Bruce sighed, and didn't know how to comfort Connie, this world is not only good, but also many evils that cannot be explained with kindness.

God knows, he thought his young master was weird enough.

However, he is not a young man who has never seen the world.

After all, in the eighty years he has been alive, he has also heard of a lot of perverted killers, although it is not as terrifying as seeing the scene of the crime directly......

Connie didn't grieve for long, either.

Because Sherlock beckoned Jasmine after asking her, and in a circle of four people, asked her a very strange question.

"How much have you read that book?"

Connie was stunned for a moment, and thought for a moment.

What kind of book...... "What book?" ”

Did he tell her to read lately?

“LyricsforWorldRock\-N\-Roll.” He glanced at the memory palace, the cover of the book clearly in his mind, and quickly flipped to the page he wanted.

And on the white and yellowed page, two big characters were written at this time.

As soon as it was qiē, it was all fitted.

Even the corpse in the main house is not a coincidence.

Connie was completely confused, she had no idea what Sherlock was in her head right now.

#虽然她脑洞能力逆天偶尔突破天际#

#但是也得有个联想的梗啊#

#中央公园的凶杀案和她看的消遣书籍? #

#不至于她随便看本书也能遇上凶杀案的线索吧#

After thinking about it, Connie estimated, "I'm not sure how many pages it is, but I think I'm halfway through it." ”

Half.

Sherlock's eyes blinked, and a number came to mind.

1531.

And 459 pages are in the "more than half".

"Look at this crime scene, what do you think?"

After probably figuring out the murderer's modus operandi, Sherlock didn't immediately communicate with the London Police - after all, the little sheep might still be crowded at the door of the sheep farm and didn't set off.

As the detective, Lestrade has taken the lead in showing the police badge for everyone to disperse so as not to damage the scene.

Connie didn't notice the words "crime scene", and Sherlock asked her what she thought, of course, it couldn't be just a simple "idea".

So, she began to stare at the four dead people and began to look for clues.

At the same time, Sherlock's eyes swept through the crowd, and everyone was being reasoned by him in his mind with great speed and a great deal of detail.

The murderer should be among them at this time.

But he could see the modus operandi, but he couldn't get clues about the murderer from the corpse.

This is a calm and meticulous madman.

These two cases are both provocations and reminders.

Sherlock was faintly excited, it was a close game.

This kind of game is fun to play.

Connie couldn't think of any connection, so she could only stare at the faces of the men, trying to find some clues.

Or rather, the common denominator.

However, looking at it this way, it really showed her a little commonality.

Connie crouched in front of the man, staring at his face, and noticed that his smile belonged to the kind of looming ...... Because when she just swept away, the man had a smile on his face, but it looked more like he was before he was about to smile.

It was as if he was about to laugh in the next second, however, before the smile was released, the stop button was pressed as soon as he was released.

It's a weird thing.

He was dead, and even his body was cold and stiff, but it was as if time had stopped, like magic.

But when he looked closer, the corners of his mouth were really raised—though the arc was not large.

What made Connie realize that something was wrong was that when the words 'Mona Lisa's smile' came to her mind, she suddenly cast her gaze on the wife and stopped there.

This man's wife, the curvature of the corners of her mouth, is the same as the man's, the kind of smile that seems to be absent - like the Mona Lisa.

After carefully looking at the four people one by one, Connie's gaze was even more terrifying.

"How?" Sherlock had been watching patiently from the sidelines to draw her to conclusions.

Connie gestured to the family of four, "The smiles on their faces...... It's almost identical. ”

"No, it's supposed to be exactly the same." She paused and swallowed: "It looks like the Mona Lisa's smile, it's too weird." ”

After the four corners of the mouth, the comparison found that it was indeed the same.

The slightly raised curvature of the lips is 15 degrees, and even more, the distribution of facial muscles of the four people is also similar.

It's a huge project.

"It seems that this is still a smart madman."

He groaned for a while, then turned to look at the intersection, where police cars had already stopped.

Also arriving were a number of journalists.

Sherlock's eyes flashed, and he looked at the reporters who were rushing in, and the expressions on his face all revealed the imminent victory.

But the problem is that seven minutes have passed since the police were called, and it takes ten minutes for the nearest newspaper office to take a taxi.

Sherlock looked at her watch, and Connie also saw someone from the police station, led by Pauline, which made her frown.

He then retreated behind Sherlock.

"Sherlock, are you sure of everything?"

“？”

"Didn't the police come? How much will ruin the scene, right? ”

A smile flashed in Sherlock's eyes, and he gently rubbed the top of Connie's hair, and his voice showed a hint of gentleness: "I'm done reading it all." ”

In this case, the police would not have come to any conclusions, because even he could not determine exactly what kind of person it was, at least from the looks of it.

And Connie's discovery just now adds a very good argument to his reasoning.

The two stood quietly on one side, and Pauline rushed over, and at a glance saw Sherlock and Connie standing next to the corpse, and couldn't help but have a sneer in her eyes.

"Hmph, what a disaster, where you are, homicide can happen anywhere." She glanced at the four dead men sitting in place, and the first thought in her mind was bad luck.

Incompetent people are always able to get angry with others, and this is a natural skill for some people.

Connie was not in a good mood when she saw Pauline, she didn't like Pauline, and the last time she met her at the Sherlock Holmes house, she was in a very bad mood.

It's hard to get out for a picnic today, but I encountered a homicide case of a family of four, although it is not so painful, it is not very beautiful after all.

But she didn't take the initiative to provoke Pauline, but she was still looked down upon, not only that, but she was even more angry when she said that.

She glared at Pauline: "This young lady, since she is a policeman in Scotland Yard and not a sheep, speak well, otherwise your books will be in vain!" ”

What does Sherlock mean where is there and where homicide happens?

#灾星你妹! #

Connie's angry words rushed into the ears of several people around her, and even the male policemen behind Pauline paused, looked at each other and didn't speak.

Pauline was already troubled by the fact that the murder took place in Central Park.

God knows what will become of those fly-like reporters when they know it!

Her workload has to increase again!

She even complained about how this case had to happen in the eyes of such a large public?

The murderer is simply fed!

Connie didn't know what she was thinking, just looked at her face with heavy makeup and the smell of the rich perfume that rushed to her face, only to say that this person was not only not good-hearted, but also had a very splashed mouth.

Otherwise, her three views are estimated to be shattered again.

"The police handle the case, and those who have nothing to do with it should immediately walk away, and don't destroy the scene of the crime."

Almost instantly, Pauline commanded several people behind him to step forward, and the four people sitting were pushed to the ground at once.

Connie looked at the police officers who did not hesitate in surprise, are these people all rookies?

I made people lie flat without even looking at them, and I'm really not afraid of destroying the clues!

She watched in amazement as they moved.

Lestrade came over with Jasmine at this time, and she had calmed down a lot at this time, and she was surprised to find that a family of four had died in broad daylight just now.

Pauline saw that Jasmine's attitude was okay, but she still had a commanding tone: "Jasmine, you are also there?" That's right, look at the corpse, maybe there will be clues, but Coco she's not at the police station today......" Ke Ke Xili suddenly appeared in front of him, making Polin pause.

She glanced at the few people present, and said with surprise: "All of them?" She swept through the few people present, and she knew all the others except Bruce, who she didn't know.

Raised an eyebrow: "So you guys have a picnic here......

Pauline walked over to the corpse and looked at it a few times, frowning deeply. Ke Ke Xili also stepped forward, and after a while of discussion, the two still did not reach a conclusion.

"The specific cause of death has to be returned to the real yàn room for autopsy, there is no obvious wound on the outside of the body, and it is initially inferred that it should be an internal injury, and as for what it is, it needs to be further investigated." Jasmine's conclusion was consistent with that of Ke Ke Xili, and Pauline nodded and asked the officers to take the body back to the police station.

Lestrade couldn't survive his wife, and sent her away first.

Pauline confronted the reporters.

Coco Xili and Jasmine both went back in the police car, and Sherlock and Bruce and Connie McCroft, who had been left behind, also got in the car and went home.

Pauline had arranged for the police to be questioned, but apparently Sherlock wouldn't bird her, and McCroft wouldn't eat her.

#敢欺负我弟弟#

#分分钟灭了这个嚣张的奶牛! #

Before a few people got into the car, they passed behind Pauline and heard her talking in the circle of reporters.

"Now the preliminary cause of death has been determined to be poisoning, and the specific circumstances of the case will be reported to reporters later, and I speak on behalf of the London Police Department, this time the incident is of a bad nature, and we will never let go of any murderer......"

At that time, Sherlock's laughter was really the truest portrayal of the hearts of the three Connies.

"Poisoned? She's so confident. Connie was uncomfortable looking at her beautiful face.

Although the four of them have seen a lot, what the hell is her appearance of walking the red carpet.

"Fools are foolish." Bruce laughed.

Looking at Pauline's gaze, it was not very friendly.

He finally didn't hear Pauline's words just now, otherwise he would have rushed up and fought with her at this time.

Connie nodded: "Otherwise, you can solve Sherlock's case this time, don't do it with the Scottish occasion, this Pauline is really terrible, I really can't look at it......"

I think of a few times when she was there, Pauline said bad words, which she usually encountered in the police station, and she didn't know how to say anything serious to Sherlock, and it was annoying to think about it.

Transformed into a spinach contestant in her heart, Connie was a carp and fantasized about picking up a cow with long golden hair and smashing it all over the world.

My heart suddenly felt much happier.