Detective Sherlock

Eat the newspaper.The sound of flipping through the newspaper was collected in Sherlock's ears.

"John." Sherlock put his palms together on the tip of his nose and closed his eyes.

John glanced at Sherlock and asked in confusion, "What?"

"Don't turn over the newspaper." Sherlock still maintained the same posture.

"..." John reluctantly put down the newspaper in his hand, stared at Sherlock's face, and chewed on the not-so-delicious pizza.

Sherlock spoke again: "Turn your face away, you look at me, it will affect my thinking."

John stuffed the last bite of pizza into his mouth and responded vaguely: "Okay, I'm going to take a shower and go to bed." John finished and walked into the bathroom.

After Sherlock heard the sound of the bathroom door closing, he suddenly opened his eyes, opened the notebook on the table and frantically wrote down fragmentary clues, and then connected them together with lines.

All the intricate clues all point to a case 10 years ago-the drunk criminal caught at the crime scene.Sherlock remembered that the eye-catching headlines in the newspaper at that time had attracted his attention, but after a brief glance at the cause of the incident, Sherlock felt that it was boring, so he didn't delve into it.

"Sure enough, there is still something wrong." Thinking so, Sherlock walked to the window and opened the curtains, but through the gap, he saw a person smoking a cigarette standing under a street lamp on the opposite street. Judging from the figure of that person , Sherlock felt very familiar.When Sherlock was staring at the figure of the man, the man happened to look up at Sherlock, with a weird smile on his lips.

Sherlock was startled suddenly: "Moriarty!"

Sherlock put on his windbreaker and shouted towards the bathroom: "John! I'm going downstairs to buy a pack of cigarettes!"

Hearing this, John opened the bathroom door and stuck his head out and responded loudly: "Hey! You said you used nicotine patches!" Hearing that no one responded, John tentatively asked: "Did you hear that, Sherlock? "John waited quietly for a few seconds, but there was still no response in the room. John sighed helplessly and closed the door again.

The orange lights at night reflect a warm tone on the whole street, and the sparse pedestrians, guided by the lights, slowly move towards home.

However, at this time Sherlock's heart was filled with anger.Sherlock clenched his fists and stood on this side of the road. Moriarty on the other side saw Sherlock, smiled and turned to leave.

Sherlock crossed the road and followed Moriarty's footsteps closely. Moriarty's figure flashed in front of him, and he walked into a deserted alley next to him.

Sherlock followed, quickly caught up with Moriarty's figure, grabbed Moriarty's shoulders, and pulled back violently, and Moriarty turned around.

After Moriarty snorted contemptuously, he greeted Sherlock with a smile, "Hello, it's been a long time..."

Moriarty hadn't finished saying "I don't see you", Sherlock stepped forward and grabbed Moriarty by the collar. Sherlock's entire face was filled with anger, and his body was about to explode due to depression. Fiercely trembling.

Moriarty was a little out of breath because the collar was tightly strung around his neck, and he said intermittently, "Sherlock...you...you'd better...don't choose to kill me at this time."

Sherlock obviously felt that his waist was being pressed against by the muzzle of the gun. Sherlock glanced at Moriarty's triumphant smirk, and helplessly slowly let go of his aching hand from too much force.

Moriarty put away the pistol, stroked his collar, and said with a smile: "Sherlock, being so angry is not good for your health."

Sherlock looked at Moriarty's idle look, and the anger in his heart was ignited instantly.Taking advantage of the moment when Moriarty was eye-catching, Sherlock clenched his fist and swung at Moriarty violently!

A solid right uppercut hit Moriarty's side face. Due to inertia, Moriarty's head was violently turned to one side, and bright red blood oozed from the corner of his mouth.

Moriarty spat on the ground, then wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his thumb, raised his head to meet Sherlock's eyes, and smiled.Because of the injury at the corner of his mouth, that smile looked a little embarrassed.

Moriarty moved his jaw some more and said, "Sherlock, is that how you treat your old friend?"

Sherlock's eyes were firm, and his face was serious: "I didn't think you were my old friend."

"That's right, John is the only friend of yours, right?" Moriarty smiled lightly, and in Sherlock's view, there was a hint of irony in that smile.

Sherlock shot back: "How many sincere friends do you think you have? They are all tied up with interests."

When Moriarty heard this, he spread his hands and laughed loudly: "Sherlock, I really saw you right." Moriarty paused, looked at Sherlock and said jokingly: "You don't want to know Why am I not dead?"

"You first placed your man on the top floor of the hospital, and then let him shoot to create the illusion that you really shot yourself, and you yourself crushed the blood bag you had prepared a long time ago, pretending to be dead. Then you took advantage of me When lying on the ground in feigned death in order to deceive John, you escaped under the cover of the hospital staff you installed." Sherlock made his own inference based on Moriarty's usual style.

After listening to Sherlock's statement, Moriarty applauded and praised: "As expected of my enemy, he has some brains."

Sherlock ignored Moriarty and asked directly, "Why did you kill Mary? She shouldn't have provoked you."

After Moriarty heard it, he waved his hands in the air and shouted loudly: "Oh! Sherlock, don't let the case become so boring, don't let the world be so boring, okay?"

Sherlock looked at Moriarty silently, Moriarty approached Sherlock, put his hand on Sherlock's shoulder, put his lips to Sherlock's ear, and said softly: "You are my The only fun in this world, don't force me to kill you here." After Moriarty finished speaking, he stared into Sherlock's eyes for a few seconds, then moved his gaze down, and stretched out the back of his hand to pat Sherlock's chest Said: "I don't care about the fact that you hit me today. But..." Moriarty deliberately paused the movement of his hands, and slowed down his speech: "I will settle the score with you then."

Sherlock stared at Moriarty calmly and did not speak.

After Moriarty took a few steps back and made a gentlemanly exit gesture, he gave Sherlock a smirk and said, "Bye, Sherlock." After Moriarty finished speaking, he turned and prepared to leave.

"I'll make you regret what you did." Sherlock's response made Moriarty's body stiffen.

Moriarty turned his back to Sherlock and said, "We'll see." Although Sherlock didn't see the expression on Moriarty's face, he could still hear Moriarty's smile from that sentence .

After watching Moriarty's back disappear into the night, Sherlock turned back to the apartment.

As soon as Sherlock entered the door, he was 'interrogated' by John.

John was wearing a red and black plaid plush pajamas, sitting on the sofa with his legs crossed, reading the newspaper without looking up and asking Sherlock who had just entered the door: "Where have you been?"

Sherlock didn't expect John to be guarding the living room.After glancing at John, Sherlock replied, "Going to buy cigarettes."

Hearing Sherlock's answer, John finally couldn't help but looked up at Sherlock and asked, "Didn't I tell you to quit smoking? Why do you still smoke?"

Sherlock sat down opposite John, rested his forehead and said nothing.

John looked at Sherlock opposite and always felt that Sherlock was a little abnormal today. From John's point of view, Sherlock seemed a little tired at this time.John watched Sherlock arch his back and suddenly felt that he was being too harsh.John cleared his throat and his voice softened a lot, "What's wrong with you? Are you uncomfortable? Sherlock."

"I'm fine, maybe it's because I didn't buy any cigarettes, so I don't have the energy." Sherlock looked up at John, slightly curling the corners of his mouth.

Looking at Sherlock's smile, John always felt that Sherlock was forcing a smile.John looked at the man in front of him. Although he was arrogant and strong, but at the moment he was like a child, which made people feel distressed.

John got up and took a few nicotine patches from his room, knelt down and looked into Sherlock's clear eyes and asked, "I've been out for so long, why haven't I bought any cigarettes?"

Sherlock looked at John and replied stiffly: "The cigarette I like has just been sold out."

John took Sherlock's hand, brushed Sherlock's sleeves, and pasted three nicotine patches on Sherlock's fair inner skin of the arm, and patted it to fix it after the application.

Sherlock watched John's every move, and suddenly had the urge to hug John tightly.But the reason in his heart stopped him from taking any action.

John pulled down Sherlock's sleeves, stood up and said, "The nicotine patch is more effective, right?"

Sherlock put his other hand on the nicotine patch and said, "Yeah."

When John threw the garbage in his hand into the trash can, he found a trace of blood on his palm. John turned around immediately, and asked Sherlock with a serious face, "Are you really okay?"

Sherlock didn't see the expression on John's face, and still replied lightly: "It's okay."

John walked up to Sherlock, stretched out his palm and said, "Where did the blood come from?" After John finished speaking, he took Sherlock's hand and examined it carefully without waiting for any explanation from Sherlock.

The knuckles of Sherlock's right hand are a little red, and there are some blood stains on the knuckles of the fingers.

John finished watching, staring at Sherlock's face, and asked angrily, "Who did you fight with?"

Sherlock didn't want to say that he saw Moriarty, so he made up an excuse and said, "With a few gangsters on the street."

"What's going on?" John added immediately, "Are you hurt?"

"No." Sherlock withdrew his hand from John and said, "Maybe he was afraid that I would report them."

"These people are really getting more and more lawless now." John sighed helplessly, turned around and went to the room to get alcohol.

After John sterilized Sherlock with a cotton swab, he took out gauze and scissors and prepared to bandage Sherlock's hands.Sherlock knew that his hand was not injured, it was only stained with Moriarty's blood, but looking at John who was busy with himself, Sherlock wanted to watch for a while longer.

After John carefully bandaged Sherlock's hand, he said, "Okay."

"Well." After Sherlock responded to John, he stood up and said, "I'm going to take a shower and go to bed first, and you go to bed early too, good night." Sherlock went into the bathroom after finishing speaking.

John looked at Sherlock who suddenly became energetic, and the bad mood just now was swept away.John held the medicine box with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Don't let the wound get wet." John yelled after rushing to the bathroom, went back to the room, and lay down.

Sherlock in the bathroom thought of John just now, and felt that he should have killed Moriarty at that time.Sherlock slammed his hand against the wall, making a muffled sound.

☆, Lyle

The author has something to say: I haven't updated the article for a few days, and I will update it today.

Sure enough, it is safer to save the manuscript first and update it later.

But I'm such an impatient person. . .

It will be changed next time. . .

Thank you for your support, happy eating everyone!

The morning sun shone into the room with a gap left because the curtains were not fully drawn. John turned over because of the heat from his face, but he didn't expect to be facing the sun. Even with his eyes closed, he could feel the warmth of the sun. There was a gorgeous halo in front of his eyes, John frowned and opened his eyes.As soon as he opened it, he was blinded by the bright sunlight. John squinted his eyes and slowly adapted to the intensity of the sunlight before fully opening his eyes and sitting up from the bed.

John looked at the alarm clock next to the bed, it was 9 o'clock in the morning.

John got dressed and came out of the room. Seeing that the door of Sherlock's room was still closed, John knocked lightly on the door and asked tentatively, "Sherlock? Are you up yet?"

There was no response from the room, John knocked on the door again, jokingly said, "I'll come in!"

There was still no response in the room. John was taken aback. He immediately turned the doorknob, opened the door and rushed into the room, shouting, "Sherlock?"

After John yelled, he realized that there was no sign of Sherlock on the messy bed.John breathed a sigh of relief, but when he turned around, he felt uneasy again. John scratched the back of his head and thought, "Where did Sherlock go?"

John took out his phone and sent Sherlock a text message.

"Where are you?"

Just as John was about to put the phone back in his pocket, the phone rang.A text message from Sherlock arrives.

"Police, SH"

Seeing this, John immediately rushed into the bathroom. After washing, he went downstairs and hailed a taxi and went straight to the police station.

After John rushed all the way to Lestrade's office, the scene in front of him left John a little confused.

Sherlock sat on the swivel chair in the office without saying a word.Lestrade stood in front of the window, smoking heavily.

Sherlock looked up at John, who was breathing unsteadily, but didn't speak.

John looked at Sherlock and smiled slightly: "What's wrong?"

Sherlock stood up and straightened his collar, walked up to John and said flatly, "Follow me to the prison. I'll tell you about it on the way."

John nodded, and just as he was about to leave behind Sherlock, he heard Lestrade's voice behind him: "You can't ask anything, Sherlock. He is already dead."

Sherlock turned around and said, "I know, if he hadn't died, Mary probably wouldn't have been able to marry John."

Listening to the conversation between the two, John couldn't understand the meaning at all, but it was about Mary, and John looked up at Sherlock who was looking directly at Lestrade with puzzled eyes.

Lestrade put his cigarette butt out in the ashtray, looked up, looked at Sherlock and said, "I'll tell the prison, you go."

After listening to Lestrade, Sherlock turned and left.Looking at the back of Sherlock leaving, John turned his head and said to Lestrade, "Excuse me, bye." After finishing speaking, John chased out the door and left.

When they got into the taxi, Sherlock said before John could speak, "Listen, John." Sherlock paused, and then said, "I think the reason why Mary died is because she was with ten years old. It is related to a previous case of premeditated homicide."

A trace of surprise flashed in John's eyes, but soon, John asked calmly, "What case is it?"

Seeing that John's mood was stable, Sherlock said, "Do you know about a ridiculous case that happened ten years ago?"

John looked at Sherlock's slightly thinned cheeks due to the hard work these days, and asked, "What case?"

"Ten years ago, the criminal was arrested at the crime scene after being drunk." After Sherlock finished speaking, he pursed his lips.

"I don't know, what case?" John pursed his lips and shrugged.

Sherlock raised his legs, put his right hand on the back of the sofa and said, "Ten years ago, the dead woman was named Lisa, and the prisoner was Lyle, a colleague of the deceased's company." Sherlock stared at John's listening expression and continued: "Lisa died the day before the body was found, and died in her own home. On the night when the body was found, Lyle was drunk and sent back to Lisa's house by the waiter at the bar, and then Lisa's body was discovered " Sherlock withdrew his gaze from John's face, looked at the street outside the window and said, "The fruit knife that killed Lisa was found in the room, and the fingerprints on the fruit knife were Lyle himself. Because of this case, Lyle, Sentenced to 15 years in prison. But as Lestrade just confirmed, Lyle is already dead."

After listening, John asked, "So, are you going to go to the prison to ask about the details of Lyle's death?"

"Yeah." Sherlock looked at John and nodded slightly.

Although John understood the general idea, he still didn't understand what this case had to do with Mary.Then he asked, "However, I still don't understand what this case has to do with Mary."

Sherlock stared at John's frowning brows, and said in silence for a while: "According to the information I have, there is something else hidden about the case ten years ago, and Mike, who died not long ago, is the core of the case ten years ago. "

Sherlock paused, glanced at John who was still puzzled, and said, "The dead Lyle may have something to do with Mary..."

"Wait, wait." John held out his palm to signal Sherlock to stop.

John frowned and thought for a while, then suddenly raised his eyebrows and said, "You mean, Mike killed Lisa ten years ago, and then planted it on Lyle?"

When Sherlock heard John's inference, the corners of his mouth curled into a beautiful arc, "John, you are getting smarter!" Sherlock sat up a little excitedly and said, "Because Mike is the boss of Lisa and Lyle. So according to In Mike's case, it was him."

John looked at the smile on the corner of Sherlock's mouth, and a smile melted on the corner of his own mouth.But John thought about it and asked again: "But what does this case have to do with Mary?"

Sherlock avoided John's eyes and said flatly, "I should have known it when I went to prison."

John looked at Sherlock's side face, and just about to say something, the taxi arrived at the destination.

Looking at Sherlock's back, John always felt that something was wrong with Sherlock.

After the two sat down in the interrogation room, two guards in police uniforms came in and sat opposite them in a short while.

One of the guards with a solemn face said straight to the point: "We have already learned about the specific situation from Chief Lestrade. What do you two want to know?"

Sherlock put his fingers on the table and said, "We want to know when Lyle died? What was the cause of death?"

The guard opened the folder he brought and said: "Lyle died on the 10th day after entering the prison. That is, on July 2004, 7. The cause of death was asphyxiation by hanging."

After listening to the guard's explanation with his head down, Sherlock raised his head and asked, "What was the situation when Lyle was found dead?"

The guard froze for a moment, then tilted his head to signal another guard beside him and said, "You have to ask him for the details, he was the one who found Lyle hanged himself."

Sherlock focused all his eyes on the guard. The guard was obviously a little nervous, and he kept rubbing his hands back and forth: "In fact, everything was normal that night. After I checked the room, I went to sleep in the guard room. The second When I woke up this morning, I found Lyle hanging from the wall." When the guard said this, his whole body trembled with excitement, as if the scene of Lyle's death was in front of him.

"And then?" Sherlock's interjection calmed down the guard a lot.

"I was an intern at that time, and I was scared to death when I encountered this situation for the first time." The guard wiped the cold sweat from his forehead due to excessive tension, and continued: "Then I immediately opened the cell door, Let him down. I remember that at that time, his body lost its original body temperature, and it had already turned into a cold and stiff corpse."

Sherlock asked: "He strangled himself with a sheet?"

Hearing this, the guard nodded and replied, "Yes. He tore off half of the bed sheet, and threw the other half on the bed casually."

Sherlock then asked, "Did you find out that he left anything behind?"

After thinking for a while, the guard replied cautiously, "No."

Sherlock lowered his head and thought for a while, then asked, "Then did you find anything strange about Lyle?"

The guard fell into deep thought, carefully recalling the scene at that time.

After a while, the guard raised his head and said, "When you say that, I thought it was weird at the time. Lyle didn't struggle at all when he died."

Hearing this, John described it professionally: "You mean, there is no bulging eyeball, and there is no trace of a rope strangled on the neck?"

After hearing John's description, the guard nodded abruptly and said, "Yes. He looked as if he was asleep, and he didn't have the painful struggle before suffocation at all."

John then asked, "Did you perform an autopsy on Lyle?"

The previous guard said, "No, we didn't conduct an autopsy because he committed suicide by hanging himself."

John wanted to ask something else, but felt Sherlock beside him stand up suddenly. Sherlock glanced at the two guards and said, "I have basically understood." Sherlock turned his head to John again and said, "John ,let's go."

After watching Sherlock open the door and walk out, John apologized to the two guards: "Sorry for the interruption, thank you very much." After speaking, John chased out the door.

John caught up with Sherlock, lowered his voice and asked, "What's wrong with you?" Although the voice was not loud, John's tone revealed that he was angry.

Sherlock glanced at John's furious but trying to suppress his anger out of the corner of his eye, and explained, "It's nothing. It's just that all the questions that should be asked have been asked. That's it."

Seeing Sherlock's calm expression, John was completely defeated.John sighed, "So, what conclusion did you draw?"

"There is no conclusion. Because the body has not been seen, it has been too long, and there is no way to find it." Sherlock still looked calm.

When John heard Sherlock's conclusion, his eyes widened in surprise, and he raised his decibel: "Sherlock! You knew this before, so why did you come to prison?"

Sherlock immediately raised a standard smile and said, "Just come here to see if the situation in the prison is okay."

When John heard this, he didn't know how to answer the conversation.John had no choice but to pass Sherlock and walk in front alone.

Sherlock looked at John's appearance, followed up and said, "Are you angry?"

John didn't even look at Sherlock, and replied directly: "No."

Sherlock didn't directly poke John, but instead asked, "Then why are you walking so fast all of a sudden?"

John stopped, turned his head, stared into Sherlock's eyes, took a deep breath, and replied, "I want to go to the hospital to see my son soon."

Sherlock looked into John's eyes and said, "Okay. Then you go to the hospital early. I'll go back first." Sherlock stopped a taxi by the side of the road and got in without hesitation.

John looked at Sherlock who walked away without even saying hello, and a flame grew in his heart. John clenched his fists tightly, hammered down hard, and then stopped a taxi to go to the hospital.

The taxi that Sherlock took did not drive to the apartment on Baker Street, but drove directly to a residential house.

☆, the male voice in the tape

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The taxi stopped in front of a residential house, and Sherlock went straight to the door and rang the bell.

"Here we come!" The voice from the door seemed to be the hostess.

After the door opened, Sherlock saw the hostess who was slightly fat because of her upright middle age, but judging from the outline of her face, she should have been a beauty when she was young.Sherlock raised the corner of his mouth politely and said, "Is Jack at home?"

The hostess frowned impatiently because of the noise of the children in the room, and shouted into the room: "Be quiet, Lyle!"

Sherlock froze for a moment when he heard this, and then through the gap in the head of the hostess, he saw a dark-skinned little boy sitting on the carpet in the living room playing with toys.When the hostess turned her head, Sherlock immediately withdrew his gaze from looking into the room, and refocused his eyes on the hostess's face.

The hostess looked Sherlock up and down, and asked vigilantly, "Why are you looking for Jack?"

Sherlock clenched his hand into a fist, put it under his nose, cleared his throat, and said, "Uh... I'm Jack's old friend, and I happened to be here on a business trip today, so I came to see him."

The vigilance of the hostess was still not shaken by Sherlock's words. The hostess put her arms around her chest and asked, "May I ask your name?"

Sherlock smiled faintly, "I am Sherlock Holmes."

After listening, the hostess asked after thinking for a moment, "Sherlock Holmes? Why haven't I heard him mention it?"

Sherlock waved his index finger in the air and explained: "Oh! We are young, but we separated for some reason when we were very young. He probably won't recognize me now."

After hearing this, the hostess spread her hands and said, "He's not at home at this time, come back in a few days."

"That's such a pity, I may have to leave London tomorrow." Sherlock looked disappointed.

Seeing Sherlock's expression, the hostess seemed to relax her vigilance, and said with a gentle face: "You can call him to catch up."

Hearing this, Sherlock immediately put his forehead on his forehead and sighed: "Oh! I'm very sorry, my mobile phone was stolen yesterday, and I don't even have Jack's mobile phone number. Can you tell me Jack's phone number again? ?”

When the hostess entered the room to get Sherlock's business card, she didn't see the smile on the corner of Sherlock's mouth because of the success of the trick.

Sherlock sincerely took the business card handed over by the hostess, and expressed his gratitude: "Thank you."

Sherlock put the business card he had received into his pocket and left the house.

After Sherlock returned to his apartment on Baker Street, he took out his business card and sent a text message to the number on it.

"Is your son's name Lyle because of your own guilt?"

After Sherlock sent the text message, he put his phone on the table, stared at the clock on the wall, and waited for a reply.

"Who are you?" The other party's response clearly revealed that he knew the truth.

"If you want to know, come to apartment 8B Baker Street at 221 o'clock tonight." After sending the text message, Sherlock put the phone back in his pocket and went out to the hospital.

After Sherlock arrived at the hospital, he saw John sitting on a bench thinking about something in front of the baby nursery.

After Sherlock sat down next to John, he asked, "Little Sherlock, how is it?"

John turned his face to look at Sherlock, and said in an angry tone, "His name is not Sherlock!"

Sherlock shrugged, "Okay. You haven't named him yet?"

John didn't speak, but rested his forehead with his palm, and rubbed his temples on both sides with his thumb and middle finger, looking a little tired.

Sherlock watched John's series of actions, and said lightly: "John, you are angry."

John pursed his lips downward, closed his eyes hard and then opened them: "I didn't."

"You're just angry." Sherlock pulled the corners of his mouth down with both hands, imitating John's anger.

"You, are you a child?" John rolled his eyes helplessly.

"No. I'm just proving that you're really angry." Sherlock lowered his hand and looked into John's eyes.

After John let out a long breath, he put his arms around his chest and said, "Okay, I'm angry. Sherlock, what do you want to tell me?"

Sherlock blinked, pursed his lips and said with a shallow smile: "No."

John didn't expect Sherlock's answer to be like this, and he slumped on the chair in frustration.

Seeing John's reaction, Sherlock raised a beautiful arc at the corner of his mouth. Sherlock patted John's shoulder, leaned close to John's ear and whispered: "Go back to the apartment early. You will know everything in the evening."

John was a little embarrassed because of Sherlock's intimate actions. He always felt that when Sherlock spoke, the warm breath was itchy on his side face, and the air was sucked into his body through his nose, which even made his heart feel a little itchy.Although John is very calm on the surface.But John lowered his head and coughed twice: "Understood."

Looking at John's reaction, Sherlock knew that he was a little embarrassed, so he moved closer mischievously, pressed his thin lips against John's ear and said, "Don't be late at 8 o'clock in the evening."

Slightly cool lips, deep voice, and warm breath all transmit sensations to the brain through the pinnae, and then the brain transmits the feeling of itching to all parts of the body.

John shivered reflexively and said, "I know."

"Okay, then I'll go back first, take a good look at little Sherlock." After saying that, Sherlock stood up and left.

John looked at the figure of Sherlock waving goodbye to him with his back to him, and a mess of emotions came to his heart. Just now... what happened to him?

At 7:55 in the evening, Sherlock and John sat on the sofa and stared at each other silently.

John looked at his watch and asked Sherlock, "Are we waiting for food?"

Sherlock glanced lazily at the clock on the wall, focusing on John, "Yes, an important dish."

"Okay, it's almost 8 o'clock, why is there still no one?" John tapped the sofa with his fingers in sequence with his right hand.

Sherlock closed his eyes and made a silence gesture, then suddenly opened his eyes and said, "He's coming!"

As soon as Sherlock finished speaking, there was a knock on the door.

Just as John opened the door, there was a black man in a suit and leather shoes standing in front of the door. The young man had thick eyebrows and big eyes, and thick lips that matched those of sausages.Typical black image.

John politely extended his hand to the room and said, "Please come in."

"Thank you." Jack nodded slightly.

"Jack! Long time no see!" After seeing Jack entering the room, Sherlock stepped forward and gave Jack a hug.

Seeing the scene in front of him, John frowned suspiciously. Although he didn't know what was going on, John still decided not to interrupt the conversation between the two, and continued to observe.

"Who are you?" Jack was confused by the sudden hug and Sherlock who didn't know him at all.

"I'm Sherlock Holmes." Sherlock sat back on the sofa, and stretched out his hand to signal Jack to sit on the wooden chair that had been placed earlier.

Jack sat on the wooden chair and looked at Sherlock carefully, then asked, "Are you the famous detective Sherlock?"

"Yes. I'm glad you can call me that." Sherlock nodded politely.

Jack withdrew his gaze, lowered his head and said, "Then you should know everything."

"Well... almost. But I still need to figure out one thing." Sherlock tilted his head and said to John: "John, go and turn on the tape player on my desk."

John didn't know what medicine was sold in Sherlock's gourd, so he walked to the table with his mouth curled up, and pressed the tape player.

With a "click", the tape player started to run, and Jack's hand on his thigh suddenly grabbed his trousers, listening to the sound coming from the tape with all his attention.

A deep male voice sounded: "Lyle, I know you didn't kill Lisa, but there's nothing I can do..."

Jack's face was obviously not as calm as when he first came in, Sherlock raised his hand to John and said, "Okay, stop."

John hesitantly pressed the stop button, Sherlock looked at Jack's flustered expression due to nervousness and fear, and said lightly: "The person speaking in this tape is you, isn't it, Jack?"

Jack was obviously not mentally prepared for such a straightforward question, Jack kept silent and just sat quietly on the chair.

"Don't worry, I won't send this tape to the police station." Sherlock began to dispel Jack's psychological barriers.

After listening to Jack, he slowly raised his head to look at Sherlock and asked weakly, "You mean what you say?"

John interjected with a smile, "Of course."

Jack glanced at John, adjusted his breathing, and then began to tell what happened that day.

"That night, that is, the afternoon when Lisa was found, Lyle came to my house to question me about what happened to him after he was drunk that day. At that time, Lyle felt that he was framed by someone, and I knew that Lyle would definitely not commit murder. evil deeds, but..." Jack said, his voice was a little choked up.

Listening to Jack's choked up narration, Sherlock continued, "But you were threatened not to say anything."

Jack looked up and looked calm.