable to see her face clearly.

She hesitated for a moment, "Report it, but don't make a fuss."

"Sit down in the living room, both of you. The police may ask you something, so don't be nervous. Mr. Holmes, I heard from my father that you are an excellent detective. I believe in your kindness and justice."

"Uncle Garner, you go to rest first. I'm waiting for the ambulance here."

Christa and Sherlock looked at each other and nodded.

"Of course, I'm willing to stay and prove my innocence." Sherlock responded happily.

Christa couldn't help but looked at Princess Elsa several times.

This father and daughter is really strange.The father reacted coolly to his daughter's disappearance, and the daughter was not saddened by his father's death.Except for the moment when she just appeared, Aisha Field was still a little flustered, and then she remained calm and composed, as if the accident was just an insignificant stranger.

Noticing her gaze, Aisha bent her lips towards her, the indifference between her eyebrows disappeared a lot, and even gave birth to a bit of bright color.

She blinked, and generously withdrew her probing gaze.

The maid led them to the living room, and Christa seemed to have no intention of asking: "I just saw a row of rooms with floor-to-ceiling windows?"

"The place you mentioned is the guest room of this manor." The maid answered her question with a smile.

Old Field's accident had no effect on her work.

"How far is it from Elsa Field's room?" Sherlock was much more direct than her.

The maid didn't understand Sherlock's intention of asking this question, and looked at him warily.

Krista almost wanted to gag Sherlock.

"We're just curious, if that row is full of guest rooms, where would Mr. Field and Miss Field live? It seems we haven't seen any other rooms."

It took a long time for the maid to reply hesitantly, "Both Mr. and Ms.'s rooms are on the second floor. If you walk over there, it's quite far from the guest room. But Ms.'s room is above the guest room, so it's quite close. "

The author has something to say: Congratulations to Princess Aisha for her successful launch.

Don't ask me why the ambulance didn't come by the end of the chapter, after all ambulances in the UK are slow to come.

But it's useless to come, people are cold.

In fact, this chapter didn’t take long →_→

The details may be fixed tomorrow?

Additional small theater:

Krista: I'm a good, law-abiding citizen.

Sherlock: Go over the wall.

Krista: No, I can't do this kind of thing!

Sherlock: Can't you turn it up?I pull you.

Krista: Nonsense!

Sherlock: I'll go there first, you can climb by yourself.

Christa: Forget it, I'll go back to 221B and go to sleep.

after a few hours,

Sherlock is back.

"Krista, this case is too simple!"

Krista: Oh.

So this volume ends.

In addition,

Sherlock and Sisi knew that Old Field had a cold, but Sisi's explanation was vague, so the deacon didn't know, so she wanted to send her to the hospital. As for little princess Aisha...

But even if you die, you usually have to be sent to the hospital.

There are still little angels who love me (●—●)

Well, thank you for waking me up, I didn’t say anything →_→, crying (?;︵;`).

No, I'm going to think about who to write to death in the next few chapters to heal the hurt in my heart.

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