Sherlock is a monster, and this has been recognized by everyone when he was in the Academy of Life Sciences.

Hopkins, as a new generation leader who is expected by the court, admires Sherlock's reasoning talents, and Gregson, as a traditional police officer who is a practical person, is also extremely envious of Sherlock's execution ability, in addition, there is also judgment, perception, the ability to search for clues, observation, divergent thinking, and even a casual guess, can be blinded by seven or eighty percent, in short, in their eyes, Sherlock is a powerful guy with all the detective talents.

But when they heard him say that these cases are practical methods that ordinary people can complete, the rationality of the two still told themselves that this. I guess it's.

"Mr. Holmes." Captain Gregerson spoke, and used a very formal title, presumably to make him feel that he was discussing a very serious matter:

"I'm not a person with great reasoning skills, and I think that such a thing as a secret room does have a certain degree of operability, after all, no one sees the moment when the deceased is murdered.

But among us, there are people who have seen the incredible murder method firsthand.

Inquisitor Hopkins saw the Ripper kill a man in front of him more than a month ago!

Moment!

The sun shook his eyes. Right in front of himself, he was at the distance of a table from the deceased, whose throat was cut in an instant.

Is this also a way for ordinary people to kill people? ”

"Of course." Sherlock didn't even change his expression and replied directly.

"Coco." Gregson spread his confused hands, countless words stuck in his throat, and he couldn't speak: "Then can you please answer for me?" ”

Sherlock shook his head, "Not yet. ”

"Why?!"

"I must have my own reasons." Sherlock said, "Of course, soon. That is, when Nightingale's murder prediction time comes, you will naturally know.

In fact, you can think of it now, but your blind spot makes it impossible for you to think in that direction, didn't I say it, no matter how incredible, after excluding all other impossibilities, the rest is the truth. ”

This sentence is the second time Gregerson has heard it today, and when he heard it for the first time, he only felt that this sentence was Sherlock expressing his attitude and cognition of the truth of the case.

But now when I hear it again, I find that I don't understand it a little.

Can you think of the Ripper's murder modus operandi now?

How is it possible that such a method cannot be achieved no matter how you think about it.

Moreover, why is he reluctant to tell himself now, why did he say that he will naturally know it the day after tomorrow, and why at this time, he would suddenly mention this sentence again.

Captain Gregson's mind was full of doubts, he frowned, and the muscles in his face tensed in pain because the doubts in his heart were not answered.

And at this moment, Hopkins on the side suddenly realized something!

As an Inquisitor who can be called a 'genius', his thinking skills must be much better than Gregson's, so he suddenly looked at Sherlock and opened his mouth to say something, but as the other party had just emphasized, he hesitated for a moment and finally closed his mouth as well.

Outside the sky, the morning sun that has been reincarnated for hundreds of millions of years gradually climbed into the sky, today is a rare sunny day in London, and it is also the season when summer is coming to an end, in the hottest time, Sherlock is still locked in that terrifying blood prison, and the weather has turned cold when he is released from prison.

In fact, the heat never seemed to have much to do with the rainy or foggy city, 80 miles away, the unsheltered howling sea breeze continued as always, wantonly plundering the heat of the city, and the early hours of the morning were even a little wet and cold.

Sherlock has a very strange obsession with the trench coat, probably because the style is long enough to cover a lot of splashed blood, with the morning breeze, the hem of his clothes flutters slightly, and the patrol guards in the small courtyard have lost their previous enthusiasm, envy, hatred and other emotions when they see him.

Because after today, it is the time when the Ripper is about to come, and at this juncture, everyone is becoming more and more anxious and nervous, and even the other day, Sherlock and Nightingale were in the same room for the time being.

Unconsciously, he came to the main entrance of the villa, and here, he saw Watson who had returned, he was standing under a tree, quietly and silently looking at the window on the second floor of the villa, he usually did not smoke much, at this time there was a blue tone between his fingers, the aristocratic melancholy eyes, there seemed to be a trace of vicissitudes in the smoke and dust, if this picture was seen, I don't know how many girls would be fascinated.

"Why are you standing here?" Sherlock walked over, lit a cigarette, and the two of them stood in the faint morning light

"Otherwise, I don't know where to go." Watson said: "Tomorrow, it will be the date on the death notice, although I have some confidence in you, but after seeing those cases, it seems that I can't find a way to solve them, so standing here for a while, looking at the light in the window of His Excellency Nightingale, I can feel a little more at ease." ”

"It seems that her place in your heart is really important." Sherlock said in a fog.

"Of course, that's the most beautiful man in the world, and if you and Lord Nightingale were in danger at the same time, I wouldn't even look at you."

Sherlock smiled, he didn't think Watson was joking

"Don't worry, she can't die."

"How can you be so sure, it's not like you could have said it before you had closed the case." Watson asked without any emotion: "So, to what extent have you solved this case?" ”

"90%." Sherlock said lightly.

“.”

There was a sudden silence in the light from the window, until Watson put the cigarette between his lips and took a hard breath, and then something came out.

In fact, if this sentence was heard by the two guys in the office, they would definitely jump up from their seats all of a sudden, but Watson was the first to know Sherlock after all, and he knew the strength of this guy, so in the face of his sudden words, he just let the spicy smoke swim in his lungs and calmed down.

"90% of the time, you're so humble." Watson said, "I don't know, what is the remaining 10%?" ”

"Nightingale's name." Sherlock looked up at the villa window, "I still can't figure out why her name is on the list of people who are about to be murdered." ”

(End of chapter)