Chapter 6 Anti-Suppression Bureau

Author: Teacher

Chapter 6 Anti-Suppression Bureau

The deceased was a Caucasian, who looked to be in his thirties. He had no hair or beard on his face, fair skin, feminine features, and a greasy middle-parted hairstyle. He was wearing a meticulously ironed white shirt and black overalls. On the surface, he had no hair.

Even with the slightest bit of dust on it, even the posture is quite natural, as if he just sat on the ground and dozed off, then naturally lay back and fell asleep.

But his face was particularly ferocious. His eyes were wide and bulging with an unyielding gaze. A wisp of solidified blood seeped out from the corner of his mouth. There was twisted horror and surprise on his pale and stiff face, as if he had witnessed something at the last moment of his life.

He encountered something so terrifying that the fear before his death was deeply engraved on his body.

There was also a pool of dried radiating blood near the feet of the deceased, which seemed to have been spat out before he died.

This was not the first time Watson had come into close contact with corpses. He had seen real mountains of corpses and seas of blood on the battlefield in Furstein. Compared to this scene, it was just child's play.

Looking at the slightly bent legs of the deceased, it seemed that he was originally sitting cross-legged.

A scene suddenly appeared in Watson's mind - in the dark night, the victim was sitting cross-legged in front of the fireplace, perhaps meditating, perhaps reading, when suddenly some unspeakable injury or pain struck him.

Come on, he couldn't help spitting out a mouthful of blood, and he didn't even have time to struggle for help. In the end, he only left a desperate scream.

If that's the case... it feels a bit like a situation in martial arts novels where the deceased was living alone in a secret room practicing magic skills, but accidentally went awry and suffered internal injuries due to the boiling energy and blood. Since there was no one to help him, he could only wait silently for death.

Watson gently shook his head to drive this incredible thought out of his mind. He looked at the deceased's death state. His clothes were neat and there were no traces of a fight, as if he had been poisoned and died.

Holmes squatted down next to the body, "Have you checked the body to make sure there are no external injuries?"

"Absolutely not!"

The two police elites shouted in unison.

Lestrade cautiously added: "At least to the naked eye, no obvious signs of blows were found. Although a little blood was found on the belly of the deceased's index finger, no last words were found."

Not to be outdone, Grace said: "The preliminary test results don't sound like poisoning, at least it's not a conventional toxin."

Holmes nodded slightly, but seemed not to trust these two elite detectives.

She put on white gloves and touched the body. She touched here and there with her slender fingers. She also unbuttoned the deceased's white shirt and checked, not missing any part.

Holmes moved skillfully and quickly, completing a series of detailed and meticulous examinations in a short period of time. She was more like a professional forensic doctor than a detective.

Finally, she leaned closer and smelled the lips of the deceased as if to make sure. She could smell neither the bitter almond smell of hydrogenated poison commonly used in modern times nor any other unusual smell. She could only smell the faint smell of blood.

In the end, a dazed and confused look appeared on her face, and she seemed to have gained nothing.

"Send it to forensics." Miss Charlotte stood up and said, "Remember to show me the detailed forensic report then."

A stretcher and stretcher-bearers were already prepared at the scene. Following Grayson's order, two police officers ran in from outside the house carrying a stretcher and moved the body onto the stretcher.

While they were talking, Watson stood silently in the corner, his movements concealed and always walking in the blind spot of everyone's sight, making people subconsciously ignore his existence, as if he was just a piece of furniture that was originally placed on the scene.

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This can also be regarded as the sequelae left by Watson on the battlefield - always pay attention to concealing his traces.

He silently compared the shapes of the six police officers at the scene, including the door guard, and they all matched the model of the footprints he had just speculated, except for the pair of footprints at the bottom that had not yet found the corresponding owner.

——This is most likely the trace of the murderer.

After seeing Holmes shake his head slightly and stand up, Watson was also a little surprised - it was really not poisoned? Or was it an unpopular toxin that even Holmes had never been exposed to?

Seeing that even Holmes' investigation was fruitless, he couldn't help but start to daydream - if he was the murderer of this case, how could he create such a scene?

The seemingly uninjured corpse - after eliminating the poisoning factor, it seems that only the factor of sudden cardiac death caused by excessive shock is left... Unless the murderer also mastered the legendary dark power technique from the ancient East, with a single click

Just pressing it can kill someone.

The scene is like a secret room - this is relatively easy, maybe there is a secret passage or secret door hidden in the house - the small window in the attic is very suitable, and petite people can just pass through; maybe it is set to delay closing

The small mechanism of the door was not noticed when entering the door, so I will ignore it for now.

Watson even came up with a bold speculation. Perhaps the scream heard by the patrol last night... was not uttered by the deceased, but could also be a method used by the murderer to confuse his vision.

A scene emerged in his mind:

Last night, the deceased was sitting on the floor of the main hall, reading a book under the dim light. Suddenly, from the shadow where the light could not reach, a petite murderer suddenly jumped out. The murderer used some unknown method to directly frighten the victim.

to death.

Then the murderer quickly cleaned up the traces of his appearance, quickly ran to the attic, and got out of the small window.

At this time, the murderer saw a patrolman holding a lantern not far away. Out of some idea of ​​showing off, being arrogant, or distracting attention, he/she made an impromptu decision. After erasing the traces in the courtyard, he/she hid behind the house and made a seemingly miserable sound.

The screams attracted the patrolman to check.

And when the patrol officers worked hard to break in, they would only see the victim lying on the ground, and in their initial subjective will, they would mistakenly think that the victim had just died.

"However, there is still a doubtful point here..." Watson touched his chin and thought to himself: "What if the patrolman who first entered the scene of the crime... concealed the facts, or was simply an accomplice/principal.

If so... then all these conjectures will have to be scrapped and started over."

At this time, the policemen had just lifted the deceased, and Watson, who was squatting in the corner, keenly noticed that there seemed to be a faint dark red mark on the floor under the body.

He pointed to the pattern of suspected evidence and shouted: "Look, there seems to be something written on the floor."

Lestrade, who was carrying a pipe with him, immediately knelt down, struck a match on the sole of his boot, and brought it to the floor.

I saw a few blood-red letters scrawled on the rotten wooden floor where the body had been covered. It seemed that the deceased had written with his fingers dipped in blood before he died:

Lantern

"lamp?!"

The eyes of the crowd were invariably put on the exquisite kerosene lamp in front of the deceased.

Restrad thoughtfully: "Is this the clue left by the deceased, or the murderer's message?"

Grayson was amazed: "The lamp ... this case looks more complicated."

Holmes has taken the kerosene lamp and observed it carefully. The kerosene lamp looks clean, the whole body is transparent, and there are many fuels left at the bottom.

But she looked left and right, and she couldn't find any useful clues ...

Why should the victim leave the 'lamp' before dying?

"For the time being, no matter what, please let me, I need to check this room well."

Miss Charlotte took out the tape measure and magnifying glass hidden in, and began to slowly walk along the entire room.

Squatting, sometimes lying down, regardless of the image of the lady, but it seems to be a lunatic.

But in the eyes of Watson, it feels that the female detective is more like a healthy and agile fox hunting fox in the forest. It seems to be playing with the traces of searched for prey patiently.

This is the first time that he followed the female detective to handle the case on the spot. If there was no one beside the other party, the appearance of only immersed in the world of exploring the case made him amazing.

Can't do it.

But beyond Watson's previous surprise, the area of ​​the loft's area was full of thick dust, and it seemed completely unreasonable that someone had gone through this ... Is there any other secret door?

He and Charlotte checked for half an hour, and no useful clues were found at all, but the dignity on the face of the two became deeper and deeper.

Two official detectives asked anxiously: "Miss Holmes, do you have any results?"

Female detectives do not change the color. "The case of this case is indeed more complicated than I imagined. If I can, I want to see the patrol officer who discovered the corpse last night and talk about it."

When Grayson and Restrad saw this face, they laughed and laughed. In contrast, they could see the gratitude in the eyes of the other person.

Compared to Holmes found useful clues at the scene, they hope that she will find nothing, and it proves that the investigation of the case is in trouble, not a problem that they lack.

It seems that this amateur peer is not as powerful as the legend!

"Of course there is no problem." Grayson replied at ease, looking at the notepad in his hand, "John Lance, who found the corpse, is now off work. The address he registered is the Audrey apartment on Kennington Park Road 3-

406. ""

"Remember to give me the legal inspection report."

After saying this, the female detective turned and left, and Watson followed immediately after chasing it, leaving two elite detectives in place.

..............

After they left, Restrad suddenly took the initiative to discuss with his death: "Grayson, do you say ... Will this case involve 'Things'?"

He said vomiting, "Let's ..."

Grayson nodded heavily and agreed: "Even Holmes could not find useful clues ... I think most of this case is‘ those things ’!”

"According to me, we don't need to wait for the results of the legal inspection anymore.
Chapter completed!