Sherlock had no interest in talking nonsense with the other party any longer, and took Camille around the other party and flew away.

Inside the carriage, Sherlock looked at Camille on the other side and asked, "I asked you to investigate in advance, how is the investigation?" ”

"That's right, at 9:23 in the morning, witnesses spotted the deceased suddenly jumping from a tall building." Mikal said, based on the notes on the transcript.

"And what about the deceased's information?"

Female, Name: Rhett Fergel, Age: 35, married, working as a salesperson in a café, her husband died in a car accident three months ago. Camille told everything she knew, without the slightest concealment.

"What about the witnesses?" Sherlock asked, knowing this.

"It's the lady in the purple trench coat." Camille said, pointing her finger at the slightly panicked woman with a slightly panicked face, presumably too close to be splattered with blood.

Sherlock himself walked over and looked at the other party and asked, "Excuse me, can this lady ask you some questions?" ”

Mikal looked at his young master in disbelief, what about his usual arrogance and invincibility? Why are you so polite today?

"Absolutely." The woman nodded.

"May I ask who owns this building?" Sherlock asked.

"It's Ferrome Carr's coffee company." The woman replied truthfully.

"So did the deceased work here?" Sherlock basically already had the answer in his mind.

"Yes." The woman nodded.

Sherlock looked back at the two people who were already following him and said, "It seems that this coffee company is very problematic, and it is not strange to jump from the building to your own house, so it is not strange to come here?" ”

"So......" Edwina suddenly understood something.

"That's right, the deceased did not commit suicide but homicide." Sherlock said with certainty, "Because the face of the deceased is panicked, and the death is very strange, if a normal person commits suicide, he should be lying face to the ground, not lying on his back like this, but there are exceptions, but there is no sign of the body being moved." ”

"There are obvious bruises on the neck of the deceased, and it is clear that there was an argument with the murderer before he died, and the murderer strangled the victim's neck with a rope." Sherlock walked over, and the crowd automatically cleared a path for the three of them, crouched down and pointed at the neck of the deceased, and said, "Moreover, and the deceased may have been strangled by the murderer before being pushed downstairs, and the deceased should have been too frightened to start struggling violently when he was strangled, and accidentally knocked off some ornament on the other party's body." ”

As Sherlock said this, everyone followed his finger and looked in the direction to see a butterfly brooch under the coffee table not far from the corpse.

But on the rooftop, I only saw this lady as if she was strangled by something, and I didn't see the murderer.

Edwina couldn't help but wonder: "At that time, I only saw the dead but not the murderer. ”

Sherlock narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the light purple butterfly brooch glowing beautifully in the sun, and the four purple opals looked priceless, "The murderer is a woman, a very wealthy lady. ”

After Sherlock finished speaking, Edvina suddenly understood

"Does this lady frequent this café?"

"Isn't it a regular customer?" After Sherlock finished speaking, he looked at the other party and said with a smile: "It's better to ask the customers and waiters in the café, the boss." ”

Edvina walked into the café first, and Sherlock followed closely, after all, the task of asking questions still requires assistants, and the pressure on others will not be too great, otherwise it would be too strange for him to suddenly ask this question as an earl.

"Detective assistant." Edwina showed her card to the waiter at the front desk.

Detective assistant, Sherlock was stunned and then showed a very strange look, when did he become a detective, and where did the other party's so-called certificate card come from?

"Okay, how can I help you?" When the waiter saw that Adevina was still followed by Count Sherlock Ford Heslett, he couldn't help but be slightly stunned and asked very respectfully.

"Has this lady been working at your café lately?" Edvina asked with a serious face.

"Yes, but I don't know why I didn't come lately, but I came again at 8:34 this morning, and I had an argument with a regular." The waiter answered truthfully.

"Is that regular a lady? And did she wear this kind of brooch on her clothes? Edwina asked, and placed the plastic bag containing the butterfly brooch on the table.

"Yes, that guest would wear this brooch almost any style of clothing." The waiter replied truthfully.

"So what is she wearing today? Why did you go to the rooftop with the deceased? Edwina continued.

"She was wearing a long light red dress today, and her hair was burgundy and so long almost up to her waist, and then when she saw Feglin as if she had seen an enemy, the two had an argument without saying a word, and then the woman took Feglin to the rooftop."

The waiter knew almost everything, and he couldn't stop talking.

"Well, it seems that the murderer has been locked." Sherlock said with a cold smile on his lips.

Just when everyone didn't know what he meant, they saw a man rushing towards him as if he was carrying something in his hand.

"Young master, this woman was caught by me when she was trying to escape." Throwing the woman on the ground casually, he said coldly.

"Let me guess." The smile on Sherlock's face gradually closed to his lips, and became very indifferent, the sun shining on his face became more and more handsome, his skin was almost transparent like snow, and his blue eyes were like pearls falling from the earth.

Edvina felt as if something was shaking in front of her, and then she couldn't take her eyes off it.

"You dragged the deceased all the way to the rooftop, because you and the deceased already knew each other, and you were afraid that she would make a big fuss and ruin your reputation, and the reason why passers-by outside had no way to see the murderer and only saw the deceased, it was because you strangled the deceased's neck with a rope and then used the hook on the roof to fix the rope, and you cut the rope with a knife, and the deceased would fall from the roof without any obstacles due to inertia." Sherlock then took out the knife in the transparent bag from his pocket and said. “

My assistant, find the knife with the murderer's fingerprint on the handle on the rooftop, as long as the time comes to check whether the fingerprints on it match yours, as well as the butterfly brooch that the deceased grabbed from you when he was struggling, as long as the blood reaction is detected, everything will be revealed, dare you bet? Sherlock's tone had become aggressive.

"It's all her! If it weren't for her, how could my husband and I have separated?! Grollin yelled, her eyes red almost hysterically, obviously sad to the extreme, irritated to the extreme.

"So the deceased snatched your husband?" Sherlock's eyes were dangerously confused, and he asked coldly.

"Yes! That's why I hate her! Gloryne's eyes were red, and she tugged at the corners of Sherlock's clothes with both hands, and then leaned limply on Sherlock and cried out like a puppet that had lost its last bit of strength.

"I know my husband won't come back alive, but I won't regret it, but thank you."

Sherlock quietly looked at the other party's sad appearance, and it was for the happiness that he had always wanted to hold tightly in his hands, but he didn't have the slightest sympathy and pity for the other party in his heart, and it was completely meaningless to do so.

In the end, Gloryne was taken away by the police with a sad expression.

"How's it going, is my detective assistant working well?"

Edvina looked at Sherlock and asked, "Very good, but I'm not a detective, I'm just doing my duty to complete the task assigned by Her Majesty." ”

"The new emperor god Hopkin of the emperor god position has finally taken office today, and he seems to be a relative of the previous emperor god." Mikal said as he looked at Sherlock.

Relatives? Sherlock's originally cold face showed a hint of cynicism, the Wittleyan family had just died of an eldest grandson and couldn't wait to invite a second to suppress him, but Hopkin's torture methods were innumerable and cruel.

Sherlock inadvertently looked up at the abandoned old building, and the next moment the whole person was stunned, his face showed a shock that he had never seen before, his heart was beating fast as if he was about to jump out of his chest in the next second, and his face became extremely pale.

"Young Master......" Mikal had never seen such a look on Sherlock's face, it was as if he had seen something extremely terrifying, almost entering the magic barrier, no matter how he called it.

He found that Sherlock's eyes were always staring in the same direction, and he couldn't help but follow his gaze, and suddenly the whole person froze, standing in the abandoned old building was none other than Vera Ferdinand, who had been dead for several months, how could it be? It's incredible how a dead person can come back to life.

Vera jumped down from the abandoned building and walked gracefully towards Sherlock, he watched the other man get closer and closer, the hands on his sides couldn't help but clench into fists, his nails digging deep into the flesh, he tried to calm himself down, the person in front of him was just an illusion.

It's just the accumulated guilt in his heart that makes him have this absurd hallucination.

Until the moment the man's right hand was touched on Sherlock's cheek, the sharp pain from the palm of his hand made him completely awake that it was not a hallucination or a dream, it was real.

"What's the matter, aren't you happy that my brother is back?" Vera had a sarcastic smile on his face, he almost hated the person in front of him, he had robbed him of everything that belonged to him, Vera Ferdinand belonged to him, he would one day take back everything that belonged to him, all the hatred in his heart gathered in his eyes for a while.

How is it possible to be happy? Sherlock's brother was about to blurt out that sentence, but his throat felt like it was blocked by something, and it was extremely sour.

"It's okay, go back to the mansion, it won't be long before you take me back in."

The smile on Vera's face can almost be called hideous, piercing the coldness in her eyes, Sherlock can even see the almost distorted resentment of the other party, but in her heart she is thinking: accept you? What are you kidding, he Sherlock will not forget what the other party has done, if it weren't for him at that time, he would not have been insulted by the murderers who killed the maid, and now he dares to be cheeky and say anything to accept him Sherlock didn't expect that a person could be shameless to such a point It is simply rare in the world.

Sherlock had nothing to fear, he could get rid of everyone who stood in his way, what was there to fear? Don't you Vera want to be a count? Then I, Sherlock, will let you die and not be able to touch that position, Let you die with regret until you turn into dry bones, and my brother will have to pay the price if he dares to provoke.

Sherlock and Vera sat facing each other in the carriage, and the two in the carriage did not say a word, and the atmosphere fell into an eerie silence.

One is resentful all over his body, and the other is ruthless and undaring......

At last the carriage stopped in front of the mansion door, Mikal opened the door on Sherlock's side, he took a deep breath and got out of the carriage, and Vera followed closely behind.

"How was Sherlock doing during my absence?" Vera suddenly turned her head sideways at the young man beside her and asked with a smile,

In fact, the servants he installed in the mansion would tell him everything that had happened in the past few days, and he asked this today, just to want Sherlock to recognize his identity and obediently return the earl to him.

"Good, but you're doing well, cousin." Sherlock deliberately accented the word "cousin", and his face couldn't help but become more and more cold, he felt guilty about this brother, but this didn't mean that he would let the other party do nonsense.

He Sherlock is not a tolerant person who can swallow his anger when trampled on by others, he is an out-and-out egoist, a man who will stop at nothing to achieve his ends.

Having said so much, is it just to take the earl from his own hands and want to bully him again? It's not that easy.

Vera felt the unkindness and suppressed anger in the other party's words, and her face changed, but she quickly regained her composure, raised her right hand and slowly groped for the black blindfold from his cheek, and just as he was about to remove the blindfold from Sherlock's right eye, his hand was opened by the other hand.