"This is? Rickel? {Rache} which woman's name is it? Aaron tried to spell the pronunciation of the word.

"It's also possible to be Lachi! But if it's a woman's name, then maybe that ring makes sense, but there are a lot of women named Ricke, where do we start? ”

"No, it's German, revenge! You don't have to guess! "Sherlock Holmes got the blind spot of everyone's knowledge again.

"German? I didn't even know you could speak German! Watson was surprised.

"Why don't you know? We've been living together for years, Watson! You don't know I know German? ”

"When did they get married?" The officer asked Aaron in a whisper.

"Maybe we'll get married tomorrow, provided Watson divorces first!"

"I thought they were in that relationship!" The officer touched his nose.

"It's pretty much the same anyway!"

"Aaron, do you know why I said that the murderer is one meter six tall??"

"This, what might it be related to shoe prints?"

"No, it's actually because people have a convention, when we write, we will always subconsciously keep parallel to our height!"

"I made a note of it!"

"In addition, this writer likes to smoke Indian tobacco leaves!"

"How did this come about?" The officer was already dumbfounded.

"These words are written on the fingers with blood, you look at these scratches, if the person's nails are well trimmed, there will be no scratches on the wall, and these soots on the ground are very dark, if you read my blog, you will find that I have done an issue on how to tell the difference between more than 140 kinds of tobacco leaves and those cigarette ashes!"

"What's on his blog?"

"If there is too much, tobacco is considered normal!" Watson picked up the cigarette case on the table, took out a cigarette, lit it for himself, took a deep puff, then exhaled a puff of smoke and leaned back in his chair.

"I won't talk about the more disgusting ones, I'm afraid it will affect your appetite!"

"Then don't talk about it!" Aaron was about to smoke, but when his hand touched the cigarette case, he retracted again.

"What's wrong, quit smoking?"

"Almost, she said don't kiss her if I smoke!"

"Alas, young man, try my cigarette, the smell is not so big, and Mary will turn a blind eye!" Watson pocketed Aaron's cigarettes, then pulled out a box of fresher cigarettes and threw them to Aaron.

While the two of them were swallowing the clouds, Holmes also completed his final survey of the room.

"Well, there's nothing to see now, Mr. Officer, to get us and the body found

Talk about that officer? ”

"Of course, I'll send someone to send you there."

When he came out of Garden Street, where the murder occurred, it was already one o'clock in the afternoon, and Holmes took the two of them to a coffee shop on the corner to drink some hot coffee, and ordered a few more pastries, Aaron swallowed the pastries, and then drank the coffee and let out a long breath.

"I feel like this is the first time I've eaten something like this at noon!"

"Me too, but I'm used to letting Holmes run the case on his own, and I'm going to eat myself when I'm hungry!"

"Why do you eat so much? Just don't be hungry! If you eat too much at noon, you guys from the army won't understand this! ”

"In the army, after we have a full lunch, there will be a diet campaign!" Aaron added, speaking of which, this original body even had a record of serving in the Marine Corps before, but after getting PTSD in the Middle East battlefield, he had to retire and return to London, and then it didn't take long for Aaron to wear it.

"Cut!"

After eating something, the rain slowly stopped, and Aaron bought a cup of coffee for the police officer who had been waiting for a long time before getting into the car.

The police car drove through a bustling neighborhood and eventually into a relatively dilapidated residential area.

"Sir, in front of you is Officer Luan's residence, and that red window is it! I'm waiting for you right here! ”

"Thank you, officer, we'll go back as soon as we go!"

The three of them walked through the street with dilapidated oil drums and homeless people, and passed a group of children playing games, and entered the hallway.

"This hallway reminds me of Matilda!" Leather shoes clattered in the hallway, and the sound was heard far down the quadrangular stairwell.

"Is life always so miserable, or is it only childhood?"

"I have to say, this line is still very classic!"

"By the way, do you think this case will be some kind of secret gang revenge or something? Freemasons are all out! Aaron stopped suddenly.

"No, that's just the murderer's disguise, the real German will write the letter in Latin font, but that letter, it's just a copy, the murderer wanted to lead the police to another way like this, but I'm sorry, he met me!"

"Alright, alright, we're almost there!" Watson walked at the front, pausing as he reached the top floor.

"Look at this position, if there is a little girl sitting here, it will be very restored!" Watson pointed to the corner of the stairs with his cane.

After two rounds of going back and forth in the hallway, Aaron finally found the number plate with Luan's name written on it with the help of the light of the flashlight.

When Aaron knocked on the door, Officer Luan was still sleeping, and he was still not very happy about the arrival of the uninvited guest.

"I've said everything I'm going to say before, why do you still ask?"

Aaron didn't answer, but first took a few pounds sterling in the hundred-dollar denomination.

"Glad to help, sir!"

"Start at the beginning and tell me about the day!"

"On that day, I was on duty in that garden, and I took over from my colleague at 10 p.m. until 6 a.m."

"Please continue!"

"It was relatively quiet at the beginning of the day, except for a few over-drinking fans fighting on Erhard Street, you know, the Premier League hasn't been going well lately, and after dealing with those guys who were fighting, I continued to patrol, and then I met Officer Mochi patrolling the Dutch forest area, and we stood around the corner, smoked a cigarette, and at about two o'clock, I wanted to go to Breston Road to see what was going on, because the road was relatively remote, and I was worried that something would happen, but except for the occasional few cars passing by, Everything else was fine, it was raining at the time, and I thought that it would be very comfortable to have hot water to drink, and suddenly I looked up and saw the house on the corner in front of me with the lights on! I knew that neither of these houses on Garden Street were occupied, especially since there had been deaths here, so I was afraid that something would happen, so I wanted to go and check it out! ”

"And then you found the body, and you walked around the house, and finally tried to push the kitchen door, right?"

"How do you know?" The officer almost jumped.

"What's next?"