Sherlock Holmes

This street is located on the edge of London. It has not yet had time to install electric street lights, so it looks drowsy. The too dim light shines on the wet gravel road and cannot provide much visibility at all, as if it is deliberately There is something hidden in the darkness.

Since Gregson found the location this time, he also led the way. The two carriages drove quickly through the deserted streets. Sherlock and Watson sat in the one at the back. As for the one in front, they were alone. Captain Gregson sat there, and because he was a bit wide, it would be very crowded for three people.

The time now is eight o'clock at night, so even if calculated according to the most generous time, within 72 hours, Miss Nightingale will face her murder. That little piece of paper with the name on it was really like a virus, growing out of one corpse and then burrowing into another corpse. No one could see or touch it.

As a doctor, Watson has been responsible for autopsy work in the past few days. At this time, he was looking out the window, and the flickering light shone into the carriage, pulling his beautiful face into the interweaving of light and darkness.

The pursuit of beauty made him naturally admire Miss Nightingale, so he naturally would not accept her impending death. However, after being exposed to these cases, he felt a kind of powerlessness from the bottom of his heart. feel.

Looking at Sherlock who was opposite him, his unkempt hair swayed slightly with the bumps of the carriage. During this period, his detective friend seemed to have been silent, not interacting with those in the trial court. When contacted by the staff, they didn't even go to the office set up in Whitechapel. They didn't even care much about Miss Nightingale's safety. They just wandered around the villa from time to time, and sometimes left the villa directly.

In his words, places with too many people are not conducive to thinking, so he wanted to find a quiet place with no one.

However, three people have died now, and the fourth one is about to be Miss Nightingale. Why can Sherlock still remain calm?

"Do you already know something?" Watson asked suddenly.

"Huh?" Sherlock raised his head and looked at Watson with some confusion: "Why do you ask?"

"Because I think you are a little careless about these cases." Watson said: "According to my understanding, Sherlock is a conceited, shameless person who wants to express himself whenever he gets the chance. When he encounters an interesting case, the whole People will be as excited as a perverted guy

But these cases are obviously very incredible, but you spend most of the time doing nothing, even wandering around. Sometimes, you are not even eager to express your opinions, but ask Hopkins what they think. .

This is different from what you usually do, because you should have observed all the information thoroughly within a few seconds of seeing the murder scene, so why are you asking questions you already know the answers to? The problem? "

Sherlock frowned slightly and looked at his partner: "Am I such a pervert in your mind?"

"That's not the point. The point is why are you so abnormal about these cases?"

Sherlock spread his hands helplessly: "There is no reason. I just didn't think of the murder method, let alone who the Ripper was, so naturally I said less."

"You can't think of it? How is it possible?"

"Why isn't it possible?"

"Because you are Sherlock, and you claim to be the most powerful detective in the world. How could you have a case that you can't think of?" Watson said lightly, then looked at him with his peripheral vision and said leisurely: "So, you You already know something, right? Not only do we know it, but we know more than we thought. "

Sherlock didn't answer the question, but turned his eyes wordlessly out of the car window.

"hey-hey."

In the quiet night, he smiled suddenly, and the light of a street lamp flashed away with his sudden smile, reflecting the shadow under the bridge of his nose that was too high, making it look a bit scary.

Soon, the carriage stopped at the downstairs of an old building. Some people from the Imperial Royal Investigation Team had already surrounded the place. The yellow and black cordon was raised, attracting the curiosity of many people around. They stood at a distance. Standing, pointing.

Sherlock and Watson got out of the car, then followed Gregson into the corridor and walked straight up.

In fact, when they first reached the second floor, the smell of blood was already wafting in the air, and it became more and more intense as it went up. In the process, several people could clearly feel that this building was extremely old. , it is basically an unfinished building after private reconstruction. The handrails of the stairs are all made of wood. Some doors do not even have locks, only the simplest old door bolts. Looking through some open doors, you can see There is a rough room without any furniture, and there are some scattered beddings on the floor. It is estimated that homeless people will stay here at night.

Obviously, there is no safety at all in this kind of place, but because they are all homeless and elderly residents, the social life here is extremely simple and lacking. As a hiding place, it is indeed a good choice.

Finally, several people arrived at the 7th floor and saw the half-open door.

On the inside of the door, there was an arm hanging out, and there was a bloody hole in the palm of the hand.

Sherlock walked into the room and took in everything in the room with just a casual glance.

But this is not to show his keen observation, but because this room is too small, less than 10 square meters, empty and boxy, with no decoration on the wall, not even a window. There was none, just a layer of blue-gray cement was applied hastily, and there was only a thicker blanket on the ground, where the deceased slept before proving.

As a stage actor, she can't be said to be rich, but she is certainly well-off. Being able to hide and live in such a place for so many days is considered a hardship for her.

Then he turned his head and glanced at the door of the room. Sherlock finally saw the deceased.

Obviously, this is an extremely beautiful woman. Although she is dressed very ordinary, her red wine-colored hair is draped over her shoulders, which is enough to make her skin white and delicate. There are so many aristocratic young men pursuing her. , it is not unreasonable.

But now she is dead, and her body is nailed to the door.

To be more specific, her entire body was in a [large] posture, with a large iron nail passing through the heart in the middle of her body, nailing it to the door panel. When she came in just now , you can even see the tips of the nails poked out of the other side of the wooden door. Your legs are spread apart, and your hands are in a 'horizontal' position, level with your shoulders. There are also large thick nails piercing through your hands and feet. .

The door to the room in this old building is very narrow. If a person's body is in this posture, then the area she occupies must be wider than a door. In other words, the arms and legs of the deceased have exceeded the door frame. the edge of.

Therefore, her left hand and foot were nailed to the door, but her right side was nailed directly to the wall next to the door.

As Captain Gregson said at the beginning, this man's body became the seal of the door, making this dilapidated room and the wooden door that could be kicked open with one kick an absolute secret room.

Three secret room murders in a row is a bit long, but I have really simplified it very much. Now we can start the serious plot. Please vote.