Detective Sherlock

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The hospital was terribly quiet at this moment. Sherlock sat on the bench in the corridor and watched the red light in the operating room, feeling extremely anxious.

A rush of heavy footsteps broke the calm of the hospital, and John was running towards the operating room.Sherlock turned his head when he heard the sound, and saw John with a pale face and dull eyes.

Sherlock knew John must be on the verge of breaking down. "John!" Sherlock stood up from the bench and ran towards John.

"How's Mary?" John saw Sherlock running towards him, and his eyes became brighter, and he looked like a living person.

"I don't know yet. But..." Sherlock suddenly realized what kind of impact his next words would have on John, so he swallowed the words that were about to blurt out, avoiding John's anxiety, helplessness, and even a hint of despair gaze.

John grabbed Sherlock's arm with such force that Sherlock frowned slightly because of the pain, "But what?"

Sherlock flashed the scene of seeing Mary covered in blood in the bathroom, paused and said, "Listen, John. When I found Mary at your house, she just passed out."

"Just fainted?" John's eyes, which had been cloudy just now, instantly became much clearer.

Seeing that John's mood has stabilized a lot, Sherlock nodded and responded, "Yes." Seeing the glint of hope in John's eyes, Sherlock felt guilty, but Sherlock knew that he just wanted to Minimize John's damage.

After seeing Sherlock nodding, John's emotions finally returned to a relatively normal state. John let go of Sherlock's arm and patted Sherlock's shoulder.

"Thank you."

After John finished speaking, he sat on the bench, put his elbows on the knees of his legs, and held his forehead with both hands.

Seeing this, Sherlock also sat down with John, watching John lower his head, and Sherlock just stayed by John's side in silence.

John rubbed his temples, raised his head and asked, "How long has she been in?"

Sherlock looked at John's profile and replied, "About an hour."

At this moment, the red light in the operating room went out, and John rushed to the door of the operating room immediately, waiting for the doctor to come out.

Sherlock also got up and stood shoulder to shoulder with John at the door of the operation.

A doctor in a white coat came out and took off his mask, looked at Sherlock and John and asked, "Which of you is the family member of the patient?"

"Me!" John hurriedly asked, "How are the mother and son? Are you okay?"

The doctor looked at the light of hope shining in John's eyes, and couldn't bear to tell the truth to the client, but the doctor paused, looked at John sympathetically and said, "Sorry, the mother of the child couldn't be rescued in time,"

After listening to the doctor's words, John doubted his ears a little. In order to prove it, John asked again: "Excuse me, doctor, what did you say?"

The doctor looked at John's surprised expression of unwillingness to believe the truth, sighed and said, "The child's mother has unfortunately passed away."

After John heard this, his whole body was stiff, as if his heart had stopped beating the moment he knew the truth. Sherlock saw John's ashen face and dull eyes, and knew that John had already met the living dead. There is no difference.

Seeing John's lost soul, Sherlock knew that he had to shoulder this burden for John, so Sherlock resisted the depression in his heart, stepped forward and asked, "Where's the child?"

The doctor was also immersed in the mourning of the deceased with John just now, and he regained his original spirit when asked by Sherlock, "The child in the mother's womb has not yet reached the delivery period, but we have already removed the child from the mother through surgery. Fortunately, it was delivered early, if it was a little later, the child might not be able to keep it."

Hearing this, Sherlock grabbed John's shoulders, shook John and said, "John! Did you hear that? The child is fine!" Seeing John's unresponsive appearance, Sherlock emphasized again: "John! The child is fine !You and Mary's baby is alive!"

"Mary and I's child?" John became a little more sober after hearing the words Mary and child.

Sherlock looked at John, who was slightly conscious, and quickly comforted him: "Yes! The child is still alive! He lives in your life for Mary!"

"Where is the child? Where is the child?" John grabbed Sherlock's wrist with both hands and looked up at Sherlock. John's eyes were full of grief, like a helpless child.

The doctor immediately explained: "Because the child was born prematurely, he is not completely out of danger yet. He will be placed in an incubator to observe the situation for the time being."

John let go of Sherlock, walked up to the doctor and said, "Doctor..." John's slightly choked voice made Sherlock's heart twitch, as if the heart was being pinched by someone's hands, every suppressed and dull heartbeat , It will always involve the nerves of the whole body, it hurts, but it hurts so much that it makes people clear their minds.

John paused, and said to the doctor, "I'm also a military doctor, can I go in and see him?"

The doctor looked embarrassed, but looking at the man in front of him who had just experienced the most painful thing in his life, his sincere request should be allowed.The doctor compromised: "Yes."

John looked at the doctor and said gratefully, "Thank you, doctor."

The doctor shook his head, and then said to John, "Come with me."

John followed the doctor for a few steps, then remembered Sherlock who was still standing there, turned around and said, "Sherlock..."

Before John finished speaking, Sherlock seemed to know what John wanted to say. Sherlock nodded and said, "Go, John. I'll wait here for your return."

John watched Sherlock look directly into his eyes, said nothing, then turned and followed the doctor away.And Sherlock's gaze has been following John's back that doesn't look so strong anymore.

"Moriarty, if you dare to attack John, I will make you pay with blood!" Sherlock stared at the place where John's back disappeared and swore secretly.

In the intensive care unit, there was an incubator. John, wearing a white coat, rubber gloves and a mask, approached the incubator.

The baby's body is so small that it seems enough to hold it with two hands. It has just come into this fresh world from the mother's womb. The baby greedily opens its mouth and nose to breathe the surrounding air, and its small chest heaves violently up and down due to the breathing. .The arms are raised above the head, like a little man trying to hold up the sky, and the clenched little hands are like two snow-white soft cotton balls.

John gently touched the baby's little hand with his index finger and thumb. The baby seemed to feel his father's touch, and lightly rubbed his head against the back of John's hand.

John withdrew his hand, stared at the baby, and stood in front of the incubator for a long time before turning around and going out.

Before returning to the operating room, John saw Sherlock sitting on the bench in a daze.John walked over, sat down next to Sherlock, and didn't speak.

"How is it?" Sherlock asked, seeing John's expression softened a lot.

"It's a boy, fine." John looked forward, as if talking to himself.

"Really?" Sherlock also looked forward and replied to himself.

The two were silent for a while, John suddenly wiped his face with his hands, and after pulling himself together, he said, "Sherlock, let's go back."

Sherlock looked up at John who stood up, stood up too, and said, "Well. Go home."

It was still noon when the two returned to 221B Baker Street.

"Oh! My God!" Mrs. Hudson heard the sound of closing the door, and came out to see John's haggard face, "John! What's wrong with you? You look so bad, are you sick?"

"I'm fine, I just need to take a rest." John said this sentence weakly and went straight upstairs.

Mrs. Hudson stopped Sherlock who was about to follow John upstairs, and asked, "What's wrong with John?"

Seeing Mrs. Hudson's worried expression, Sherlock paused and said, "It's okay, I'll take care of him." Sherlock went straight upstairs after speaking to Mrs. Hudson.

"I want to take a shower and sleep." As soon as he entered the door, John went straight to the bathroom after saying this, without giving Sherlock any chance to speak.

"..." Sherlock looked at John's back and didn't speak. Hearing the sound of the bathroom door closing, Sherlock sat on the sofa and began to recall all the scenes and details when he went to rescue Mary.

When Sherlock came out of his thinking palace, it was already an hour later.John in the bathroom didn't move.Shocked, Sherlock rushed straight to the bathroom.

The bathroom door was left open, and Sherlock opened it a little more slowly.

"Woo... woo, woo, woo..." John's intermittent crying echoed in the bathroom.

Sherlock walked over and opened the curtains, and John squatted in the bathtub with his clothes on and drenched in cold water, weeping.Such a strong soldier was shattered by the sad facts, revealing his most fragile heart.

"John?" Sherlock leaned on the side of the bathtub and squatted down, tentatively calling John's name.

"She's dead, Mary, she left me." John raised his head, his whole face was soaked, and he couldn't tell whether it was water or tears.

Seeing John's heartbroken expression, Sherlock's heart suddenly tugged.

"Mary is still here, she hasn't left you." Sherlock stretched out his right hand, gently wiped John's face away, looked firmly into John's eyes, and said, "Did you forget? at your side."

"But, I've lost her forever." When John said this, he burst into tears, "Sherlock, woo woo woo...I've lost her forever."

Sherlock didn't say anything, just wrapped his arms around John.

John's wailing body twitched, and Sherlock tightened his arms a little, hoping to share John's pain.John's tears wet Sherlock's shoulders with the hot temperature of inner grief.

Sherlock looked at the gray sky outside the bathroom window and thought, "John, you still have me."

I don't know how long it took, but John finally stopped crying. He slowly pushed Sherlock away, bowed his head and did not speak.

"Take a good shower, then go to sleep, and leave the rest to me." Sherlock patted John on the shoulder, turned and walked out of the bathroom, closing the door behind him.

Sherlock walked into the living room, took out his mobile phone and was just about to make a call, when he found several missed calls from Lestrade.

Sherlock called Lestrade, "Lestrade?"

Lestrade's tone was a little excited: "Sherlock! We found the owner of that ring..."

☆, corpse

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"And, as you said, we also found out that the owner of this ring has been missing for a week..." Lestrade's tone was full of admiration for Sherlock and doubts about the person involved.

"..." Sherlock was silent for a while, and hung up the phone before listening to Lestrade.

Lestrade heard the disconnection sound of "beep, beep, beep" from the receiver, and he didn't know what Sherlock was thinking, so he had to hang up the phone helplessly.

Sherlock hurriedly packed up his things, and hurried out the door. The "click" sound of closing the door made John, who had just left the bathroom, a little suspicious.

"Sherlock?" John called Sherlock's name, and walked to the living room to try to find Sherlock's figure.John yelled in the direction of the room after finding no one in the living room.

Still no one responded, John just took out his mobile phone to call Sherlock, when the mobile phone received a day's text message. "You take a rest first, I'll be back in a while. SH" Sherlock's text messages are always short and direct.

John felt relieved after reading the text message. "Where is Sherlock going?" John thought about this question, resting his head on the back of the sofa and closing his eyes.John, who was physically and mentally exhausted, couldn't resist the onslaught of sleepiness, so he fell asleep on the sofa.

Not long after Lestrade put down the phone, the phone rang again uncomfortably.

Just after Sherlock hung up the phone inexplicably, Lestrade's tone was irritated. "Hello?"

"You mean Michael has been missing for a week?" Sherlock sat in the taxi with a low voice.

"Yeah." Lestrade replied, but changed his mind and asked Sherlock again, "How do you know that the owner of the ring is Michael?"

Sherlock stated in a tone without any emotion in one breath: "First of all, that ring is obviously worn by a man. Second, if it is a wedding ring, it is impossible for someone to go missing for a week without calling the police. It can be seen that he If you are single, there is a great chance that the name engraved on the ring is the name of the owner of the ring. Finally, the ring is contaminated with a lot of grease due to wearing it all year round. Then, combining the above three points, combined with the name engraved on the ring It seems clear that the owner of the ring is Michael."

After Lestrade finished listening, Sherlock's voice came from the receiver again before he could relax, "Have you continued to investigate after finding out that Michael is missing?"

Only then did Lestrade regain his energy, cleared his throat and said, "We retrieved the call records of Michael's life and found the number of the last call with Michael." Lestrade paused and said, "But, We found out that it was an unknown number, and after calling it, it also became an empty number. So now we can't find Michael." After Lestrade finished speaking, he was silent for a while, waiting for Sherlock's reply.

"Have you checked asphalt factories all over London?" Sherlock asked rhetorically.

"What?" Lestrade was a little puzzled by Sherlock's question.

Sherlock explained: "Michael's ring has a little bit of pitch in the groove where the name is engraved."

Lestrade said seriously: "I'll go and check now."

Not long after Sherlock hung up the phone, the taxi arrived at its destination.

Standing in front of the courtyard gate of John's new house, Sherlock quietly watched the white and quiet building. Sherlock still remembered that on John's wedding night, after quietly walking away from the ball, he came to the new house and smoked silently, feeling lost. Own.

A wry smile appeared on the corner of Sherlock's mouth.Sherlock shrugged, then pushed the door open, and opened the window the way he entered the house that day.But she didn't notice at all that there was a pair of eyes watching her every move on the street not far away.

Sherlock rolled into the house and stood still.Although there was no one in the room for one day, the dust floating in the air against the sunlight could be clearly seen.Sherlock went directly to the bathroom on the second floor. The blood stains had already changed from dark red to black, and the light green blanket that fell on the bathroom looked particularly eye-catching.

"You're already seriously injured, why do you still have to come to the bathroom?" Sherlock thought about this question, carefully looking around the bathroom.

When Sherlock sees the toilet in the bathroom, his mind suddenly flashes the image of Mary finally slumped on the toilet, Mary's hand resting on the toilet tank.

Sherlock bent down and opened the toilet tank lid.There was something wrapped in blue tape on the water tank cover. Sherlock tore off the tape, stuffed the thing in the blue tape into his pocket, and turned to look elsewhere.After some fruitless inspections, Sherlock climbed out of the kitchen window and took a taxi back to the apartment.

Sherlock opened the door, and what he saw was John sleeping on the sofa.Sherlock bowed his body and saw John frowning in deep sleep, feeling distressed again in his heart.

"John..." Sherlock softly called John's name, stretched out his fingers, and smoothed John's frowning brows, but he didn't know that this action woke John up.

"Hmm..." John frowned and slightly opened his eyes. The scene in front of him was Sherlock standing in front of him, looking at him.

"Sherlock?" John blinked after fully opening his eyes, "Where have you been?"

"Go to the street to buy food." Sherlock picked up several large bags of food placed at his feet, walked into the kitchen and threw them on the dining table.

"Hmm." John replied lightly, not intending to get up to eat, and still sat quietly on the sofa.

"Don't you want to eat?" Sherlock's normal tone made John turn his head.

John looked at Sherlock who was in a hurry and said, "No appetite."

"Okay." Sherlock walked to John with a fruit salad, and continued, "However, you have to eat this." There was a hint of irresistible toughness in his tone.

"..." John looked at the fruit salad handed over, and took it helplessly.

Sherlock looked at the tasteless John and said, "Prepare for Mary's funeral tomorrow, and then you have to go see the child."

Hearing this, John put down the spoon in his hand, was silent for a while, and nodded slightly.

Sherlock patted John on the shoulder, "I'll be with you."

John just nodded and didn't speak.Sherlock's cell phone rang at the right time, breaking the silence in the room.

Sherlock stood by the window, connected to the phone, and asked, "How's the situation?"

"We searched all the asphalt factories in London, and found no dead bodies." Lestrade's tone sounded a little frustrated.

Sherlock was silent for a while, then asked, "Did anything unusual happen?"

"An unusual thing?" Lestrade listened to this prompt and began to mobilize the memories in his mind.

"If you talk about something unusual..." Lestrade seemed to recall something, "a worker on duty in an asphalt factory said that one night he heard a loud 'thump', and at first thought It was the iron drums piled up in the warehouse that fell down, and I went to the warehouse to look at it later, but found nothing unusual, so I didn’t take it to heart, and went back to sleep.”

Hearing this, Sherlock was quiet for a few seconds, and suddenly replied loudly and excitedly: "Go and open the iron drums in the warehouse that are stained with asphalt! The corpse must be in the iron drums!"

"Understood." Although Lestrade didn't fully understand what was going on, Lestrade quickly followed the instructions.

After observing Sherlock's series of reactions, John asked, "What happened?"

"The body of the ring owner is about to be found." Sherlock finished.

"Where is it?" John put the fruit salad in his hand on the table, ready to go out.

"An asphalt field." Sherlock looked at John's preparations and asked, "Are you going?"

"Yeah." John put on the scarf and continued, "Although we don't know who killed Mary, it has nothing to do with Moriarty. As long as Moriarty is found, Mary's affairs can come to an end." .”

"..." Sherlock looked at John's firm expression calmly, and Sherlock knew that the man in front of him had turned all the grief into the strength to move forward.

Sherlock turned and opened the door, turned his back to John, and said, "Then let's go."

According to the information provided by Lestrade, the two came to a remote asphalt factory in a taxi.

Little did they know, the scene they saw in the iron bucket was so disgusting that it made people vomit.

☆、The secret in the blue plastic bag

The author has something to say: it's another night when I climb up to update the article. . .

Before writing this chapter, I suddenly found that all my previous ideas had been overturned

So I silently thought about the logic again all afternoon, and finally figured it out

In the end, all that remains is to work hard to update the text!come on!Thank you for your support!Thank you very much!

When John and Sherlock came to the iron drum, the scene in front of them made people feel so sick that they were about to vomit.

The dead person in the iron bucket was completely frozen in the asphalt, leaving only the entire head and a pair of hands exposed on the frozen asphalt surface.The fat face of the deceased was hideous.The mouth was blocked by a blood-stained towel, and both ears were completely cut off. The blood had long since solidified into scabs, showing the outline of the deceased's fat ears.The skin on the entire face was wrinkled as if it had been covered with a layer of skin color paint due to burns. The hands bound by the hemp rope made a prayer gesture, and the nails of the deceased were carefully painted. The black asphalt was put on, and the whole iron barrel exudes a strong asphalt smell.

Seeing this scene, John couldn't restrain the nausea that surged in his heart. He walked to the side and covered his mouth, taking in fresh air, and calming down his intense physical reaction.After all, as a military doctor who has seen countless casualties on the battlefield, he has never seen such a frenzied killing scene.

Standing in front of the iron pass, Sherlock turned around and looked at John's uncomfortable back without speaking, then turned his head and studied the corpse in the iron bucket.

When Sherlock left the iron barrel and walked in front of Lestrade, Lestrade couldn't wait to ask: "What did you find?"

"Let's talk about your findings first." Sherlock put the magnifying glass back in his pocket and asked, looking up.

Lestrade signaled the subordinates around him to hand over the report that Sherlock had just compiled. Sherlock took the report, and Lestrade elaborated: "The deceased is Michael, the chairman of Bren Petroleum Company. The chairman, but he basically doesn’t manage much, just idles around all day long, and is hated by all company employees because of his bad personality. Therefore, judging from the cruelty of the corpse, the preliminary judgment is a vendetta.” Lestrade finished speaking and looked at Xia Locke, waiting for Sherlock's reaction.

"..." Sherlock just concentrated on looking at the report, and didn't intend to express any opinions.

Lestrade lit the cigarette he had already pinched, and asked, "What did you find?"

"Nothing special, what's written on it is similar to what I found." Sherlock closed the report and handed it to Lestrade.Turn around and prepare to see John's situation.

Lestrade asked in disbelief about Sherlock's uncharacteristic reaction: "There really is nothing?"

Hearing this, Sherlock stopped in his tracks, turned around and said, "Okay. Since you want to hear my reasoning so much. I can only say that your reasoning is very good, but basically you ignore the important points."

After taking a sharp puff of the cigarette, Lestrade put the end of the cigarette out in the iron cigarette extinguisher he carried with him, met Sherlock's eyes, and signaled him to continue talking.

"First of all, I took out the towel in the mouth of the deceased and looked at it. Although it was stained with blood, the words 'Guilty (sin)' were still very clear. Combined with the hands of the deceased in the iron bucket, it looked like praying , In my opinion, it means that he needs to atone for his actions, that is to say, the deceased must have done something heinous, and the suspect deliberately painted the deceased's nails with black pitch, just like It's saying that this guy has blood on his hands, so I suggest you look up anything about this guy. Finally, there's an 'M' on the bucket, obviously, it's Moriarty, So there must be something related to Moriarty in what the deceased did." After Sherlock finished speaking, he walked towards John without looking back.

Lestrade stood there watching Sherlock's back for a while, then called in his subordinates to arrange tasks.

Sherlock looked at the pale John, and asked with concern, "John? Are you okay?"

John forced a smile, "I'm fine. Have you read it yet?"

"Well." Sherlock continued to explain: "The tragedy of the deceased really fits his bad taste."

After hearing this, John raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and asked, "Any important discoveries?"

Sherlock said flatly: "No."

John nodded heavily, but didn't speak here.

Sherlock patted John on the shoulder, and John looked up to meet Sherlock's eyes, staring at Sherlock with some doubts.

Seeing John's puzzled expression, Sherlock pursed his lips and smiled lightly: "We go home, there are still many things to do! You will help me, right? John?"

John looked at Sherlock's flat lip line because of pursing his lips, and replied energetically: "Of course!"

It was already afternoon when the two returned to the Baker Street apartment.

"John..." Sherlock sat on the sofa, looking at John opposite, thinking about how to express his thoughts.

John, who was still resting with his eyes closed, opened his eyes and asked, "What?"

"Hmm..." Sherlock weighed his words in his mind, "I think we should hold Mary's funeral today."

John's relatively normal expression suddenly became stiff, and the word Mary still sounds like it will poke the pain hidden deep in his heart.

"Yeah." John nodded with difficulty and said, "Then let's prepare now."

Sherlock stood up and walked to the window, looked at the blue sky and said, "I asked Mrs. Hudson to make preparations yesterday. Let's go to the cemetery now."

"..." Looking at Sherlock's back, John felt moved.When he was in the most pain, he was by his side and gave him strength.When he is unwilling to face the facts, he will step in front of him and tell himself the facts in another euphemistic way.He always silently guards himself where he can't see.

John lowered his head and lowered his voice very low: "I owe you too much, Sherlock."

Although the voice was very low, Sherlock still heard John's response. Sherlock turned around and walked in front of John, looked at John with burning eyes, and said, "How much do you owe me?"

Looking at the blazing heat in Sherlock's eyes, John didn't know how to speak, he hesitated and said, "I..."

"Forever." After Sherlock finished speaking, he opened the door before John followed, and went downstairs by himself.

"Sherlock?" John was stunned on the sofa for a few seconds before he realized, called Sherlock's name, and chased after him.

The two got into the taxi one after the other and drove directly to Mary's cemetery.John didn't know how to react because of the conversation between the two just now, but Sherlock said like a normal person: "It will be there soon. Mary is buried next to my original fake death cemetery."

"Hmm..." John seemed to have something to say but didn't know how to say it.

Seeing John like this, Sherlock leaned his elbows on the window sill and propped his chin, narrowed his eyes and said, "What I said just now was all a joke. Don't mind it. You don't owe me anything. As your best friend, These things should be done."

John was speechless: "But..."

Sherlock raised the corner of his mouth, closed his eyes and said, "Don't worry, I will leave you first one day, and I won't turn into a ghost and come to you because of the so-called debts you think."

"..." John looked at Sherlock, didn't speak, just looked at Sherlock fixedly.The sunlight after 4 o'clock in the afternoon looked warm and soft, and it slanted into the taxi through the transparent glass, and Sherlock's side face was also painted with a soft color.John looked at the small fan-shaped shadow cast by Sherlock's eyelashes on his face, and felt that although this person didn't speak very well, he was always thinking of himself.

John turned his head and looked at the pedestrians and shops flying backwards out of the window, his mind was full of what Sherlock had done for himself.

Before long, the taxi driver's reminder to get off interrupted the memory.

As soon as the two got out of the car, they saw Mrs. Hudson who was waiting for them with a bouquet.

"Oh! Poor John!" Mrs. Hudson walked up to John and gave John a hug.

"Thank you." John expressed his sincere thanks in Mrs. Hudson's ear.

"..." Sherlock just quietly looked at John's profile, without speaking.

After the two hugged, Hudson handed the bouquet to John and said, "Sherlock asked me to prepare it for you. Go quickly."

After listening to John, he turned his head to look at Sherlock. Just as he was about to speak, Sherlock urged, "Go quickly, wait for an hour at most, Mrs. Hudson and I are going to disturb your world of two."

John raised the corners of his lips lightly, took the bouquet from Mrs. Hudson's hand, and walked to Mary's tombstone alone.

Sherlock and Mrs. Hudson stood in place and looked at John's back. Mrs. Hudson took out a handkerchief to wipe away the tears from the corners of her eyes, and said to herself: "Poor John, poor Mary, married for a year If you don’t reach it, you will be separated from yin and yang.”

Sherlock said nothing, just stared at John intently.

"Mary, I'm here to see you." John looked at the name on the tombstone, his voice trembling. "Our son, don't worry, I will take good care of him." After John finished speaking, he put the bouquet in front of the tombstone, lowered his head and said, "I miss you very much, I love you." The black figure looked extremely sad.

After John stared at the name on the tombstone for a few seconds, he turned and walked towards the place where Sherlock and Mrs. Hudson were waiting for him.

After John came over, Sherlock and Mrs. Hudson walked over to mourn Mary together.

After the mourning was over, John went to the hospital to see his son who was still in the incubator, while Sherlock and Mrs. Hudson went straight back to the apartment.

Sherlock went back to the apartment and took out the blue plastic bag that Mary wanted to take out of the bathroom, to find out.

The blue plastic bag is not big in size, but it is hard in texture. Combined with the feel and shape, Sherlock always thinks it is something like an audio tape.Sherlock carefully cut open the plastic bag with a knife and took out the contents.

Sure enough, it was an audio tape.But there are also several sheets of paper folded into the size of an audio tape.

Sherlock opened the papers with doubts.

"February 2, 7:

Michael is a jerk, he has been teasing me in different ways recently, and he has always found various reasons to ask me out to meet, I feel very scared..."

This is apparently a diary written by someone in 10 years.The diary for three consecutive days is describing the inner fear and struggle of the owner of the diary.

"10 years ago, diary, what is the relationship between this person and Michael?" Curious, Sherlock found the tape player that had already been covered with a thick layer of dust in a place where a pile of miscellaneous goods were piled up.

Sherlock slipped the tape in and hit play.

The long blank at the beginning made Sherlock wonder if something had happened to the tape.Sherlock looked at the tape player, the tape inside was indeed spinning normally.

A few seconds after Sherlock adjusted the volume from medium to maximum, there was finally sound from the tape.

A deep male voice sounded: "Lyle, I know you didn't kill Lisa, but I can't do anything about it..." After that, I heard a "stab" sound, as if a glass product was broken sound.Then there was no sound at all.

Sherlock listened to the tape again, front and back, and there was indeed only this sentence in the entire tape.Sherlock took out the audio tape from the tape player and observed it carefully, but found nothing. Then Sherlock sat at the table and began to piece together all the clues he had obtained so far in his thinking palace.

☆, uninvited guest

The author has something to say: Get up early today to update the article, and then take a shower and go to bed early, I always feel very tired today.

Sure enough, this is the first time I write reasoning, and the details of reasoning are still not well written.A touch of sadness. . .

But as always, thank you for your support, and enjoy eating everyone!

When John came back from the hospital, he saw Sherlock sitting motionless at the table alone.John tilted his head to look at Sherlock and asked, "Sherlock?"

"I'm thinking, John. Leave me alone." Sherlock's eyes were distracted. If he hadn't said such a sentence, John must have thought that something happened to Sherlock.

"Okay." John shrugged with his mouth curled up, and turned to the kitchen to find something to eat. After all, John knew that when Sherlock entered his thinking palace, what he needed was a high degree of concentration.

John digs out the pizza that Mrs. Hudson stuffed in the refrigerator, sits on the sofa and watches