The moment the door opens, the room is turned into a secret room

Hopkins was not an idiot, and immediately after this reminder, he thought of several possible means, such as holding the dead man's hand in a circle, and then finding a stronger rubber rope, threading it through the hand, and then wrapping it around the doorknob, and then tying the simplest slipknot.

In this way, it is only necessary to tuck the key into the slipknot before opening the door, so that the moment the rubber rope is detached from the doorknob, the elasticity will naturally pull the key back into the hands of the deceased.

Of course, in order for the deceased's hand to hold the right position the size of a key, something needs to be there to support the hand all the time.

Now that I think about it, it is likely that before opening the door, the deceased was holding the fork in his hand all the time, but it was the top position of the fork, and when the key was retracted, the fork was ejected, and then the cutlery was blown away.

As for how the rubber rope was recycled, it was actually simpler, just put the hand holding the rubber band into the sleeve, because the room was dark at first, and you need to turn on the light to see the situation inside, and at that time, Sherlock needs to press the switch of the wall light first, during this time, his hand

Wait a minute!!

"Squeak!" With a bang, Hopkins slammed on the brakes, causing Sherlock and Nightingale in the back row to follow violently.

The people around the car didn't know what was going on at all, and they suddenly cheered up 12 points, took out all their guns with a click, and cautiously aimed in all directions, and the other armored vehicles escorted suddenly turned on their searchlights, illuminating the entire street, and Captain Nopa and Captain Gregerson pushed open the door of the vehicle they were riding in and rushed straight over.

In the carriage, Hopkins turned around and looked at Sherlock in the back seat with a completely confused look, and just stared at it for a long time, and then blinked his eyes:

"But. . . But you were the first person to put your hand in. ”

Sherlock nodded, "yes." ”

"Ah?!!!h

Hopkins' expression at this moment was like hearing Sherlock say that he was actually the illegitimate child left behind by Lord Dante.

Oh no, given Sherlock's astonishing style and monster-like prowess over the years, it's a real possibility.

Therefore, Hopkins was even more shocked than he was Dante's illegitimate son, and he repeatedly opened his mouth, but he held back for a long time before he burst out with a sentence:

"Who you killed?"

"That's right." Sherlock continued like a nobody: "I didn't say it at the beginning, my target for protection has always been Nightingale alone, so what do I care about the other three."

As you said, those people are not good people, so if you kill them, you will kill them, and you don't need to give me a medal in the Inquisition. ”

No one can put into words the absurdity of this moment

"But. . . But the other two will be killed, and no one will care about you, but Pope Belu can't be sentenced to death yet! Hopkins called, with a feeling that the whole person couldn't hold back, and he seemed a little out of shape.

"Ah, I didn't pay attention to whether the court sentenced him to death until he died, but I just killed him. I guess that's fine.

Because he was one of the former rippers after all.

Remember when I said that a monk had been dismembered the night before and thrown into the River Thames?

Actually, it was me and Nadine that day. Pope Belu brought up his child abuse and made an appointment to meet in the evening, originally to temporarily separate the people outside the corridor, because he did not want anyone to see that he had contact with me.

But the monk was a little too religious, and after he left, he was a little worried about his master's safety, and wanted to come back and see again. He saw something he shouldn't have seen.

That's what led to Nadine. Pope Belu killed him, and his methods confirmed his identity as a ripper.

Of course, the next day I met with the Pope again to avenge the monk

Anyway, since I was invited to join the Ripper case, it makes sense that I could kill the murderer involved in the case at any time."

“.” Hopkins didn't say anything more, just continued to stare at Sherlock in silence.

This guy killed a Pope!

But this guy even killed the emperor, but he was still able to get out of the blood prison unharmed, so even if his move was really unreasonable, what could he do?

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

"Hey, what's going on?" Gregerson shouted in a panicked voice.

Only then did Hopkins come to his senses, and then lowered the door bezel of the armored car a little, and then saw Nopa outside, and Watson with some worry between his eyebrows.

"Oh, it's okay, it's a mistake." He explained, with a slightly embarrassed expression.

"Operational error?"

"Well, I'm really tired these days, and I accidentally stepped on the brake with my foot just now."

Gregerson frowned, saw that Miss Nightingale was still sitting safely in the carriage, and then asked tentatively:

"Lord Nightingale, are you alright?"

Nightingale's heart should have gone through repeated struggles, but there was no trace of it on his expression:

"Of course it's fine, but I'm still a little nervous."

She said comfortingly.

Hearing this, Gregerson finally put his mind at ease, and then said to Hopkins in the front row very worriedly: "Can you still hold it, otherwise I'll find someone else to drive." ”

"No, I'm sober now."

After some negotiations, Captain Gregerson finally turned around and waved his hand to the guards around him with a soothing emotion: "It's okay, keep going, I know everyone is working hard, but if you're sleepy, just give yourself two mouths, be sober and sober, and get through today!" ”

In this way, after a short period of preparation, the convoy continued to the south side of the city of London, where the electrical circuit had not yet been laid, and the light of the gas lamps had gradually entered the public eye.

Hopkins was in a very wrong state in the car, and after waiting for some distance in the car, he finally asked:

"So, you're a ripper?"

"Of course not." Sherlock said, "I just struck before I could disembowel and kill those three people." ”

The words were still very casual, but the strange and absurd atmosphere became more and more intense

"But. . . Why did you do this, it doesn't make sense to kill those three people first, you still can't be sure, who the real ripper is? ”

"I've already made sure." Sherlock corrected.

“.” Hopkins was silent for a short time and sighed: "How many times have I told you, I'm not a ripper."

Even if all your assumptions about the ripper match mine, you still don't have any evidence.

And in the absence of evidence, all your quality control over me is actually not valid. ”

Hopkins' tone was calm, as if he was really an innocent person, so he could face Sherlock's accusations so calmly, and even thought about how to dispel the other party's doubts and let him focus on finding the real murderer.

However, Sherlock was only somewhat aware of something:

"Oh, so you've always thought I had no proof.

I'm really sorry, maybe I didn't make it clear.

In fact, the evidence is always in your own hands."

(End of chapter)