"She borrowed Neruda's poetry collections."

"Who?"

"The third victim."

"So, wouldn't-"

"If you follow this clue to infer that the first woman is doing. Love is then strangled, and the main emphasis is not on the method of killing, but on her situation in the first poem, "The Body of a Woman", 'My rough peasant's body digs into you, and makes my son leap from the depths of the earth...... But the time for revenge has come', yes, he wants to take revenge, because of the first agitation. Love murder made him feel inexplicable pleasure, and he thought of this poem and decided to use poetry to complete a kind of vengeful mourning. For the murderer, this poem must have a very important commemorative significance. ”

"But if that's the case, and it's not in order, why would he do it?"

"The second jumps to 'The White Snail,' which, as the poem says, 'A butterfly of shadow comes to your belly to sleep', and he places the butterfly specimen in the victim's lower abdomen with symbolism."

"Symbolism?"

"According to these, maybe he was abandoned by his girlfriend who had been dating for a long time, and the 'butterfly' represents the birth of a newborn child, and it is placed in the lower abdomen, indicating that maybe the girl was pregnant, but unfortunately, it did not survive, but was broken like a butterfly specimen."

"The third - I see, is it a symbol that they once quarreled, and the murderer hated this kind of relationship very much, and they broke up because of the quarrel, so he wanted the girl to 'shut up' and cut out her tongue."

"Yes. The third is taken from "I Like You to Be Silent", "I like it when you are silent, as if you are no longer there...... It's as if a kiss has sealed your mouth'. He cuts out a woman's tongue, symbolizing his disgust at chatter and quarrels. ”

"I see......"

Song Yiqiao thought of something and frowned heavily: "Then Celia's death has nothing to do with the murderer." ”

was given drugs to cause fainting, and then strangled her to death with a rope, which is similar to the murderer's method, but the meaning is completely different. And because everyone agrees that Josie did it, the target is shifted to her, and no one will link this case to a serial murder case.

It seems that she will not only have to stay here for two or three days, but she may not be able to travel until she returns to her original body.

Sherlock looked at her with a worried look, and suddenly spoke: "The idea of the case has been sorted out, and I will find out the cause of the woman's death after the case is closed." Without further thought, her death was not as complicated as it could have been. ”

“…… Thank you. Song Yiqiao, who was seen through, blushed and thanked him in a low voice.

He thought for a few seconds, then suddenly got up and prepared to go out.

"Are you going out?"

If the inference is true, the first two victims must have borrowed the book as well. There's still time, I'm going to go to the Thale Library to check it out, maybe I'll run into the real culprit. ”

"What?" Song Yiqiao was stunned for a moment, and instantly reacted, "How do you know it's Saylor?" ”

"Judging by the location of the three of them, the library happens to be relatively close to the location of several people, and it is the best place to borrow books at the cross."

Song Yiqiao also wanted to ask him how he could get so much information without having to consult it, but the latter, as if sensing her thoughts, said lightly: "The whole map of London is imprinted in my brain. ”

His tone was flat as if he were talking about today's weather.

Song Yiqiao: "......"

Unknowingly, I was crushed by my IQ again......

She watched Sherlock go away, lying back on the couch, her head unaware of what was going on.

Love can be intoxicating, and it can also make the closest people-for-tat from now on, and sweetness can turn into unsolvable hatred. And now that she and Sherlock have pierced that blurred layer of paper, how far can they go?

Song Yiqiao always has an illusory feeling, as if every qiē is a big dream.

If she had been dating Sherlock Holmes six months ago, she would have laughed until her stomach hurt. And now, she seems to have begun to get acquainted with life on Baker Street, she solves crimes, uses the system to defeat opponents, and her many contacts with Sherlock unconsciously sprout a good feeling...... It's incredible to think about.

Sherlock is the kind of person who doesn't seem to be disturbed by feelings, he is cold like an emotionless machine, he will cherish his family and the warmth of his friends, but love doesn't seem to match him at all. Just like the ending given by Conan Doyle, he will be lonely for the rest of his life, and he will buy a farm in the countryside to study beekeeping, and spend the last days of his old age.

Where will Sherlock Holmes in the twenty-first century, with whom she gets along and has a crush on each other, go?

Song Yiqiao suddenly sighed.

The truth that she has been unwilling to face will eventually be solved step by step. When she returns to her original body, she will face the dilemma of coming back from the dead, without identification, and she will not even dare to show her face in front of others, how can she continue to live.

Sherlock, who had always been horribly detailed, seemed to ignore this, taking Song Yiqiao to his home and helping to preserve the body, not knowing what was going on in his elusive brain.

She discovers that she doesn't know anything about this man except for the Sherlock she usually comes into contact with and knows in the other world.

Preferences, habits, frequented places...... I simply don't know anything.

Song Yiqiao picked up the book to cover his face, and fell into the soft sofa motionless in frustration.

Sure enough, it's still too hasty, how can they get along like an ordinary couple, and it's really inappropriate for them to accept it so rashly.

But she also had the question of what she would do if she were to go back to last night's scene.

The confused heart gradually had an answer.

……

Library.

There was still more than an hour before the closing time, and Sherlock quietly observed the crowd and pushed the door open and entered. The librarian was sitting in a chair and reading intently, he was wearing glasses, his face was ordinary, and he seemed to enjoy the pleasure of books.

"Hello, I need to check the borrowing history of a book."

The administrator woke up from the atmosphere created in the book, pushed his glasses, and asked in surprise, "Sorry sir, the borrowing history is private information and cannot be disclosed to you." ”

"Is that okay with the officer?"

Inspector Lestrade's voice suddenly came from behind, and he nodded to Sherlock, and Anderson followed him, and then took out the proof with a knowing look.

"I see."

The administrator looked clear, turned on the computer and looked up and asked, "Which book is it?" ”

"Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair."

The administrator's hand paused, and his face was puzzled: "It's strange, is there something wrong with this poetry book?" ”

"What's wrong?" Lestrade asked.

"There was a man who also wanted a copy of the book, and I told him no, and after three or four rejections, he never showed up again."

He replied as he printed.

"Is it—" Anderson said eagerly, "what does he look like?" By the way, what about the library's surveillance footage? ”

"I want to think about it...... He was of medium height, ordinary looking, and looked like he was supposed to be an office worker, with a good temper, and I can't remember the rest. I'm sorry about the video, because my memory is not very good, and I can't remember exactly which day, so I can only give you the surveillance video during this time, and it will take more effort to do it. ”

"It's okay, thank you for your cooperation."

Inspector Lestrade smiled kindly.

"The library is so big, you should be the only one in charge of it." Sherlock asked casually as he looked around the library.

"Yes, there's a university nearby, and students there often come to work part-time to earn pocket money, and some volunteer on weekends."

"How many people are there?"

The administrator thought for a while and took out a thick notebook from the drawer: "Because the salary is not much, and most of them are public welfare help, so the mobile personnel can't be counted for a while." There are probably dozens of people, so you can take the list if you need to, but don't forget to return it. ”

Sherlock reached for his notebook, and Lestrade left.

Walking on the road, Lestrade couldn't hide his excitement: "Sherlock, as you said, it seems that the criminal is about to be exposed!" ”

"But it will take many days to investigate, and there may be more deaths at that time." Anderson was a little dissatisfied, pouted and said, "Can Mr. Detective tell who the real murderer is from so many people?" ”

"How much do you know about opera murders?"

Sherlock ignored Anderson's provocation and turned to ask Lestrade, which made him feel depressed that his strength was useless, and his face flushed.

Lestrade was always responsive to him, telling everything he knew: "The dinner party was all there that night, supposedly to celebrate the success of the show. After the dinner, the deceased, dressed in performance costumes, was suffocated by a rope in the rehearsal area. There are several doubts about why she is performing in costumes, why she went to the rehearsal venue after the party, and the girl who performed for her that night disappeared, leaving a farewell letter saying that she would say goodbye to her opera career. ”

"Who found the deceased?"

"The person in charge of the theater, his explanation was to inspect the ...... with a few teachers. Yes, Josie's singing skills, but the first thing to find was Celia's body. Now the fingers are all pointed at Josie, who happened to have a conflict with the deceased and suddenly disappeared, and the suspicion is the greatest. Sherlock, are you going to take care of this case? ”

"The truth is actually not that hard."

He said thoughtfully.