The third person was the rich banker.

There is an old saying in the Empire: Whoever is successful must be a vicious person.

Although this may be a bit absolute, it also shows in disguise that only ruthless people can go further in their careers and get more resources.

Then this banker is the best among such people, because he is cruel to others, and even more ruthless to himself.

The place where Sherlock met him was the underground vault of a branch of the Bank of London.

That's right, this guy wants to protect himself with a vacant underground vault.

It's the kind of vault made of 70 centimeters of steel, with a password wheel more than one person high on the door, and no one can enter it!

As long as the door is closed, it is a confined space, and only a small conveyor port in the corner can barely be connected to the outside world.

Of course, this port is for pouring sedatives into the vault, after all, a place like the vault has stored a lot of money for a long time, and it would be embarrassing if a void crack appeared here, and a few little devils chirped and tore all the banknotes to pieces.

However, this kind of conveyor port is only 5 centimeters wide, it is certainly impossible for anyone to get into it, and the mesh structure guardrail on its surface can also ensure that there is no situation where someone throws bombs into the vault, and if someone wants to replace the demon tranquilizer into some kind of lethal poison gas, it is also impossible, because the container containing the demon tranquilizer is very huge, and each replacement requires professional equipment, and it takes a lot of effort to remove it, and the noise emitted by the whole process can be called a nuisance.

In short, this is a very pure safe house on a physical level.

The banker had moved some comfortable bedding into the vault, there was no bed, and in his words, he didn't want anything that could hurt him in the vault, not even the case of "accidentally falling and hitting the back of his head at the foot of the bed", just some books, a large box of food and water, of course, were purchased directly from the manufacturer, and after strict inspection, there was no possibility of being poisoned by someone on the way. Originally, he also wanted to invite two young girls into the vault, but after thinking about it again, he gave up, what if the ripper was a woman and pretended to be a beauty?

Anyway, he decided to stay in the vault until after the date of his murder had passed, otherwise he would never come out.

And before saying that he was even more ruthless to himself, it was because this guy set the password for this vault himself

After setting it up, he didn't tell anyone, just wrote it down on a note, which he stored in an underground vault in London.

Yes, this underground vault in London is the same place where Watson took the gun that the old beggar left for him half a year ago.

It's one of the safest places in London, if not the Empire.

The banker's murder date is 8 days later, but the vault will not be unsealed until 10 days later, and the password will not be revealed at that time.

In other words, unless the Ripper could have foretold the Prophet and knew the password in advance on the eighth day.

Or maybe he could break into the safest vault in the empire and snatch the piece of paper with the code written on it.

Otherwise, no one would have gotten into the vault anyway.

Even, if no one opens the vault by then, he won't be able to get out of it himself.

Putting it to death and then rejuvenating, only by being so ruthless can you fight with the ripper.

At night, when Sherlock stood in front of the banker, he could sense that this guy was the kind of successful man who loved a challenge very much.

He even laughed and said, 'If the ripper can still kill me in this situation, then I will die willingly.' ’

With that, he walked into the vault in front of Sherlock, and then the heavy door slowly closed, and with the rotation of the huge wheel, the vault was completely sealed, and no one wanted to enter it unless the vault code reappeared after ten days.

Don't think of it.

By the time Sherlock and Watson left the underground vault, it was late at night, and the carriage was slowly walking through the pouring rain.

Sherlock was holding his cheeks and looking at the rain outside the car window, and he could tell that he was thinking.

After a while, he finally spoke:

"Watson, do you think these three men will be murdered?"

Watson didn't think much about it, or rather, he had been thinking about it today, and he quickly shook his head: "If it were common sense, it wouldn't. ”

"Why?"

"Because I can't kill it, I think that no one else can kill it."

Sherlock smiled, "So you've been putting yourself in the role of a murderer." ”

Watson didn't explain at all, and directly admitted: "Yes, since we went to see that Pope in the morning, I have been thinking, if I were asked to commit the murder, what would I do? ”

"First of all, the Pope of our diocese. I think there's only one way to kill him, and that's to have the key in his hand and get past the tight guards.

But it is impossible for the deceased to give the key to others, and at the same time, it is impossible for the murderer to penetrate into such a tight defense, anyway, I can't, I guess, you can't either.

Then the first murder is not established! ”

"The second, the actor who disappeared alone.

In fact, this should be regarded as the most dangerous and safest person.

After all, there are no guards around her, so if I can find her, then she will surely die. But I couldn't have found her, because even the Inquisition had a hard time finding her, and I believe that if anyone was really investigating her hiding place, the Inquisition would have found out about it, and they would not be fools if they had caught her. ”

"As for the third" Watson was silent for a long time, and finally shook his head: "The third one still can't think of how to start."

His vault was supposed to be the strongest defense of the three, and even he couldn't open it himself, and the only password was kept in an underground vault in London.

So if you want to kill him, you must either break through the underground vault in London.

Either with military weapons, bombarding that vault for half an hour.

I think the feasibility of both is zero."

After listening to Watson's understanding of the case, Sherlock did not retort lightly as usual, and then uttered a large set of jaw-dropping reasoning, but nodded along with it.

Obviously, he also did not think about how to accomplish the murder in such a situation.

So. What would the ripper do?

For the first time in his twenty-plus years as a detective, Sherlock was so curious about a murderer.

In this way, the carriage gradually drove out of the city, and finally came to the villa on the outskirts.

During this time, as the head of security at Nightingale, he certainly could not go back to live on Baker Street.

At this time, the heavy rain still did not stop, but instead of reducing the number of guards, there were several more posts around the villa.

The two of them opened their umbrellas and walked to a barracks built in the courtyard on the side of the villa.

According to Hopkins' notice yesterday, all the security personnel are resting here when they are not on shift, so are Sherlock and Watson.

Lifting the curtain of the tent, Sherlock and Watson walked into the barracks and shook the water from their umbrellas, where they were eating, and these people who were standing guard in shifts were finally replaced at such a late hour, and they were finally able to rest for a while.

Seeing the two of them walk in at the door, countless eyes looked at them in unison.

It seems that in the course of this day, the fame of the new security chief and his partner has spread among the crowd, and everyone wants to know what kind of powerful character the person who can make the court come forward and invite him to take charge of Nightingale's security is really a powerful character.

And according to legend, this guy was called a monster by one of the legendary captains of the Royal Investigation Corps!

No matter where they are, men will always have a common mentality, that is, they worship the strong, because almost all men have a dream in their hearts to become strong.

But Sherlock and Watson are both low-key people, so when they enter the house, they are stared at by so many pairs of eyes, and they are always a little uncomfortable.

"Why do you think we two are some kind of animals in a zoo?" Watson muttered a little embarrassed.

"They probably think she looks too much like a woman." Sherlock also muttered in a low voice: "This group of five big and three thick men have been soaking together all day, and now they are near Miss Nightingale, but they can't even take a look, and they must be very aggrieved in their hearts, and when they see your face at this time, they will inevitably stare at it for a while, so it should be fine for me to stay away from you, and you take care of yourself." ”

Sherlock reasoned reasonably, and then he directly abandoned Watson very reasonably, preparing to find a quiet corner to squat and have some dinner.

But at this moment.

Suddenly, the door to the barracks was opened again, and a teenage girl with a flower umbrella walked into the barracks.

Everyone knew that this little girl with freckles on her face was Nightingale's servant, so she focused all her eyes on Sherlock with just one sentence:

"You come out and look for it."

The moment he brushed, he could almost hear the neat and uniform turning of his head around him, Sherlock looked at Nopa at the door, and didn't know how many times he had counted this little girl, didn't she know how much trouble the words 'Miss is looking for you' could cause in front of this group of big-headed soldiers?

He quickly stood up and pushed Nopa out of the barracks.

"What for?" He asked with a frown.

But suddenly, I noticed that the other party's face seemed to be very bad.

"What's going on?" Sherlock subconsciously became cautious.

Nopa raised his head and looked at Sherlock in front of him, with a sad face: "Miss is cooking"

"Huh?"

"You may not know what that means." Nopa's face was even more gloomy than the rainy night: "Anyway, Miss she's cooking."

(End of chapter)