Chapter 34 Deal Closing (2)

221B Baker Street.

"Don't say it yet, let me guess."

The curly-haired detective folded his hands over his chest, stretching out his long, thin legs, and lounging in the single couch by the window. The corners of his mouth rose slightly, and he said in an affirmative tone, "The real murderer should be Peter Pediru of the deceased." ”

"That's right, but ......," Daniel replied distressedly, that the best solution to this matter was to catch the 'dead' Pettigrew.

The problem is that Pettigrew escaped after the crime, and it wasn't until Percy Weasley's third child, Percy Weasley, was in school that he appeared as a rat pet.

This means that at this point in time, it is difficult to find traces of Pettigrew.

"But how to prove it is a difficult problem. The bureaucrats of the Ministry of Magic, for the sake of face, refused to admit their own mistakes. ”

"I expected it." Sherlock replied to him lightly.

"Sherlock, who are you talking to?" Dr. Watson just happened to walk in from outside, and he asked casually as he took off his coat and hung it aside.

Recently, he found a part-time job at a small clinic nearby, which is not very busy, but it has made his life very fulfilling (Sherlock has been against this, saying bluntly that 'it is wasting time and no fun', while Watson retorts that 'it is a necessary social activity for normal people').

"Ah, it's you, Mr. Black. Are you here because of that newspaper clipping last time? After he saw Daniel Black sitting there, he suddenly showed a sudden expression, "By the way, Sherlock, didn't you tell me before that that person may have been wronged?" ”

This upright and kind military doctor couldn't even hide a little, so he told the discussion between the two of them so directly. He also urged his roommate: "What's the situation now?" Is there any evidence? Sherlock, you have to think of a way to get that innocent man out! ”

Daniel subconsciously moved his eyes and glanced over.

"You're doing hero worship again, John." Sherlock had a look of pleasure on his face.

He teased at great speed, "There's nothing wrong with you worshipping me, though. Because for you, the height I'm at, you probably won't be able to reach it in another half of your life (Watson: yes, because I'm past my formative years). ”

"But everyone has their own strengths, at least you are doing a good job as a doctor, unlike me...... A lot of things are not too difficult for me, so sometimes, life is really boring. ”

When he said this, the light in his eyes dimmed a lot, "Seriously, if it weren't for the fact that those weird spells of yours are very interesting, you can let me study them for a while...... I really have no interest in such a self-explanatory case. Luckily, I love the novelty and it's a good pastime to change your mind once in a while. ”

"You're studying that stack of obscure spell books just for fun?" Dr. Watson was surprised, and then he said unceremoniously, "Tell me something we can all understand, what do you understand?" Can you explain the trouble? ”

"Don't you understand?" Sherlock looked at Watson in surprise, and then at Daniel sitting on the other side, "As I said, the biggest possibility of the real murderer is the deceased - Peter Pettigrew." ”

"I don't understand." Watson spread his hands and said, "I don't understand that you pointed to the person on the newspaper clipping and said that he might have been wronged. Where did you get this inference? Now, when you say that the 'victim' is the 'real murderer', I don't understand it even more. ”

"Move your little brain, don't let it get too stiff, John." Sherlock smiled and said, "Once you've eliminated the miscellaneous causes, the rest will be the truth, no matter how incredible it is." ”

Sherlock Holmes said firmly, "What a simple case." Because I'm not very familiar with the magic and spells in the wizarding world, and it's been a long time, it's hard to find relevant characters to investigate, and it just so happened that I made a pen pal a while ago......"

Watson was surprised: "You actually have a pen pal?" ”

"It's not unusual, occasionally I have to have my own socialization, the social interaction of normal people." Sherlock blinked, and said seriously, "That Dr. Reid has given me a lot of new research in criminal psychology. Therefore, for this case, I briefly analyzed the psychological character of the legendary murderer 'Sirius'......"

"Let me interject." Daniel interrupted the conversation between the two men, "Sherlock, it's useless to analyze psychology. I'm not here to discuss who the real culprit is. In fact, I'm pretty sure Sirius is innocent, but I need proof. ”

"It's the police's business to find evidence, please go out and turn left at Scotland Yard."

"I'll bring you a blood tonic next time."

"Only blood tonics?"

"At most, a little more diluted elusion. Enough is enough, Sherlock. Most of the wizards' potions are aimed at people with magical powers, and in fact, even blood tonics must be diluted before ordinary people can use them. I don't dare give you a potion that is too powerful, if something happens to you, Mycrof will definitely want to kill me. ”

"I'm just using it to study ......"

"I don't believe you can restrain your curiosity."

"Okay, but you have to give me a few more bottles, I'm going to make a real yàn."

"Deal."

As soon as the deal was made, Sherlock jumped up from the couch in an instant.

He spread his long legs, jumped over the clutter on the ground, opened a drawer, and pulled out a black box.

"It's really not tech-savvy." He walked over with his object and complained, "If it weren't for the destructive power of the wizard, I really wouldn't have investigated this thing." ”

He put the things on the coffee table, opened the box, pointed to the contents of the contents, and introduced them one by one: "On the day of the crime, the all-day surveillance video of the bombed-out neighborhood in London is enough for you to completely restore the real situation of that day." Since it was a bombing case, here, there is also an investigation report of Scotland Yard......"

"This is a police article, how did you get it?" Watson stood aside and asked casually.

"Stolen." Sherlock replied, "Although the level of the police officers on duty on the scene is not high, at least they maintain the correct way of narrating the report, boring explanations, as for the forensic examination report...... Anderson's stuff simply can't be seen. ”

"But he thinks highly of you." Watson couldn't help but laugh and said, "Anderson said that if you die, he's willing to spend a lot of time doing an autopsy on you." ”

"If his scalpel is as sharp as his intellect, let him test it someday."

Sherlock sarcastically continued, "In addition, I took the time to visit the families of the victims, as well as the survivors on the day of the crime, and this is their confession, next to my analysis and reasoning......"

(Watson: God, all this, when do you do it?) I didn't even know. ）

(Sherlock: When you're running to socialize normally.) ）

(Watson: Sherlock, listen, I know you're not happy with the job I'm getting...... ）

(Sherlock: Very dissatisfied, thank you.) ）

(Watson: But I'm a man, and I always have to work to earn money and meet my needs.) ）

(Sherlock: You can be my assistant, and I'll pay you.) ）

(Watson: Don't make a fuss.) ）

"Although the wizards seem to have some way to change their memories, the method is too crude, it is no longer a clue, but a whole spider web hanging on the horse's hooves, which is simply an insult to intelligence. By the way, that 'terrorist', what kind of devil guy...... Recently, I've had a new interest in this aspect of criminal psychology, and the development of that guy's personality and psychology is quite worth studying, and the next time there is an incident in this area, you can come back to me. ”

Sherlock simply ended the conversation and snuggled back into the couch.

He sat on the sofa with a black teacup in both hands, his eyes wandering and wondering what he was thinking.

"Uh......" Watson moved awkwardly, and said a little uncomfortably to the environment that had quieted down for a moment, "Well, Mr. Black, do you have anything else?" ”

"Oh, no." Daniel picked up the black box, "Sherlock, thank you. ”

The curly-haired detective raised his eyelids: "Remember that the money went to Watson's account." By the way, blood tonic and euphoric ...... Thank you for your patronage and goodbye. ”

Daniel was surprised: "What? Isn't Mycroft reimbursed this time? ”

Watson was surprised: "What? Why is it on my account? ”

"McCroft said, it's your family's private business, it's not in the scope of work, and he's not going to sign off on the reimbursement. By the way, John, you can go to the clinic and resign, this is the salary I paid for this month. ”

Watson: Hey, you're buying and selling.

Sherlock: I'm helping you work to make money and meet your needs

Daniel looked at the two people who were arguing and forgot about themselves, and suddenly had a feeling of 'he is actually a light bulb that continues to shine', he smiled helplessly, hugged the black box, and turned to leave.

He stood in an inaccessible alley not far from 221B Baker Street, intending to apparition himself back to the wizarding world, but a strange sense of danger stopped him suddenly.

Daniel subconsciously lowered his head, a shiny red dot, slowly rising from his arm to the middle of his forehead.

This is...... Infrared sight on the gun ?!

"Hi honey, I gave you the number, why didn't you call me?" A plaintive voice rang abruptly in my ears.