Sherlock Holmes

"Would you like to tell me about your wife?" Sherlock asked.

"Yes." Deacon Bader didn't even give the other party a chance to prepare, and said directly: "Karin is 35 years old. She has a narrow social circle. She has a quiet personality and likes warm-colored objects. She goes there almost every week. Go to an art exhibition. As far as I know, there are no enemies and no debt problems."

He said everything about his wife in such a straightforward manner, with no ups and downs in his tone, and there was not even much pause in the middle, which showed that he had gone over these things in his mind many times.

"Then do you know why she appeared near that alley that day?"

"have no idea."

"Then do you have any guesses about the word [YES]?"

"No."

"So do you know what dress your wife was wearing that day?"

"I don't know, I don't care about her clothes."

Bader calmly gave his answers to the next few questions. Although most of them were 'don't know', it still gave Sherlock some understanding of the deceased.

So, he started thinking;

There was also a brief silence in the room

After a few minutes:

"Mr. Sherlock, maybe I shouldn't disrupt the rhythm of your work, but... I want to hear your current analysis of the case."

Badr broke the silence, his tone still emotionless, and even sounded quite polite.

But Sherlock knew that he should explain.

It was already 4 o'clock in the morning.

The days in London are always short, and he must find the murderer before the next sunset. This is not only a clergyman's anger at the death of his wife, but also about the face of the Holy See. That was a murderer who killed the family members of clergymen. Such a serious person could still survive under the illumination of the Holy Light. Then every second of his life was a blasphemy against the Holy See.

And as the only detective responsible for this case, I just slept at home. So I have to give some convincing explanations, right?

"Well, in fact, the case is not without some progress." Sherlock leaned forward slightly and said: "As for why the murderer took the victim's clothes, I have thought of many possibilities, but the biggest one should be Just because that piece of clothing would reveal the identity of the murderer

There is also the word written on the viscera. I searched my mind and felt that the word "YES" seems to be given an unusual meaning only in vows or weddings.

However, due to the recordable nature of ‘oath’, the single word YES certainly cannot carry too much meaning.

So I prefer the latter, which is the wedding. "

"wedding?"

"Yes." Sherlock nodded: "As long as the word [YES] appears in a wedding, its meaning does not need any explanation."

As he spoke, he made a gesture as if he were holding an oath in his hand, suppressed his voice, and murmured like an old priest:

“Beautiful bride, you are about to marry this man!

No matter whether your future is good or bad, rich or poor, healthy or sick, happy or sad, will you always love him?

Will you cherish him, respect him, trust him, take care of him, and be loyal to him?

At this time, the bride can only say one word. "

Deacon Bader was silent, his eyes slightly lowered, as if he was thinking about whether this inference was correct or not.

After a long while, he finally murmured in a low voice:

"Yes, at that time, she clearly said [YES]."

This was the first time since he entered the house that he had a visible change in his mood.

At the same time, there was a sound of ‘poof’!

This sound was all too familiar to Sherlock. It was the sound of bones and muscles breaking and rubbing. He lowered his head and stared blankly at an arm that had sunk into his chest, and blood was flowing with difficulty at the collapsed wound.

"You are indeed an amazing detective to be able to think of this just from a corpse.

So I just thought about it.

It would be better for you to die."

Everything is so sudden!

Deacon Badr's movements were too fast, completely beyond the visual capture ability of a mortal.

So, when the blood poured out from the gap in his chest, Sherlock still maintained the same expression as before. It wasn't until the second hand on the wall took a step back that he finally frowned in pain.

The gas lamp above the head swayed slightly, and everything in the room was reflected in confusion.

Badr put his other hand on Sherlock's shoulder without any emotion, and then pushed lightly. The body fell backward due to gravity, and the bloody hand in his chest also naturally twitched. out.

At this time, the second hand on the wall finally took another step back.

Only two seconds.

A fresh life disappeared in the hands of the deacon of the Judgment Division without any struggle or resistance.

There is a gap between contractors and mortals that is not easy to overcome.

In fact, those ordinary contractors are not bad, at least the distance between them and mortals is not that big. If they are greeted by a bullet, they will die anyway;

But the contractor who has evolved to the second stage is a completely different concept.

If they take out any one of them, they can easily kill hundreds of mortals. When they want to kill you, your life will instantly turn into a candle trembling in the sea breeze. The waves are coming towards you, and you can’t even think of how to pray.

What is even more helpless is that most of the contractors who have reached the second stage are clergy under the Holy See.

This results in your death being just death, helpless and useless; just like Sherlock at this moment, with good luck, someone may investigate his death and try to give him justice, but when the clues are touched The moment he arrived at the Holy See, everything became extremely ridiculous.

To put it even further, even if there is such a slim possibility that it proves that he was really killed by a deacon of the Judgment Department, so what. The Judgment Department never involves murder, only trials!

This is still the case even for an incident like this that clearly carries the suspicion of murder and silence.

"Bang!" There was a muffled sound.

The corpse fell to the ground, and large balls of plasma spewed out from the shattered heart, pouring out from the huge hole in the chest;

Deacon Bader rubbed his hand on the scarlet notice in front of his robe, then turned around without taking another look at the body. There was no panic or excitement after killing. For a Deacon of Judgment, killing was a part of life.

Even now, he didn't bother to recall the name of the detective. He just picked up one of the corpse's legs, like dragging a torn cloth bag, and prepared to leave.

The body would later be sunk to the bottom of the Thames.

In this way, everything will be uncorroborated.

In fact, he originally didn't want to go to such trouble because his wife was dead. Even if the detective from the Lower City could really point out that he was the murderer, so what, the Holy See would definitely not punish an ordinary woman. A deacon of the Judiciary.

What's more, this woman is still the property of this deacon.

However, what I hate is that this woman's father is also a clergyman of the Holy See.

From a bloodline perspective, this is fratricide within the Holy See, which is absolutely unforgivable!

Okay, the detective is dead now anyway, everything is over after all.

Deacon Bader dragged the body to the door and was about to leave

That's when his hand was on the doorknob.

"Sure enough, it's the vows made during the wedding."

The detective's voice came from the side again.