"Then how did you escape? It stands to reason that if you were really like what you described, you might be like the police officers at the scene! Wang Feng felt that what Conan Doyle said was not a lie, but how did Conan Doyle escape that monster?

Conan Doyle shook his head, but suddenly something came to mind, and quickly said, "I was about to choke when I heard the music of the violin, and it seemed that someone was singing. Then the monster let go, and I just fell off and lost consciousness and didn't know anything. ”

Sherlock Holmes listened to Conan Doyle's description and thought about it, seeing that Conan Doyle's excited appearance now, and the fear in his tone of voice did not seem like he was lying.

"These are too unbelievable, since they have all become corpses, how can they possibly think?"

He looked at Conan Doyle and asked again, "Are you sure that when you want to pull out your gun, that guy directly restricts your movements." ”

Conan Doyle nodded and stretched out his arm.

Wang Feng took a closer look, and saw that Conan Doyle's two arms were freshly printed with two handprints.

"That seems to be the case...... But how could a dead man do such a thing? ”

Wang Feng couldn't figure it out, so he asked Conan Doyle again: "Are you sure those two corpses are really dead?" ”

Conan Doyle wiped his neck and then excitedly peeled off his clothes.

The head of the corpse had been cut off, the center of the body had been completely abandoned, and the intestines had leaked to the ground. And that's not the point, while the male corpse sits with his hands folded, while the female corpse is perfectly peeled in half and rests on the back of the male corpse and becomes wings...... I could see clearly that the two bodies had been combined into one and were still secured with wire. The two heads rested on the arms of the female corpse. Conan Doyle experimented with himself, re-showing each part in front of the two people, trying his best to restore the situation at that time.

Holmes gasped: "Looks like this isn't a murderer, it's an artist!" ”

"You said that when you were unconscious, you heard someone playing the violin and someone singing...... What kind of tune does the violin play? And what is the song sung? Do you remember? Wang Feng suddenly remembered that he had missed one point, that is, the violin music and singing that Conan Doyle had heard when he was rescued just now.

Conan Doyle felt a little embarrassed, although the song sounded familiar, but he forgot the name for a while.

"I don't know what to say about violin music? But I heard some of the lyrics and I can still remember them clearly...... What gay, what save or whatever! ”

Conan Doyle could only think of these things so far, and he really couldn't think of anything else.

“gay？” Sherlock Holmes frowned, "Are you sure you're right?" ”

Although Wang Feng knows some music, the song described by Conan Doyle has entered his own blind spot, which is really powerless.

"Anyway, I think the music is very ...... Comfortable! It's awe-inspiring. Right! That's right, that's what it feels like......" Conan Doyle and the two of them describe how they feel when they hear the piece: "At that point I suddenly felt as if I had been forgiven." ”

Sherlock Holmes sneered and said to Conan Doyle, "What you heard is not "Amazing Grace" ......?"

He then coughed and sang, "Amazing grace, how sweet the sound that saved a wretch like me."

I once was lost, but now I'm found ,was blind, but now I see

(I was lost before, now I am found, blind, now I have to see) ......"

Conan Doyle's expression changed and he pointed at Holmes excitedly and said, "Hmm! That's right, it's the song. ”

"Stupid thing! If I hadn't heard you describe how you felt after listening to this song, I really wouldn't have guessed. Holmes shook his head helplessly.

Wang Feng looked at Conan Doyle with some confusion: "Didn't you just say that there is any gay in the lyrics!" Is there anything else to save? ”

Sherlock Holmes patted Wang Feng on the shoulder and explained: "The tone in which you usually speak is different from the tone you speak when you sing...... There is a word in this song, which is pronounced as the fourth tone in the song, just like the pronunciation of gay, and the correct pronunciation should be grace. ”

"No, this is Hu Ruisi...... He's talking gay! Wang Feng scratched his head, feeling that Conan Doyle should not have made such a mistake.

Holmes sneered angrily: "I estimate that the probability of him being clear is very high under the circumstances at that time. In addition, when singing this song, Gu Ruisi will become Gaisi, so it will cause such a misunderstanding. ”

Conan Doyle touched the back of his head innocently and laughed: "So that's what it looks like, I'm really embarrassed by the two of you." ”

"According to you, is that what grace means?" Wang Feng looked at Sherlock Holmes.

Sherlock Holmes nodded: "You can think of it as the meaning of grace, "Amazing Grace" was composed in 1779 by the English priest John Newton, in praise of God...... Looks like you'll have to go to the scene to find out what's going on. ”

Wang Feng nodded, completely agreeing with Holmes's idea: "It seems that now we can only go to the scene to find clues." ”

"Monsters? Grace...... Violin! A living corpse? Artwork...... Looks like something interesting is happening again. Holmes smiled.

Conan Doyle hurriedly reminded Holmes: "If you go, be careful......" He looked at Wang Feng a little unwillingly and asked again: "When you arrived at the scene, did you find me alone?" ”

"Hmmm! There is no clean scene of the corpse as you said, only you are lying on the ground alone......" Wang Feng stood up and told Conan Doyle his thoughts: "If it is really as you said, maybe it is the mysterious man who destroyed all the clues at the scene." ”

"But if it was really destroyed by that guy, how could so many corpses disappear in such a short time? Leave no trace? Sherlock Holmes felt a little impossible, it would take time to move a corpse, not to mention such a large amount of work, knowing that there was not one corpse at the scene, but many corpses.

Conan Doyle clapped his hands and suddenly remembered what happened before: "We found the body at eight o'clock this morning, but our police officer said that the time of death of the body was after six o'clock in the morning, and it took almost an afternoon to change the body to that way, and that guy only took two hours." ”