This is all because the day before yesterday, in order to find evidence to catch the murderer, Edvina gave him a detective's hat, and someone immediately came to the door today.

Because she is a noble lady with a good family education, she will not make rude acts, but just happily say: "Oh! My God, you won't know how long I've been waiting here. ”

"Is there anything wrong with you?" Sherlock couldn't help but be a little surprised when he looked at the other party's ecstatic appearance.

"You wouldn't have thought what happened to me, it's really terrifying!" The woman said like crazy, completely losing the grace and grace of the noble lady of the past.

Sherlock just watched her quietly, waiting for her to calm down, otherwise she would not have asked anything by blindly forcing the other party to look like this.

Finally the woman gradually calmed down, and Sherlock was still very indifferent on his face, and said, "Let's go into the house and talk about it clearly." ”

Then he glanced coldly at Edvina who was gloating on the side

"Yes, you're right."

The woman nodded vigorously, and then watched her children and Sherlock enter the mansion together.

After Merlin helped the three of them deliver black tea, they stood aside, and the woman took a sip of black tea and said: "I am Irene Carlinlo, the wife of the Duke of Fryce, he came in to help me celebrate my birthday, but I waited from 7:24 in the morning until 8:30 and he still did not come back, and finally my friend came out of the store to find him hit by a car and died......"

Speaking of this, Erin couldn't cry anymore, and a pair of children on both sides of her also cried together, and suddenly the living room was filled with a sad atmosphere.

Sherlock vaguely sensed that something was wrong with this, and couldn't help but look even more solemn.

Edvina then comforted Erin Caroline and said, "Lady Caroline, please go back and wait for news, and we will help you arrest the murderer of your husband." ”

"Really? If you help me catch the murderer, I will repay you doubly, thank you very much! With that, Erin Caroline's mother and son left the mansion, and their shoulders shook as they left.

"Young master, are you sure about this case?" Edvina looked sideways at Sherlock, who was quietly drinking tea, but saw that the tiramisu was still intact.

"I'm afraid this case will not be so simple, I have a hunch that if the murderer is not arrested, people will continue to die." Sherlock said as he stirred the black tea with a spoon in his right hand and looked at the small whirlpool.

"Let's go." Sherlock stood up, straightened his clothes and said, "Go to the scene of the crime." ”

The two stopped on the road in front of the black tea factory, and saw a slightly obese middle-aged man lying in a pool of blood in front of the white convertible, but there was no blood stained on the front of the convertible slightly close to the chassis.

"I just wanted to inform you that you arrived just in time!" As soon as Mikal saw Sherlock, he hurriedly greeted him.

"You came before me." Sherlock looked at the other and said, his expression cold.

"Didn't you call me?" Mikal looked at the other in surprise, a hint of doubt crossed his eyes.

"When will I ......" Then he seemed to know something, and his eyes fell on Edwina on the side, and the other party looked like he didn't care about himself?

When did the other party even buy the people around him?

"How's the body going? Is there anything suspicious? Sherlock asked, looking at Mikal, more concerned about the case than where the others had just been.

"The deceased is male, and Ryan Fryce's wife is Erin Kalinlo, a duke, and she is thirty-seven years old." Mikal said.

"I know all of this." Sherlock asked with a slight nod.

"Did you find anything suspicious on the corpse?"

"The deceased seems to have just come out of the gold shop, he still has the box with the necklace in his hand, and ......" Mikal picked up the clear plastic bag, and inside was a bullet.

Obviously, it had just been taken out of the human body, because the blood had not yet completely coagulated, Sherlock's eyes moved from the bullet to the corpse, that is, the deceased was hit by a car after being hit by a bullet fired from an unknown location, but where did the bullet come from?

Sherlock observed where the corpse had fallen, and if he looked at it horizontally, his head was to the left, and his lower body was to the right, so he could see it vertically, and Sherlock walked to the top of the corpse's head, and then looked up, only to see a silver pistol in the window of an old abandoned building facing here, and the head of the gun was shining in the sun.

"Suffered!" Sherlock could clearly see that the gun had pulled the trigger on its own without anyone using it, and a silver bullet flew to his left as if it had broken through the sky.

"Get down!" Sherlock suddenly burst out, but it was a step too late, and the bullet instantly grazed his ear and shot straight back, and the lady who was originally chatting with a noble lady was shot and fell to the ground, everyone was stunned, this murderer was too bold to kill people in the Earl, and there were so many people at the scene.

How is it possible, how is it possible for a gun to shoot itself when no one is using it? No, no, there must be something I haven't noticed, right that building!

"Felton, spend sixty seconds investigating that abandoned building!" Sherlock said sharply as he looked back at Felton.

“yes。” After Felton answered, the whole person was already rushing towards the building like lightning, and he dared to kill in front of him, this murderer was really too bold, or deliberately provocative.

Soon Felton was already running out of the old abandoned building, with one more thing in his hand.

Felton handed Sherlock what he was holding and stood most quietly waiting for orders, Sherlock took the clear plastic bag with a mirror inside.

The name of the shop is engraved on the handle of the mirror, "House of Mirrors in Pairland," Sherlock handed the plastic bag to Felton and said, "Ask the owner of this shop, it's only ten minutes." ”

Without saying a word, Felton took the plastic bag and ran towards the store next to the mirror store.

"Sir, may I ask how I can help you?" The owner of the shop asked politely.

"Excuse me, who's going to buy this mirror?" Felton asked.

"Yes, there are three people, one is the novelist Jim Anil, the second is the vagrant Japanese Hirota Hirota, and the third is the painter Collinlo Bilder." The boss looked at the information on the notebook and said.

Felton nodded slightly and left the store, and the two drove to Irene Kalinlo's residence, but left Mikal and Edvina at the scene of the crime to continue their investigation.

Soon the carriage stopped in front of the courtyard of the Callinlo Mansion, and Felton and Sherlock stepped up the steps to the gate and stopped, and Felton knocked on the door

After a while, the door opened from the inside, and it was the maid of the Kalinlo mansion, and the other party seemed a little surprised to see the two: "Who are you looking for?" ”

"We're detectives, and we've come to find out something about your master." Sherlock stepped forward and replied.

"Detective? Good. Then, when she arrived in the hall, Irene was sitting on the sofa looking at the carvings on the opposite wall, and when she heard that it was a detective, she immediately thought that it must be Sherlock Ford Heslett and his assistant.

"Hurry up and welcome people in." The maid quickly carried the two of them all the way from the hallway to the hall.

As soon as Erin saw the two of them, she eagerly asked, "Is there any clue you are looking for?" ”

"Yes, there are currently three suspects in the lockdown, but there is one more question for you, ma'am."

"Okay." As soon as Erin heard that she had locked on the three suspects, she finally let go of the heart that had been hanging.

"I take the liberty of asking if your husband has any enemies in front of him?" Felton asked.

"My husband is very good, and he basically won't grudge with anyone, if he insists on saying that there is, he borrowed money from my husband and can't pay it back." Erin said as she wiped her tears with a tissue.

"Thank you very much for your cooperation." With that, Felton followed Sherlock out.

"Call all three suspects to the scene of the crime." Sherlock looked at Felton and said coldly.

Sherlock returned to the scene of the crime alone, and it wasn't long before the three of them brought it in.

"Sherlock, what are you ......" Edvina looked at Sherlock a little puzzled, not understanding what he was trying to do with these three people.

"After investigation, a total of three suspects were identified." Sherlock said as he looked at Edwina.

"Suspect?" Edwina looked the three people in front of her up and down, then asked as she turned her gaze to a man with slightly curly hair.

"Where were you from 7:24 a.m. to 12:30 p.m.?" The man glanced at the middle-aged man on the ground and knew what was going on, so he replied truthfully.

"I went to buy the tools I used to paint, and then I went home."

Edwina then asked another man with a cat in his arms, "What about you?" ”

"I went to buy breakfast and went back to my apartment to continue my creative journey." The man replied.

The last man then said, "I stayed at home and never came out. ”

There are obvious alibis. Sherlock's gaze was as sharp as a knife, and he suddenly looked at the male painter's hand, only to find that his hand was clean and clean, and there were no traces of paint stained by the painting.

It's just that the index finger and middle finger of the left hand are yellowed, which is the trace left by the smoker who has been holding the cigarette with two fingers for a long time, and his body also has a strong tobacco smell, and his eyes are full of bloodshots, which is the result of often staying up late.

Thinking of this, Sherlock looked at the man in front of him and asked coldly, "Can Mr. Collinlow ask you some questions?" ”

"Yes." Collinluo was stunned for a moment, then nodded and said.

"Do you smoke a lot and stay up late?"

"Yes, how do you know?" Ke Linluo looked at the other party in surprise, but the other party didn't have the slightest intention to answer him, but continued to say the next words: "Don't worry, I have one last question, have you been painting since you came back from buying paint?" ”

"Yes." Collinroe's eyes flickered, and although it was only for a moment, it was keenly captured by Sherlock.

"But why didn't your hands, your clothes, or your shoes touch the paint?"

"This ......" Before the other party could think of a rebuttal, he had already continued to ask: "You can't say that you put a raincoat on your body and gloves, right?" Even if that's the case, the shoes won't be hugged so they won't get dirty, right? ”

"I cleaned it when I came."

"When I went to look for you, Mr. Collinro, you weren't at home, the bathroom door was open, and the palette and brushes were dry, and the paint was unopened, and I searched every corner and didn't find you." Felton, who had been standing quietly next to him and did not speak, suddenly spoke.

"It's possible that I'm mistaken, but you can't say I'm a murderer just because of that." Collinlow retorted dissatisfiedly, but maybe even he didn't notice that his voice was obviously trembling when he retorted, because he was weak-hearted......

"You said you would go to the store and buy the tools you use when you paint, it should be a mirror and a pistol, right? And aren't you curious how I knew you were a long-term smoker and cared so much about this? Sherlock's tone was a little aggressive, and then he didn't wait for the other party to refute, and continued, "If you don't guess wrong, there are your fingerprints on the handle of this pistol and mirror, and you will know when the time comes, even if you have gloves on the cuffs and clothes will react to gunsmoke, I picked up half a cigarette in the place where you committed the crime, and there are shoe prints on it, the cigarette was trampled on, and the shoe prints on this are the same as the marks on the shoes you are wearing on your feet now, right?" ”

"You've been behind that building all the time, but you used the reflection of the mirror to make me think there was no one in that building, but the gun fired itself, and the building hasn't been inhabited for a long time, so no one will notice even if the lights break."

"Young master, he did have a gunpowder smoke reaction on his body." Mikal looked at Sherlock and wondered how such a stupid person could be, it seemed that he was inexperienced.