Collapse Simulator: Raging at the Imaginary Tree

Soon, he brought a dying dog from the old lady next door. The dog was accidentally hit by a carriage, so it would not live long.

He took a pill from the medicine box and fed it to the dying dog.

The strange thing is that although the dog looked sick, it was fine.

Just when Gregson was about to laugh at the joke, he fed another pill to the dog.

In just half a minute, the dog died.

"This is the medicine the murderer used to kill people." He looked at the scene in front of him with satisfaction.

Gregson finally understood his intention and couldn't help feeling a chill.

Even if the dog was dying, this wasn't the way to end its life, was it?

But his expression was ordinary, as if he had done something very mundane.

"What do you want to say?" Gregson looked at him puzzledly.

He walked over and patted Gregson on the shoulder.

"get ready."

"?"

Just as Gregson was wondering, the doorbell rang.

A coachman came over. He was tall and had rosy cheeks.

"Can you please help me open this box?" He turned his back to the coachman and shouted.

"Okay." The driver's tone was a little impatient.

As he walked forward, he heard a click and the silver bracelet was handcuffed on his hand.

"Mr. Hope, you are under arrest." He smiled.

Gregson immediately touched his waist and found that his handcuffs had been taken away by him without knowing when!

Hope wanted to resist and immediately rushed out the door.

Watson suddenly stood up and pushed Hope to the ground cleanly.

Hope struggled violently, but could not break free from Watson's restraints.

"Watson, are you so good at fighting?"

This scene left him stunned.

Hope is very tall and strong, but he was pinned down by Watson.

Watson is still a little girl after all.

Gregson realized what was going on and immediately blew the police siren to arrest Hope.

"So, why did the murderer come to us?"

Gregson couldn't figure it out.

"Of course I asked him to come over." He raised the reply letter in his hand, which he received in the morning, about the interpersonal relationships of the deceased Drebber.

One of them is his love rival - Hope.

……

Chapter 232 Causes and Consequences

"So how did you do it?" Gregson's face was full of disbelief.

The murderer just came here and "surrendered" like that?

"It's simple. After confirming that the murderer was looking for the wedding ring, I could basically conclude that it was a murder of passion. So I sent a telegram to the Cleveland Police Chief, specifically inquiring about Drebber's marital status."

"In his reply to me, he mentioned that Drebber had accused a love rival and applied for legal protection. The rival's name was Hope. From this, I knew that the murderer was most likely him."

"Then I asked some homeless people around to help me find him at the rickshaw shop. I needed him to pick me up, and he naturally came to me." He spread his hands and narrated the incident calmly.

"How do you know that he won't choose to flee this city but continue to be a coachman?" Gregson asked at this time.

"It's very simple. He is a coachman. It is impossible for a criminal to stop working just after committing a crime. It would easily attract attention, wouldn't it?" he said as a matter of course.

Gregson couldn't refute this. If he was the murderer, he would definitely not leave like that. It would be too conspicuous.

"I still have some questions about the case. Would it be convenient for me to discuss this with Mr. Hope?"

He suddenly put forward an unexpected condition.

"Okay." Gregson had no reason to refuse.

Because Gregson knew very well that the man in front of him was obsessed with solving the case and would not give up until he got to the bottom of it.

Soon, he got some alone time with Hope.

"May I inquire what transpired between you, Drebber, and his assistant, Stangerson?"

He looked at the man in front of him sincerely.

Hope also seemed to relax and had no hostility towards the man who grabbed her.

Hope's mouth curled into a smile, and he smiled happily because he had no worries anymore.

"Forty years ago..."

In May 1847, a traveler named John was walking on a deserted mountain road with a child whose parents had both died.

Their food and water had long been exhausted, and there were only jagged rocks around them. Just as they were about to die, they happened to encounter the Momen followers.

The Momen believers are willing to help them, but the prerequisite is that they must join the Momen sect.

In order to survive, they had no choice but to agree.

Twelve years later, John became smart and capable and became a small wealthy man in the local area.

The girl grew up and her name was Lucy. She was a beautiful girl.

By chance, she met a cattle herder from another place, Hope.

Although Hope is not a Mo sect, she and Hope still spark love.

According to the teachings of Momen, marriage is only allowed within the Momen sect, and Momen believers are not allowed to marry outsiders.

Therefore, Hope and Lucy's love can only proceed secretly.

However, it wasn't long before their relationship was discovered and the Mo sect expelled Hope.

The elders of the Mo sect also ordered Lucy to choose a husband from between his sons Drebber and Stangerson, and gave her a month to consider.

But Drebber and Stangerson already had several wives, and John didn't want Lucy to suffer as a concubine, so he secretly told Hope the news.

Hope finally arrived when the deadline came, prepared the horses, and quietly took the two away.

However, while on the road, due to lack of food, Hope could only go hunting nearby temporarily.

At this moment, the Momen followers caught up.

They killed John and took Lucy away.

Hope was heartbroken and vowed revenge.

He quietly observed nearby, waiting for the opportunity, and later found out that Lucy was abducted by Drebber and married, and died of depression only a month later.

On the eve of Lucy's burial, Hope secretly entered Drebber's house to take a last look at his beloved Lucy and took off the wedding ring on her hand.

Determined to take revenge, he left here temporarily and went to the mine to make a living.

Later, his enemies Drebber and Stangerson left the Momen sect due to internal disputes, left Utah, and their whereabouts are unknown.

After countless searches, they were finally found in Cleveland, but Drebber recognized Hou Bo as soon as they met. He set a trap and put Hou Bo in prison.

When Hope was released from prison, Drebber and Stangerson had already fled to Europe, so Hope went to Europe again and did not catch up with them until he reached London.

In order to make a living, Hou Bo became a coachman, which provided him with convenient conditions to track down his enemies.

Until one day, Zhui Bo got drunk, left Stan Johnson, and returned to his residence alone. He molested the landlord's daughter and was caught by the landlord's son Xia Mingjie, who beat him up and kicked him out. This happened not long ago.

At that time, Hope finally found an opportunity. He waited patiently outside the tavern, waiting for Drebber to come out.

God helps those who work hard. He finally got his wish. When Zhui Bo got into his carriage, he took Zhui Bo to the deserted villa.

"You know what? I prepared two pills, exactly the same, the same color and smell."

"But one was highly poisonous and the other was non-toxic. I let him choose first, and then I swallowed the other one."

"Perhaps this is God's will. That bastard died of the poison, and I can continue my revenge."

"I just didn't expect the ring to fall off accidentally. When I wanted to retrieve it, the body had already been discovered by the police. I had no choice but to pretend to be a drunk to get away with it."

Hope knew that he didn't have much time left, and once Stangerson found him, he would definitely find a way to escape. So he found Stangerson the next morning and wanted to kill him in the same way.

But Stangerson didn't want to sit there and wait for death, so he fought with Hope.

Hope could only pierce his chest with a knife.

Because he heard that the police outside were investigating Xia Mingjie, he immediately slipped away through the window without even having time to get the medicine.

That’s the whole story.

"Great Detective, do you think these two people should die?" Hope suddenly asked.

"From your point of view, you really deserve to die."

He did not stand on the moral high ground to judge whether Hope was right or wrong. On the contrary, he actually agreed with Hope's point of view.

But his eyes were dim and unclear, making it impossible to tell whether he was lying or not.

"Hehe...hehe...if I had met you earlier, maybe we could have become friends." Hope smiled.

Suddenly he started coughing violently, and blood flowed out of his mouth and nose.

"I... I didn't have much time left... It's better for me to die now... Uncle John... Lucy... I have avenged you..."

Hope's face was distorted by pain, but he kept smiling.

He looked up and tried hard to keep his tears from falling.

"Huh...thank you." He stood up and left.

He did not ask about the whereabouts of Hope's accomplices. This kind-hearted man would never reveal any information about his companions.

This is what Hope's eyes told him.

That night, Hope died in prison due to a ruptured hemangioma, which was a tragedy.

Under the dim light, he held a pen in his hand, tapped his forehead lightly, and then wrote a sentence on a piece of paper.

"The fire of revenge burns in my heart, and it will not stop until you pay your debt, and burn it out, and consume everything!"

……

Chapter 233: Spotted Belt

He sat in the armchair, holding the newspaper in his hand, and rubbing his fingers between his lips.

Since Watson was nearby and this was indoors, smoking wasn't really an option.

Although he didn't have a heavy smoking habit, the feeling of being immersed in the fog was as wonderful as being in this world.

It's just like the outside world, right?

In the newspaper, there was a murder case titled "A Study in Scarlet".

"Detectives Gregson and Lester successfully solved the mystery in just two days. Crime Busters!"

His expression was calm and normal, as if he had expected it.

"Is this okay? It's clearly your achievement." Watson looked at him puzzled.

"It doesn't matter. Don't you know we have Watson? I think... I should learn from the miser of ancient Rome." He smiled indifferently.

Let them laugh at you, why bother about it; have a fortune in your heart and enjoy the freedom alone.

He has already received the reward for solving the case, which is indeed a considerable income.

He gave Watson 20 percent of the prize money.