Edmund frowned, "What exactly do you want to say, sir?" ”

"No, you're mistaken, I didn't have your thoughts on you." He spread his hands and gestured to himself harmlessly, "Lorna told me that she had met a personable man before, and she loved him, but she didn't dare to speak, so she wrote all her emotions in an email. ”

"What do you mean?"

She once said that she would write the name and password of the email on the title page of the book of poems to the man she loved, so that he could know what she wanted. I couldn't find the book, so I guess it was returned. Before those police arrived, I could get the book and give them the clues to solve the case as soon as possible. ”

"I see......"

Edmund looked suddenly enlightened and said to him, "The book of poems you said is in a warehouse, and in order to avoid any misunderstanding caused by borrowing, I have placed it in a safe place. Then come with me, and I'll get the book for you. ”

"Exactly." The man looked at his watch and said casually, "I'll come out later, contact Inspector Lestrade, and give him the evidence." ”

"That's right, give him the evidence."

Edmund repeated, he took off his glasses, wiped them back on, and took the lead in front.

The two of them passed through the middle of the rows of bookshelves, their feet stepping on the cold tiles, reflecting the shadows of the two men. There seemed to be something reflective and refracted cold colors.

"Crunch."

Edmund's footsteps stopped, he glanced back at the man, and as he pulled out the key, he asked, "By the way, I haven't asked you what your name is?" ”

"Joe."

He paused, as if amused, and curled his lips behind Edmund's back.

"Just call me Joe."

The door of the warehouse looks like it has been around for some years, and the paint has peeled off a lot, and it looks eerie. After tossing and turning for a long time, the door finally opened, and Edmund breathed a sigh of relief.

Joe patted him on the shoulder, "Thank you, man. ”

"For the sake of the truth." He smiled and nodded.

The door was pushed open, and the room was so dark that it was impossible to see what was inside. Edmund fumbled to pull the switch, and then turned on the light.

"Please come in."

He gestured with his hand.

"I'm in trouble."

The warehouse is about the size of four ordinary bedrooms, and it should not have been well cared for inside, and it looks dusty. A few stacks of bound books sit aside, and more are miscellaneous items like stools and discarded bookshelves.

Edmund slammed the door shut.

"What are you going to do?" Joe asked in surprise.

Edmund quickly explained: "It's not very clean here, and it's not good to be seen by others." ”

He made a joke: "If I were a woman, I would really start to suspect that you were that perverted murderer." ”

"So you should rejoice."

The two looked at each other for a few seconds, and both smiled slightly relaxed.

"You're an interesting guy."

He turned around and couldn't help but sigh with emotion: "I really admire you, if I stay in the library, I will be suffocated to death in less than three days." ”

"That's because you don't appreciate the beauty of reading. I'd rather spend the rest of my life in a quiet library than outside. ”

"Like a philosopher." Joe pouted in dismay, "So where the hell is the poetry collection?" My friend, it was so pleasant to talk to you that I almost forgot the most important thing. ”

"It's on your left, reach out and get it."

"Left? I'll see, it's here......"

He bent down, and when his fingertips were about to touch the book, he heard a "click", and the huge room suddenly went dark.

"What's going on?!"

"It should have tripped, don't worry, I'll get it done right away."

In the dark, Edmund's voice was soothing, soothing the heart.

"It's almost there, wait a little longer."

In the dark warehouse, there was a sudden rustling sound, like a rat scurrying, and a slight grinding sound against the floor. Surprisingly, a faint green hue of ghostly fire danced in the air, constantly moving closer and closer to where he was.

A hint of clarity flashed in the man's eyes, but he deliberately called out in an anxious tone: "Edmund! Is the light on, how do I feel that something is wrong! ”

The green point of light stood still not far from him.

The tightly closed warehouse was so dark that I couldn't see my fingers, and I couldn't see clearly even when we were so close to each other.

"Joe?" Edmund exclaimed, lowering his voice.

Soon, he got the response he wanted.

"Where are you?"

Time freezes in this moment—

"Boom!"

The sound of human bodies crashing on the ground was heard in the warehouse, and their movements could not be seen in the almost dead silence of the pitch black, but the sound of the two men fighting could be heard.

Edmund was punched hard in the face, his consciousness was a little dizzy, and he screamed in a trembling voice.

In the next second, his tool knife was snatched away. The man who was about to kill held him down tightly, and his voice could not be heard.

"Why did you kill me, do you have a weak heart?"

"No, you're misunderstanding......"

"You wanted to divert the attention of the police from the beginning, probably because you didn't expect them to come to your door so quickly, so you sued Sù Reistrade with an answer that was very similar to yours. You know I'm going to paint a portrait and impromptu lie about 'medium stature, look polite, have asked for records' and so on, which happens to coincide with the expected result. ”

"You! You're Sherlock Holmes?! That's not how you look! ”

Sherlock's tone bordered on arrogance: "I really can't see it at your level. ”

"Damn it!"

"You gave uncertain videos and a lot of information about the names of the students, which was just the right thing to delay and cause confusion for the police. After their attention is focused on an inexplicable passerby, you decide to take the final step. ”

"The last step you are talking about......" Edmund was silent for a few seconds, "I don't know what you're trying to say." ”

"The police moved quickly, which invisibly put a lot of pressure on you. In just a few days, you visited your parents twice, had your property notarized, and, of course, did not forget to pay your respects to your deceased loved ones. You reflect on your mistakes, but you become so tired of the world's qiē that you decide to commit suicide. ”

"If I'm going to kill myself, why would I want to kill you?"

"You know full well that the case you have committed can make you notorious, and in order to leave the only way out, you would rather end up with suicide, so that even if someone finds out the truth, you can't be convicted lightly - man is indeed a deep-rooted selfish creature."

"You...... You're terrible, Sherlock Holmes, and it gives me the illusion that your shadow haunts me at every moment of the crime. ”

"As long as you commit a crime, you will leave traces, not to mention that you are full of loopholes, and it doesn't take much effort at all."

Sherlock's voice was indifferent: "You were a university professor who decided to come to the library after being criticized by your students, but is that really the case?" During that time, on the one hand, you were under pressure from students, and on the other hand, you kept arguing with your lover. The conservative and devastated woman wakes up and decides to leave you. ”

“……”

"Of course you can't tolerate her, you love her so much that you want to rub her into every inch of your body, let each other's blood and bones merge. So she died, and there was an accident on the way out, and you watched with satisfaction and sadness as she was buried in the grave, and from then on, the psychology of revenge began to take root. ”

"I didn't mean to! If...... If she won't leave me, how can she ......"

"A qiē is an excuse for self-comfort. When you kill innocent women, you comfort yourself as if your sins can be washed away. Sherlock stared at him mockingly, "You're so wrong. ”

Edmund spoke to him in a cold tone that he had never had before, "Those women are not a good thing, they have betrayed their lovers and deserve to be punished." ”

"Isn't it a betrayal for you to kill her and fool around with so many women?"

Edmund seemed to be greatly shaken, and suddenly he was speechless, and the protective shell was instantly opened.

"It's time to stand trial."

……

Before informing Lestrade that they had taken Edmund away, Sherlock had removed the disguise from his face. When Edmund was about to get into the police car, he suddenly stopped and asked him with a wry smile, "How did you determine my location?" ”

"I smeared a little phosphor on my fingers." He gave a brief explanation.

He had expected Edmund to do this, and patted his shoulder with a trace of phosphor on his shoulder, which was noticeable in the dark.

"I have one last question, is there really an email address and password on the poetry book?"

"Nope."

…… No wonder, he still wanted to destroy the corpse by luck, and it turned out that he fell into the trap from the beginning.

Edmund let out a dead sigh and got into the car without looking back.

The truth is finally revealed.

"Sherlock, thanks to you this time! I really didn't expect the murderer to be him, and I almost fell for it! Lestrade looked grateful.

Sherlock waved his hand impatiently, "There's no need to repeat these useless burdens every time, Lestrade. What happened to the Opera House case? ”

"There has been no progress yet. But hearing that this incident has caused dissatisfaction among many members, they have asked for an answer soon. ”

"Them?" He raised a smile that didn't have a temperature, "Not necessarily. ”

"If you want to intervene, I have to explain in advance that this case is not our responsibility, so it is a little difficult."

Lestrade hesitated for a moment and said, "I'm sorry...... Do you remember the young police officer who pestered Miss Song before, it was their mission? ”

Sherlock's gaze froze.

"I understand."

After returning to the apartment, Song Yiqiao was no longer as sickly as she had been a few days ago, and walked briskly back and forth in the living room as if she were nervous, quite in the style of Sherlock.

Seeing Sherlock coming in, she stopped and asked, "How is it, is the case handled smoothly?" ”

"Hmm."

He took off his coat and hung it on the hanger, pulling the corners of the curtains that inadvertently peeked out.

"What do you want me to do?"

"I can't hide it from you." Song Yiqiao touched his nose a little embarrassed, "You know Jack, the founder of the Fight Club." He had left me an email before, but I didn't open it for fear of being monitored, do you have a way? ”