"Father Mavi, you can go."

After listening to Dilloc Holmes's reasoning, Superintendent Macmillan said, "I'll send someone to send you back." ”

In fact, Macmillan knew that he should not have let Marvey leave the scene before the case was over, but he believed Holmes and knew that even without Marvey present, the case could still be solved.

"Can I stay and sit in on it?" "One of the suspects inside is a church believer, and I want to know how the case happened." ”

"Yes."

Macmillan nodded: "You are a person involved in the case, you are qualified to know the ins and outs, come in with us, just don't disturb Holmes thinking." ”

Saying thank you, Mavi followed them and led Yunia to 155 South Street, where everything was normal when she came in the afternoon, but less than half a day later, Maggie Chrissy died at home.

Ma Wei did not gloat, but just lamented the impermanence of life.

The gloomy living room was a mess, littered with fragments of cups and vases, and the policemen stood in every corner with their faces and kerosene lamps to illuminate the room as much as they could.

Maggie Chrissy's body lay flat on the floor, covered with a white cloth, and her 7-year-old daughter, holding Pippi, sat on the couch sobbing quietly, her eyes full of fear.

"We have not investigated the cause of death."

Macmillan said in a deep voice: "The body was strange, everything was normal in appearance, there were no external injuries or signs of poisoning, and the daughter of the deceased said that her mother was writing a letter in the living room, and in the middle of writing, she suddenly yelled like crazy, and writhed strangely, as if she were doing some kind of strange dance, and a few minutes after the onset of symptoms, she fell headlong and died. ”

Listening to the superintendent's account, Dilloc Holmes crouched down in front of the corpse and slowly lifted the white cloth with his cane, revealing a hideous corpse.

Maggie Chrissy's eyes were wide open, her mouth was wide open in unison, her hands were as stiff as eagle's claws, and her expression froze at the moment of her death.

"Hmm...."

With his pipe in his mouth, Holmes pondered for a moment and asked, "What did she eat today?" What about time? ”

"Two cups of black tea, three slices of buttered bread, half a piece of bacon and a small piece of cheese, all eaten in the morning and at noon, and only one cup of black tea in the afternoon, around 5 o'clock."

"Where's the black tea?"

Inspector Macmillan beckoned, and a policeman immediately came over with a tin can the size of a human head, lifted the lid, and found it full of tea.

Taking out the magnifying glass from his coat pocket, Holmes began to carefully observe the tea leaves in the jar by the faint light of the kerosene lamp, and after looking at it for a while, he put away the magnifying glass, leaned over to the jar, and sniffed the smell inside.

"Is there a problem with the tea?" Inspector Macmillan asked.

Holmes did not answer, suddenly stretched out his hand, grabbed a few tea leaves and stuffed them into his mouth, chewed them twice, spit them out, and said: "There is a faint musty smell, and it has been stored for more than three months.... Innocuity. ”

Macmillan was shocked by his sudden move and broke out in a cold sweat: "Sherlock Holmes, can you not use this method of testing poison with your body?" What if the tea is poisonous?! ”

"In my memory, there is no colorless and odorless poison that can make the deceased scream like crazy, this poison usually kills people invisibly, but the mouth, nose, and skin of the corpse will change with different symptoms." Sherlock Holmes put down the tea caddy and said lightly, "Maggie Chrissy was not poisoned. ”

"Do you know the cause of death?"

"In my early years, I saw a similar situation in a remote countryside in the Voodoo Kingdom, and I couldn't find out the cause of death, and the deceased would dance like crazy until he died."

Sherlock Holmes exhaled a puff of smoke, closed his eyes, and recalled: "The locals call it the curse of the wizard, and it is true, in fact, someone manipulates a scorpion to bite the dead, and if a scorpion suddenly crawls into your clothes, you have to jump on a tango to celebrate, don't you?" ”

“..... Are you telling jokes? ”

"I think it's quite interesting." Sherlock Holmes smiled: "Generally speaking, there is a human element behind any death case disguised as witchcraft, magic, or retribution, but this case is very strange.... Maggie Chrissy really has no signs of being bitten by anything, let alone poisoning.... I do not know. ”

"You don't know?!"

Macmillan looked at him in shock: "Dilloc Holmes would say he didn't know?!" ”

"I am a human being, and if I am a human being, I will have knowledge that I don't understand, which involves my knowledge blind spots."

Shrugging, Holmes said that he was also helpless, but....

"Although I don't know the specific cause of death, this does not prevent me from finding the murderer, as long as the murderer can be caught, won't everything be revealed? Macmillan, go and call the three suspects. ”

At the signal of the police inspector, someone went to summon the three suspects, and while waiting, Yunia gently tugged at her father's sleeve and whispered, "Dad, there is a strange thing lying on Lady Maggie's body." ”

Ma Wei looked at the corpse and found that there was nothing on it except a white cloth, where did it come from?

"Really!" Yunia jumped to her feet and said, "It's watching you!" ”

“......”

Ma Wei definitely didn't disbelieve, God was standing beside him, this kind of unrealistic thing appeared, is it strange that there is a monster lying on Lady Maggie's body?

But he couldn't see it.

In the whole room, I am afraid that no one can see the monster except Yunia.

"Meow...."

With a sinking shoulder, Mavi felt something jump up, and he turned his head and hit the tip of his nose against Fat Orange's huge ass.

"Don't move."

Like Yunia, Fat Orange stares at Lady Maggie's corpse.... Above, the expression is solemn.

Xiao Hei also came, he jumped on the windowsill, and Fat Orange left and right, blocking the door and the window respectively, ready to go.

"Looks like a tough opponent...," Marvey muttered.

"With us and the goddess here, what are you afraid of?"

Fat Orange licked his lips, his eyes bright: "It's just a little ghost." ”

"I'm not afraid, it's painful."

"It hurts?"

"Can you take your claws away and prick my flesh."

“.... I'm sorry. ”

Fat Orange tucked his paws into his palms and flicked his tail, his eyes lingering on the corpse, ready to make a move.

The police and Sherlock Holmes, who were completely unaware of this, were still waiting for the arrival of the three suspects, and the room was eerily quiet, and the faint sound of burning tobacco could be heard.

Crunch... Crunch...

The silence was broken by the sound of the stairs, and Jacob Valentine, Gilbert Wilkin, and Giuseppe Dias, the apothecary, walked into the living room and stood in front of Holmes, led by the police.

"Jacob Valentine stays, the other two, go to the kitchen and wait."

His gaze swept over the faces of the three men, taking in the expressions of the three, and Holmes smiled and said:

"I'm going to interrogate them separately."