Sherlock Holmes

Sherlock did not answer immediately, but stared at the corner of the photo again. After a while, he finally explained:

"Actually, I'm not only confused about this fork, I'm also very concerned about the posture of the deceased."

As he spoke, he pulled out another photo [photographed at an angle facing the corpse] and placed it on his desk together with the photo [close-up of the head on the dining table].

"You see, when we found Pope Nadine Bellew, he was in this posture. He was holding a table knife in his right hand and his key in his left hand. But everyone could see that he was holding the key. That hand should have been holding the fork.

So why do the forks and keys swap places? "

Hopkins frowned and pondered for a while, then shook his head: "I can't think of a possibility. When Pope Nadine Bellew was eating, she was holding the key. After all, the key was to enter where he was. The only way to hold it in a room gives you a great sense of security.”

As soon as he finished speaking, he denied his idea:

"Well, that's not right to think that way. There is macaroni on his dining table. If he holds the key in one hand and the cutlery in the other, then no matter how you think about it, he should be holding a fork, not a knife. Find a way to eat noodles.”

"Yes." Sherlock continued to look at the two photos:

"In short, based on the clues available now, the following inferences can be made.

First: the door must be locked, so if you want to enter the room, you must have a key.

Second: The key is in the hands of the Pope, which means that no one can enter the room.

These two points are definitely contradictory, unless our Pope has a brain problem and does something like [actively opening the door for others].

But in that case, the only people who could get close to his room without being discovered by others were people inside the church, or some guy who could become invisible. However, even if this is the case, there is no way to explain why the key is in the hands of the deceased when the door is locked. Even if the invisible man has been squatting in the corner of the room, it is not true, because no murder weapon was found at the scene. It's just invisible, but there's no way to take the murder weapon out.

And this situation is too slim. If the Ripper is really just a person with special abilities, then he must have reached the second level. I don't think a second-level contractor or above can hide the Holy See from being a person. The identity of ordinary people wanders in society. After all, without the help of the Holy See, few people can break through the line of peak.

So to take a step back, even if that guy is really a genius, can break through to the second level on his own, and has special abilities beyond ordinary people, then there seems to be nothing worth paying attention to when he kills these people.

Using special abilities to kill people is really pointless. "

When Sherlock said this, his eyes finally broke away from the two photos on the table, but since his speaking speed would soar to a very scary level at this time, in order to cope with the coherence of his thinking, he almost He continued without a break:

"Actually, I can clearly feel that Mr. Ripper is an extremely conceited person, otherwise he would not have left a notice of murder, let alone such meaningless actions as decapitation, dismemberment, and disembowelment of the deceased. action.

The reason why he did this is most likely to show his strength and want people to remember him.

If you have been using special abilities to kill people, then if it were me, I would definitely not feel the slightest sense of satisfaction, let alone dismember the corpse or chop off the head of the deceased with great fanfare. I experienced this when I was in the School of Life Sciences last year. Once, although it did not affect my reasoning, it also caused me to not sleep well for several days.

So I can put myself in his shoes and understand that a killer who can make the Inquisition helpless must have a sense of self-identity.

So let me make a preliminary guess that his killing method should not have any contract ability. It is the most common method that can be realized in a physical sense. "

Hopkins listened to Sherlock's evaluation. At first, he thought what this guy said was reasonable, but the more he listened, the more wrong he became. In the end, he actually put himself into the criminal's mind.

As a detective, is it really appropriate for you to use this tone to describe the murderer?

But Hopkins didn't say much, because he quickly thought of the things Sherlock had done before, and it seemed that treating him as a detective was the most inappropriate idea.

And Sherlock's last conjecture was a bit too hard to accept.

In such an absolutely secret room, is it really possible to kill someone without resorting to the contract ability?

Time passed bit by bit, and the sky gradually grew brighter. The people of the Inquisition investigated the entire scene, but the things they finally found were actually things that Sherlock had already discovered.

As a pope, Nadine Bellew's headless body could not always be left at the crime scene. At the request of countless family members and church monks, his body was taken away and a solemn ceremony was held. But an extremely secretive funeral. Because the mysterious death of a pope is likely to plunge the diocese he manages into some unnecessary panic. In fact, most of the prominent figures in society killed by the Ripper have had their news blocked. To this day, the 'Ripper' in the eyes of the public is actually just a serial murderer who has not yet spared the time to catch him.

In this way, three days have passed, and four days have passed. The funeral of Pope Nadine Bellew has ended successfully, but his death is like all previous cases. There is still no clue. Even Sherlock has no clue. Every day I became more and more silent, sometimes in a daze, sometimes wandering around the villa where Nightingale lived alone, sometimes looking at the sun in the sky, squinting to block the sunlight, as if I wanted to get some kind of enlightenment from the stars outside that day.

On the fifth day after the death of Pope Nadine Bellou, it was also the tenth day after the wealthy banker entered the treasury.

Several members of the Imperial Investigation Team arrived at the London Underground Bank on the date set at the beginning. After a long descent in the elevator and a seemingly random but extremely rigorous inspection, they finally got the copy of the bank account in London. The password is stored here.

In the process, everyone will have the same idea when looking at the insurmountable horizontal ditch formed by the majestic underground river.

[This password cannot be stolen].

At three o'clock in the afternoon that day, Sherlock and others came to the underground vault of the bank again. The bank manager took the password and turned the huge wheel lock of the vault hard. After the last turn, there was a not loud sound. , indicating that the door that had been closed for ten days was finally opened again.

Two bank clerks grabbed the door and pulled it open

Looking along the opened heavy steel door, the pale light pouring down from the top of the head.

The banker was lying curled up on the ground.

The hearts of those who saw this scene stopped subconsciously, and they naturally felt confused. After staying in this place completely isolated from the outside world for ten days, although there were books, they must have been bored to death. Now the door is finally opened. Why wasn't he excited? Why didn't he happily run out and hug the people outside the door? Why didn't he stand proudly in the middle of the vault and mockingly said that the so-called Ripper was nothing more than that.

No one wanted to think too much in that direction, everyone just walked into the vault quickly.

"Mr. Cosell?" A bank employee called the banker's name anxiously.

There is no reflection.

Watson quickened his pace, walked over, and then pushed the body curled up on the ground.

The body was like a pile of rolled-up cloth. Following the force of the push, it spread out directly on its back. The pale face and painfully wide eyes ruthlessly showed the incredible answer to everyone.

"Unrelated persons are not allowed to approach." Sherlock said softly, then looked around, then took a few steps to walk to Watson's side.

"How did you die?" he asked.

Watson frowned, checked the body repeatedly, and then answered hesitantly:

"Preliminary conclusion: Starved to death."