Before Anderson could make a questioning voice, he looked at the deceased's wife, Mrs. Henry, and asked an inexplicable question: "Is your husband careless?" ”

Lady Henry stopped crying, and although she didn't know why she was asking, she choked up and replied, "...... Yes, he is in a hurry, and when he goes to work, he always forgets things and goes back to pick them up. ”

"That's right." Sherlock descended a few steps, and only his fast-paced voice echoed in the large room, "Now think back to the scene you recounted. Your husband got up early and went downstairs first, and when you were washing up and preparing breakfast, you suddenly heard a panicked scream, and you hurried to the staircase, and saw Mr. Henry lying on the ground covered in blood, unconscious. By the way, remember the scene when you went down the stairs? ”

"I ...... I roughly remember ......"

"Can you remember how you got down?"

Anderson couldn't hold back: "What does this have to do with the case?" ”

"Shut up!"

Sherlock was not polite at all, and succeeded in silencing him.

"I don't remember the specifics...... I was in a panic, so I rushed downstairs and ...... Then I found out that he was out of breath......"

"And then you called the police?" Anderson looked suspicious, "Why don't you call an ambulance?" Even if he fell down by himself at the time, he may not die on the spot, is it so sure that your husband is dead? Also, how to explain the extra wax on the fourth step? ”

The wooden staircase is regularly waxed for maintenance, but a survey of the site revealed that the wax on the fourth staircase from top to bottom was noticeably thicker than usual - this is the real culprit of the deceased's fall.

The possibility of an inadvertent slip is too great.

"I really don't know...... I'm telling the truth......"

Lady Henry burst into tears again, shook her head and said vaguely, "I was horrified when I saw that scene...... What to do? I didn't know anything, I was scared, so I called the police in a daze......"

Obviously, she has been a full-time wife with a good life for a long time, and she can't withstand a little fright and blow at all, and the appearance of crying pear blossoms with rain makes the male police officers present a little embarrassed, including the culprit Anderson.

"Lady Henry, can you calm down first?" He coughed dryly.

Sherlock suddenly spoke: "It's the deceased's own wax." ”

"What?"

Not only the police officers present, but even Mrs. Henry was stunned, looking at him with teary eyes.

"The wax is uneven, the edges are rough, and there are residual marks sticking to the walls, and the housewife who has been doing housework for a long time is skillful and will not be smeared like a child."

"And if she did it on purpose?"

Sherlock looked impatiently at the questioner: "Look closely at the deceased's trouser leg. ”

Anderson crouched down a little reluctantly, and muttered a grumbling "Hmph, the fool...... Hey? ”

The officer next to him asked, "What clues did you find?" ”

"There are traces of wax."

When it came to the case, he also sternly pointed to a place: "You see, two inches from the hem of the trousers, there is solidified wax, if you don't look closely, you won't find it at all." ”

Song Yiqiao was most impressed by Sherlock's reasoning methods, and couldn't help but ask, "What if he accidentally stuck to it when he went down the stairs?" The deceased was thin and small, perhaps with a slightly longer trouser leg. ”

Sherlock glanced at her, "Yes, but the wax won't be so thick, you can look at the shape and accidentally drip it to create this effect." ”

"In that case, things are very strange." Anderson stood up, frowning, "What exactly is the deceased going to do when he applied wax and made himself fall down the stairs?" Is it because life is difficult to maintain, and the illusion of accidental death is designed, leaving the insurance money for the wife? ”

"It's funny, maybe you should write a fantasy novel."

Sherlock, tired of being defeated by Anderson's imbecile image, pushed out the case in its entirety: "On his back, his head is facing the stairs, indicating that he fell from above, and there are scratches on the railing, which are the marks left by the unconscious struggle of the deceased after slipping, not intentional death." The reason why he did this was because he had an affair, which gave birth to the desire to murder his wife. Of course, for the insurance money - his wife's insurance money. ”

"Affair? You ......"

"Recklessness can kill a person, you should be careful." Sherlock interrupted him, his gray eyes flashing with a sarcastic coldness, "hands that have not worn rings all year round, cheap perfume and liquor on their coats...... He was too careless. ”

"The night before, Mr. Henry, who had returned from his lover in the middle of the night and still drunk, had finally decided to plan an accident, and he knew very well that his wife had always been in a hurry when she came downstairs in the morning, so that a step that did not look obvious was enough. In order to avoid being discovered, he did not dare to turn on the light, but finished this qiē in the dark. Excitement, nervousness, and weakness...... These feelings tossed him through the night, and it took him a long time to fall asleep. When he woke up the next day, he found that it was almost time to go to work, he ran downstairs in a panic, but forgot the trap he had set, and the trick of fate happened at this moment. ”

As Sherlock had expected, a police officer found a glove buried in the lawn by Henry, with dried wax stuck to it. They contact Melissa, a girl from a strip club, who has been in contact with Henry recently, and after some interrogation, the timid woman is completely confused.

It was she who gave Henry the idea, and Henry promised her half of the insurance money.

Truth.

Sherlock glanced at the clock hanging on the wall, and said to himself with relief, "I finally got up until the boring noon." ”

Song Yiqiao: "......"

Sherlock didn't care what others thought, and while the officers were still dealing with it, he walked to the door in three or two steps, suddenly stopped, turned to Mrs. Henry, and said, "Listen to Mrs. Hudson, your child is two months old. ”

The voice was not high, and the policemen around him didn't care, only Mrs. Henry's face turned pale in an instant, and she looked at him stunned.

"You ......"

Sherlock didn't say anything more, and went out the door instead, just in time to meet Song Yiqiao. Song Yiqiao glanced up at him and retreated to the wall to get out of the way.

She didn't want to be sarcastically remarked.

Sherlock paused, brushed her with that uncomfortable gaze again, and strode away.

“……”

If she had the chance, she would have beaten this bastard!

At this time, the system prompt suddenly sounded.

[You have watched the whole process of the case, the reward of 100 pounds, has been remitted to the account, please pay attention to check.]

The third step of the beginner's task is to write a qualified article and publish it in the "Baker Street Journal" to gain the initial trust of the boss. 】

……

The next morning, Watson took a sip of his coffee and read one of the random newspapers on the table, which he occasionally reads for breakfast like Sherlock.

"Huh?"

He let out a startled cry, drawing the keen gaze of the man at the table opposite.

"Why didn't you say anything about the case you solved yesterday?" Watson suddenly burst out laughing when he saw a certain place, quite gloating," the editor ...... Joe, man, this gentleman seems to have an opinion about you. ”

Sherlock lost interest for a moment, withdrew his gaze, and hummed noncommittally.

I'm afraid that the whole street of people who have opinions about him will not be able to finish the whole street, but it is just a group of humans whose IQ is not online, and it is not painful for Sherlock.

"Hey, listen to this."

Watson was unwilling to let go of the rare opportunity to tease him, so he cleared his throat and read: "There is a famous Chinese writer named Qian Zhongshu, and there is such a sentence in his book "The Siege of the City": 'Love is mostly unsuccessful, either suffering from the boredom of eventually becoming a family member, or suffering from the sorrow of not being able to become a family member in the end. The tragedy of the Henrys, who had little to do in the siege, is a case that all those who are looking forward to marriage, or who are already in the city, should think about and reflect on it. However, a man like Mr. Sherlock Holmes will probably never have the opportunity to suffer from this in his lifetime. ”

Sherlock was not annoyed, and said lightly as he quickly scanned the news in the newspaper, "Maybe she is right." ”

"She?"

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Lily and her husband have lived in this apartment for more than ten years, and her husband has not had children for so many years because of the scarcity of sperm and her poor health.

However, their relationship did not cause a rift because of this.

- Lily always thinks so wishfully.

God still favors his believers, and their cold marriage for many years has finally taken a turn, and when she returns from the hospital with the medical certificate, she can't suppress a smile on her lips, and quickly shares the good news with the wives of the neighbors.

Great, if he said that he was pregnant with a child, Henry would have changed his mind.

Lily couldn't sleep all night, tossing and turning about the happy scene of the family, when she suddenly heard her husband open the door. Barefoot, she sneaked out of the bedroom door, intending to surprise Henry, when she was shocked to find Henry squatting on the stairs wiping something.

The moonlit man had a terrible face, and he muttered something like "kill, money" in his mouth.

She pursed her lips and turned pale as she watched as the fourth step was coated with a thick layer of wax.

If you don't know it, you will definitely roll down the stairs to make breakfast in a hurry as usual. Children are also ......

The next day, Lily got up pretending not to know, and when she heard the other party coming downstairs, she deliberately exclaimed, "Honey! ”

"What's the matter?" Henry slowly went upstairs and asked impatiently.

"My foot, my foot is twisted, call the doctor to come ......"

He was stunned and said coldly: "Do you want to go downstairs first?" ”

Lily's heart "groaned" and sank until it reached the bottomless lake. She touched her lower abdomen without a trace, and said slowly: "My feet hurt so much, you better find a doctor first!" ”

Henry understood that the plan should not work, and waved his hand irritably: "Okay, okay, you sit here first." ”

With that, he walked out of the bedroom without looking back.

Behind him, Lily followed her to the staircase, and she saw her husband walking up the third step and was about to take a step, when she suddenly shouted below, "I'm pregnant!" ”

"What ......"

Henry turned back in astonishment, but his foot accidentally stepped into the air, and the next second, he screamed and fluttered a few times, and fell down the stairs.

Lily stared at him in a daze, as if for reassurance, and pressed her hand on her warm lower abdomen.

With so much blood loss and a blow to the head, Henry soon ran out of breath. She stood in silence for a moment, took out her mobile phone to call the emergency services, and Henry was concluded to be dead on the spot. The police officer's investigation almost made her miss the filling, but fortunately, Mr. Sherlock Holmes, who lived nearby, argued for her, and the case turned around.

The gray eyes glanced at Lily's lower abdomen casually, and if they meant something, it meant that the other party had already understood.

Yes, she is not a murderer.

But it gave Henry a fatal blow.