There was a rain last night, and there are still traces of rain on the road and lawn in front of the door, so I'm afraid the murderer has already calculated the time. The time of the victim's death is speculated to be around 8 o'clock last night, and the heavy rain began at 8:40, and he entered the house without leaving a trace, and also avoided leaving muddy footprints by stepping on the rain.

Song Yiqiao asked, "Who found the deceased?" ”

"The servant who came to clean the room the next morning." Lestrade explained to her, "The deceased paid more attention to **, this villa was used for vacation, usually except for the servants who cleaned the room in the morning would stay for two hours, usually no one appeared here, and he was the only one present at the time of the crime." ”

"It's weird, aren't there any bodyguards? I mean, this ...... Eh, this gentleman is rich, and he is not afraid of some surprises? ”

"There is no definite information yet, but his wife should have arrived."

Wife?

Song Yiqiao's eyes fell to the door, and he saw that Sherlock had entered inside.

“…… I was on vacation in France at the time, and I didn't know about it, so if you don't believe me, you can check my travel history. ”

As soon as I entered the living room, there were several policemen, and the conspicuous one was a middle-aged woman, her hands on her shoulders, her face full of impatience and coldness with exquisite makeup, and she did not feel the slightest sadness for the loss of her lover.

"What's the good of me killing him? He made enough money for me to spend a lifetime! We have long agreed with each other not to interfere with each other, and we have been together all these years without incident, and now he is lying on the ground like a fool, don't you understand what it means to me! It's ridiculous, Coaster is a genius, a little insurance money and the property he has now is only his funds for a few years! So stop yelling at me, oh, my brain hurts, God......"

She opened and closed her mouth full of money, as if her husband lying on the ground at the moment was like a piggy bank with a hole in it, without any warmth at all.

Song Yiqiao suddenly remembered the original case of Mr. Henry, who was also a dead husband and a wife who was suspected of being the murderer. The chirping woman in her eyes looked vaguely at Medusa, who looked like a human-headed snake, swallowing bright red letters, and swallowing her husband alive.

"Miss Song?"

"Huh?"

She was stunned for a moment before she realized that it was Officer Lestrade calling his name: "Sorry, it's me who got distracted, is there something wrong?" ”

"I don't see your face is too good, do you want to take a break?"

Song Yiqiao subconsciously touched her cheek, and the cold temperature made her shiver involuntarily.

"No, I'm fine," she replied in a low voice, "it's always been like this lately. ”

Sherlock had crouched beside the deceased at some point. Mr. Coster threw himself headfirst on the carpet, a bullet hole in his left back that had hit the heart just as he had lost blood, and the exposed skin had turned blue-yellow from the blood loss, the torn wound was filled with crushed internal organs and exsidence of fat, and the air was filled with a foul stench.

He opened a box, put on gloves, and used tweezers to reach into the bloody wound and carefully remove the fragments of the warhead.

"How?"

Lestrade asked in a whisper, for fear of disturbing his train of thought, but despite all his caution, he caused an irritated glance at Sherlock: "You are becoming more and more like your student Andre, and it is not a good habit to be annoying. ”

Song Yiqiao silently shut up and decided not to correct his wrong name, it is estimated that Anderson Andre is a hopeless fool in his heart.

Sherlock stared at the fragment intently for a moment, then suddenly grabbed the deceased's hair with one hand and lifted his head to look at the face.

Song Yiqiao didn't understand what he was doing at all, and walked to the side boringly. By this time, Mrs. Coster had already packed her things and was about to get up and leave, and several police officers could not stop her, so they could only watch her go out the door.

"If you still have questions, go to my lawyer." She walked briskly with her head held high, her long dark blonde hair swaying behind her until she got into a car and disappeared from sight.

Mrs. Coster is not a murderer -

Song Yiqiao's keen sixth sense told her that the murderer should be someone else, and if something really wrong with her, I'm afraid Sherlock wouldn't let it go.

"Are there any clues now?" She asked the young police officer next to her.

"The suspects who have been identified so far, in addition to Mrs. Coster, are the servant who opened the door in the morning, and the business partner with whom he has had several quarrels recently. But as far as the case goes, Mrs. Coster and the other gentleman have almost ruled out suspicion, for they both have clear alibis. ”

"So, is that servant the most suspicious?"

"Not necessarily." He smiled wryly and shook his head, "It's an old woman, and she's good at housework, but can she withstand a revolver. The recoil of the gun is uncertain. ”

"Logic full of holes."

Sherlock, who had come by at some point, walked to the wall and glanced at it, and then said to Lestrade, "I need to see the other two." ”

"Mrs. Coster—"

"She wasn't lying." Sherlock interrupted impatiently and walked briskly to the door, "In half an hour, I'm going to see them." ”

Song Yiqiao trotted behind him.

"As for you." He turned his head and looked down at her condescendingly.

Song Yiqiao didn't fight him, but blinked pretendically, and his eyes suddenly turned red. She said with a faint cry: "My hands have become like this, and you have begun to dislike me?" That's not what I said last time I was in bed......"

This is how you deal with some people!

Sherlock's face instantly darkened.

Several police officers around him were confused, and Lestrade said with an indescribable expression: "You ......"

She almost burst out laughing, and kept hinting in her heart that she had to hold back, looking at the ungrateful "former lover" with an innocent expression.

"What did I say last time?"

"Huh?" Song Yiqiao was stunned.

Sherlock didn't wait for her to react, and showed a "I remember" expression, and said with a smirk: "Oh, I remember." You have to know that what men say when they are too involved is often irrational at all, so you should forget about it. ”

Song Yiqiao: "......"

Sherlock vs Song Yiqiao.

1:0

Song Yiqiao was defeated.

But in a way, she achieved her goal. Sherlock no longer tried to drive her back, and the officers acquiesced to her following, but with a strange gaze.

She followed Sherlock to the police station in a taxi, arriving with several police cars.

When she arrived here, Song Yiqiao's face became thicker and thicker, she ignored it directly, and happily entered the police station together, seemingly very familiar with them to meet the two suspects.

Of course, she still understands Sherlock's bottom line.

If it really interferes with the other party's sorting out, I'm afraid that I will really be unceremoniously invited out, instead of having a chair to sit on as now.

"You guys are so long-winded, am I going to fly over?"

Suddenly, a man of about forty years old came in from outside the door, he was well-dressed, of medium stature, slightly fat, with a pair of thick eyebrows wrinkled together, and his tone was full of gunpowder.

"I'm going to see what that Mr. Holmes can find out what's suspicious!"

Song Yiqiao followed and stood up.

It seems that this is one of the suspects - Coaster's business partner, Luke.