Song Yiqiao slept in Watson's bed that night.

Watson must have been out of the house for a while, and everything was neatly packed, except for a few half-read books on the table, all medical-related, which she flipped through a few times and put them back.

She lay flat on the bed with a hot water bag in one hand, wrapping herself in the warm quilt. Luckily there is a spare quilt, otherwise it would be an embarrassing thing.

The warm touch of the lower abdomen extends to the nerve endings, and the whole person is in a state of relaxation. Song Yiqiao's head was still a little confused, and when he remembered that Sherlock blushed again, he quickly patted his cheek and forced himself to fall asleep quickly.

In a daze, she seemed to have fallen into a sweet dream.

Warm Lips ......

Gasp......

Entangled body ...... and the ...... who are tightly embraced Warm......

Song Yiqiao's eyes opened suddenly, and the beautiful scene instantly turned into an empty ceiling. She suddenly realized something, and flipped up, the tips of her ears burning terribly.

This is this-

"Knock knock."

The sudden knock at the door made her tense nerves suddenly, and her hand slipped and she accidentally fell off the bed, only to hear the exclamation and the heavy muffled pain of contact with the floor.

Sherlock immediately pushed the door open, and saw her lying on the ground with the appearance of a wolf. The short hair covered her cheeks a little messily, the loose pajamas exposed her fair neck and arms, a pair of white and beautiful feet swayed a few times, her ankles were slender, she hummed and chirped a few times, and her coquettish voice was hoarse as if she had just gotten up.

"Shhh...... It hurts! ”

He looked away quietly: "Need help?" ”

"No, no."

Song Yiqiao hurriedly sat up, straightened his hair, and hid his embarrassment seriously, but the flush on his cheeks had been exposed.

"Am I going to bed too late?"

"It's not."

Sherlock was a late riser, and even Watson's incomparably regular routine could not save him, but it was for a reason.

"I have something to do, you stay in your room today and don't go out."

"Why?!"

"Celia was killed last night, just as you left the envelope and left, and now, all the evidence points to Josie, who are already starting to look for you."

"How can this be ......"

She was stunned and muttered in disbelief, "Could it be Holly?" No, why would she target Celia, she couldn't do such a thing with her guts. ”

"Lestrade handed me a case, judging from the current clues, it may be a serial murder, if it is established, the probability that Celia is the victim is very high, and you can come forward after clarification."

Song Yiqiao bit her lip and agreed in frustration.

Sherlock's decision is the most beneficial to her, and now that she has rashly appeared to her whereabouts, it is very likely that she will be involved in the case, she doesn't know much about Josie, it would be bad if she made a mistake or was framed, not to mention, she had to wait for news from the system.

"Go ahead, I'll stay in the room."

He hummed faintly and turned away without saying a word.

Song Yiqiao sat on the bed, brushed the broken hair with his hands, and decided to lie down to fend for himself and sleep until night. She fell down with her head on her pillow and rolled comfortably a few times.

"And ......"

The door was pushed open again, and Song Yiqiao instantly froze in place. She looked up in embarrassment, and the two of them looked at each other, as if they saw a worm writhing on the bed in Sherlock's gray eyes.

Belch......

"Do you have anything else?"

Song Yiqiao hurriedly got up and looked at him casually.

"Breakfast is on the table, everything you can eat is in the refrigerator, I believe you know everything about the microwave with your experience."

“……”

Obviously, the great detective seems to have seen her from the window many times carrying takeaway or frozen food.

"I see."

"And," he said, holding a few books at the head of the bed, "besides passing the time, the most important thing is to fill your empty brain, and you must have read a few books for a long time with your comprehension." ”

“……”

With his words, Song Yiqiao's smile gradually broke.

"Mr. Holmes, you're going to be lonely for the rest of your life." She pursed her lips and admonished sincerely.

"Thank you for your advice."

Sherlock's expression didn't move, and he didn't pay any attention to Song Yiqiao's ridicule, and finally left.

Song Yiqiao closed the door and lay on the bed in a daze as if deflated. Somehow, she suddenly remembered the dream she had had, rolled around with an embarrassed face, and lay on the soft futon.

Lying on her stomach, her sleepiness gradually came up, and she fell asleep unconsciously.

……

On the other side, Sherlock has arrived at the scene of the crime.

"The victim was 23 years old, a company employee, and was found dead. She died in the rental house, and she was found to be her boyfriend Chester, who was judged to have died around 10 o'clock last night, and the killer cut out her tongue after strangling her neck and causing suffocation. The cause is currently unknown and is still under investigation. ”

Inspector Lestrade followed him and briefly explained the situation.

The room wasn't big, the living room was neatly arranged, and the uneaten bacon on the kitchen board was cold. There was an unfinished book on the table, and Sherlock briefly flipped through it, it was Neruda's poetry collection, and when he saw that there was nothing out of the ordinary, he put it down.

The deceased was lying on his back in the doorway, and perhaps because of the struggle, his slippers were kicked far away. There was a lot of blood foaming from her lips, and it was especially horrible to look like black and red blood clots on her pale face and collar.

Sherlock put on her gloves and opened her bloody mouth to look at it.

"Cut your tongue with a blade,......" he muttered to himself, "shut up the dead?" Perhaps 'he' had a heated argument with the deceased, and in his anger he wanted her to remain silent forever. No, if it is related to several other cases...... It is possible to have a corpse collector and hate society. ”

"There were two cases before her," Inspector Lestrade explained, "one was a costume designer, a woman, twenty-six, who was forcibly killed. After rape, he choked his neck and died, from under the examination. In the case of the body, it is suspected that he was sexually assaulted, but the murderer cut off all the skin that could leave marks with a knife, so no valid fingerprints have been found. The other victim was a student, a 19-year-old female, who died in a school warehouse where he was collecting miscellaneous items and was found dead. The abdomen was cut open with a sharp object, and the inside was shattered, and strangely, there was an insect inside. ”

"Insects?"

"It is a common butterfly specimen, so broken that it is almost impossible to see the original appearance."

Sherlock thought for a few seconds, then suddenly stood up.

"Sherlock?"

"I'm going to see them."

"Here's it...... And Chester, the victim's boyfriend, aren't you going to ask? ”

"And prostitutes. I don't think he has the ability to kill his girlfriend, and besides, he doesn't have the guts. ”

Chester, who had been poked in the center, blushed and was embarrassed to accept the inquiring glances of several other police officers.

"Hey, it's human, I'm stressed out and need some special way to vent ......"

He knew that he was wrong, and the more he spoke, the quieter his voice became, and finally he simply shut up.

Sherlock didn't even bother to look at him, and took off his gloves and went out first.

……

Sherlock examined the two bodies and analyzed them methodically but quickly: "The victims were all young women, and judging from the modus operandi, it is likely to be a serial murder. The murderer's methods are relatively simple, and he does not know much about this aspect, so most of the corpses are disposed of to suffocate to death, and finally special methods are used. Judging from the scars, the murderer is medium-sized, has a large hand strength, strong psychological elements, and ...... It is more likely that you know the first victim. ”

"Why? Doesn't she have signs of struggle? ”

"The marks of her struggle are because of suffocation, if it is compulsory. The reason for his behavior is that he has more scars on his body, so not only does he have to pull out his nails and part of his skin, but he has to peel off all his skin in order to be safe. ”

"Do you have a definitive analysis?"

"There is not enough evidence to determine the specific purpose of the murderer's crime. Is there a connection between the victims? For example, people who often haunt a certain place and know each other together, this special modus operandi shows that the murderer is extremely cruel, perhaps with great resentment, and usually has a gentle and polite personality and even cowardice, and it is difficult to find his existence. ”

"The common place has not been found for the time being, the target direction is too big, and it is still being investigated."

Sherlock put on his trench coat and walked out the door in full view.

"Sherlock, do you have any results?" Inspector Lestrade asked nervously.

"Be patient, and the murderer will show his feet." He didn't look back to the tunnel.

After returning to the apartment, Song Yiqiao slept soundly, she nestled in the sofa, holding a book in both hands, and her head was eating rice little by little like a chicken.

Suddenly, as if she felt someone approaching, she opened her eyes suddenly, and her vigilant gaze eased as she swept over Sherlock: "Fortunately, you came back, and I thought it was someone else, which startled me." ”

"How's it going, is there any progress on the case?"

"There is still a need for a breakthrough."

"Was it a couple of killings in the newspapers?" Song Yi Chobi combed with his hands, "The first one to be strangled and skinned, there is a strong. adulterous violations; the second is also a chokehold, and the abdomen is stirred open by a sharp weapon; The third was strangled with a rope and had his tongue cut. In addition to suffocating them to death first, the follow-up is simply strange and confusing. ”

"The murderer's psychology is a gradual process when he commits the crime, so it is excluded that he has a previous criminal record. If the first time is excited. Love murder, and then gradually evolved into the pleasure of abusing women, so he will commit crimes again. ”

"Such bastards!"

"Butterflies ...... Causes"

"Butterflies?"

Sherlock was interrupted from his train of thought, and in a rare absence of irritation, he quickly explained: "There was a butterfly specimen in the second abdomen. The method is too curious, and the media will not report it carefully to avoid someone imitating the crime. ”

"A butterfly in the belly? It's weird, it reminds me of a poem. ”

Sherlock sensitively asked, "Which one?" ”

"'A shadow butterfly comes to your belly to sleep', like?"

He tapped his fingertips on the armrest, and instantly remembered the book on the table—

Neruda's poetry collection!