[Zhongyingmei] Convict you

Ryan chuckled, he didn't intend to have too much conversation with this noble Mr. Cat, so he said: "I think you should understand this better than me, sir. After all, you are a resident of Baker Street, aren't you?" ?”

The gentleman's eyes reminded him of the feeling of being spied on Baker Street a few days ago. A person with such eyes must not be an ordinary character.

"You are a detective, aren't you?" Ryan asked with a smile. He looked at Sherlock who seemed to doubt his acting skills, and said gently, "After all, there is no way to disguise your eyes. I didn’t know about your existence from some social media. I think you understand that I also just arrived in the UK not long ago.”

Sherlock restrained his disguise, and looked at Ryan with gray eyes inquiringly, without hesitation.

"Who did you entrust to investigate me?" Ryan scattered the bread crumbs in his hand on the ground, watching the pigeons flying around swarming up, "I think it's only the case of bloodletting that happened a few days ago , are you a good friend of Inspector Lestrade? Then I also know your identity, Mr. Sherlock Holmes."

Sherlock quietly listened to Ryan's reasoning, which was a bit unlike his usual appearance, but it was obvious that he had become interested in this man.

"Very proficient reasoning, based on a person's micro-expression and his words, you can infer that person's identity. Of course, it is not assumed that you know me in advance, Mr. Quill." Sherlock's cold gray eyes scanned Ryan up and down, It seems that they want to discover something from him.

"You are a psychologist from the United States, but you are not working now because you have not looked at your phone. But you are paying attention to it, which means that someone you care about is waiting for the call, whether it is a lover, or a A man." Sherlock said quickly, without giving him any time to react, "What is the purpose of your coming to England? An invitation from a relative. You only have this relative, so you attach so much importance to her. But You're disgusting her again because you're not wearing the scarf she gave you."

Ryan looked at the plaid scarf that he put aside, and smiled inexplicably, then he looked at the detective and exclaimed, "A good guess. So what exactly do you want from me?"

"After all," Ryan glanced vaguely at the man reading the newspaper on the bench next to him, and smiled at Sherlock, "Your boyfriend seems to be impatient."

That's right, it was Watson who was sitting on the side. He was watching Ryan's movements all the time and heard every word they said clearly. When he heard what Ryan said, he seemed a little embarrassed. He cleared his throat, then put down the newspaper, and said to Ryan seriously: "You misunderstood, we don't have such a relationship, Sherlock is just my roommate."

Ryan shrugged noncommittally, but Sherlock simply ignored him, just staring straight at Ryan, looking for an opening.

Sherlock asked: "What kind of person is your aunt?"

"A queen," Lane described, suddenly remembering that this was England, and added, "She was always the one in the lead, with the ability to judge decisively. One of the toughest people in our family."

"The group of goldfish in Scotland Yard didn't find your childhood information, and they couldn't get accurate information about you from the US authorities." Then Sherlock looked at Ryan with cold eyes, like an ocelot that saw its prey, " American Minor Protection Program. What did you do?"

"I don't think my childhood is of any help to the progress of this case." Ryan shook his head, ready to kill him, the less people knew about his childhood, the better, "But, I can tell you about me I know about this case."

"That morning, the air was so good that I could smell the natural smell. I jogged along the path for about 10 minutes, preparing to return. But I heard a sound that I couldn't ignore. When I walked Entering, the voice turned into a roar, which was vented by a person in an extremely desperate situation. Then I saw the cabin and the woman." Ryan said while recalling.

Suddenly, he looked into Sherlock's eyes and said, "I remembered something, and I don't know if it's true. But when I first walked into the wooden house there, I asked about the smell of paint, very slightly , but there is no way to ignore it.”

"Your uncle is a painter." Sherlock understood, he squinted at Ryan's expression.

Ryan's expression remained unchanged, and he said with a smile: "I know."

Because of Ryan's confession, Richard became the object of suspicion. He sat in the interrogation room with a hunched back, but his originally tall body appeared extremely thin.His eyes were black and blue, his nails were white, and his lips were bloodless.His eyes stared blankly at the ground, which made Ryan feel that Richard without Margo was nothing.

Yes, he was standing outside the interrogation room, watching Richard's every move.Sherlock glanced at Ryan, then entered the room.

"You went to the cabin that morning." Sherlock said firmly as soon as he entered the door, and he sat opposite Richard, staring at him with cold eyes.

"Yes." Richard rubbed his fingers, his voice was trembling, and he seemed trembling, he wanted to go home, he wanted to stay by Margo's side, only when he was by Margo's side did he feel himself It still exists, and he is still alive, so he asked cautiously, "Can I go?"

After getting a negative answer, a kind of emotion accumulated in Richard's heart, a kind of raging anger, but he pinched the back of his hand and tried to calm himself down, so he continued to ask: "What do you want?" What about me?"

Richard's movements naturally couldn't escape Sherlock's eyes. He frowned and continued: "We have identified your paintings. There is human DNA in those pigments. You are painting with human blood mixed with pigments."

Especially the self-portrait he painted for Margot, the canvas is mostly red, and all of them are outlined by human blood.

"I don't know, I don't know." The gloomy man suddenly became very helpless. He hugged his head, his eyes widened, his fingers bent involuntarily, and his hair pulled his scalp.

"You are the murderer." Sherlock concluded this, he felt that the case was really boring, and he found the truth easily, without any excitement, so he didn't stay any longer, got up and left.

"I want to go home." Richard's deep voice came from behind him, "I want to go home, Margot is still waiting for me."

Sherlock stopped talking to Richard, opened the door and was about to go out, but suddenly felt something was wrong. When he turned around, he saw that Richard's handcuffed hands were already bloody, but he didn't seem to notice it. Staring at Sherlock like a hungry wolf looking for food.His eyes were bloodshot, and there was a sense of despair and collapse spreading.

Sherlock stared coldly, opened the door and walked out.No, no, the real murderer is not the man in front of him, he is just a puppet controlled by the police, the real murderer is Ryan's aunt, Margot Quill!

Thinking of this, Sherlock raised his head and looked at Ryan. Ryan noticed the sight and smiled at Sherlock. He praised: "That's great, Sherlock, a murderer has been arrested and brought to justice, and there is another person in this world One less crime."

Seeing that Sherlock didn't speak, Ryan smiled less, and he asked, "Do you need to celebrate? Sherlock."

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"Black, it's scary." Margot curled up on the sofa, with the blanket that Ryan brought to her draped over her back, "So I like red, bright and hot."

The gigantic portrait is gone, and Scotland Yard are trying to identify who the blood inside belongs to.Margo's exquisite makeup has disappeared, and she looks extremely decadent now.

"Why do so many things happen when you come here?" Margo looked fiercely at Ryan who was sitting beside him, drinking coffee leisurely, "What exactly do you want?"

"Helpyou." Ryan put down his coffee and looked at Margot sincerely, "I only have you as my relative in this world, aunt, of course I hope you can stay away from danger forever. And Richard is such a danger .”

"I don't believe you don't know anything." Margot avoided Ryan's sight, she gritted her teeth, she didn't expect that Ryan, who was raised by herself, would bite herself back, "Tell me Ryan, you are taking revenge ?"

"No, you misunderstood me." Ryan shook his head, the so-called elegant smile still hung on the corner of his mouth, "I am very grateful to you for willing to take care of me since my father died. You are like my second Mother, of course I will do my best to protect you and not let you have the same experience as my first mother."

Ryan stood up, walked slowly towards the refrigerator, and said: "Actually, when I came to the UK, the first time I approached you, I asked about a bloody smell. I am naturally sensitive to smells. When I asked When I got to this taste, I knew that I needed to protect you."

He walked to the refrigerator, observed the refrigerator carefully, and said, "This refrigerator is very large, and there is also a lot of space inside, but it is far from enough. So, what is hidden in it?"

Ryan opened the refrigerator and found a dark compartment inside, and then removed the dark compartment, which contained bags of fresh blood.

"There used to be such an ancient legend that when you suck the blood of countless people, you can maintain a youthful appearance for a period of time. But this is far from enough." Ryan observed the blood bag in his hand, and then stared at it closely. Margot said, "Only the blood of a close relative can keep a person young forever."

"Auntie, you came here for this purpose, right? But why didn't you kill me?" Ryan was puzzled. When Richard invited him to go boating on the lake, he felt a killing intent at that time, but Richard De did not make a move for a long time.After that, the killing intent gradually declined.

"Because of family." Margot smiled vaguely, "It is impossible for me to kill my only remaining relatives because of my own selfishness. I stopped Richard. He loves me and is willing to do it for me. anything."

Such feelings reminded Ryan of Jenny, the murderer who pretended to be blind, so he said, "Come on, Margo, get out of here tonight. Come on, Margot."

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