dhibooks Chapter 17 Extra Story Courteous-05
Chapter 17 Extra Story Courteous-05
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"Huh?" Lestrade was used to Sherlock's sarcasm, but wondered why he only said half of it.
Sherlock sat on the sofa looking up at him with deep eyes, paused for a while, and then said, "It's nothing. Yes, it's nothing."
After dealing with the two brothers surnamed Holmes for so many years, Lestrade felt that Sherlock must have something to hide from him, "Xia..."
Sherlock got up suddenly and interrupted him, turned around in front of him and stood at attention, "So, after all these years, have you finally seen the nature of that promiscuous fat man?"
Lestrade froze for a moment, "I just moved out. We haven't officially talked about breaking up yet."
Sherlock ignored him, and continued, "That's good, the IQ of human beings who are out of the love stage will improve. Let's solve this case."
Lestrade tilted his head and shook his shoulders, "If he is really a copycat of Jack the Ripper, then there will be three other victims, but in the past five years, no such cases have happened again..."
"No," Sherlock pulled out a newspaper clipping from last week, "Look at this."
Lestrade took the palm-sized square newspaper, "Has there been mass food poisoning in the Walthamster Muslim community?"
"Guess what they ate?" Sherlock put his fingertips together, propped his chin on his chin, and looked at Lestrade.
"It can't be...human flesh."
Sherlock smirked, got up and opened the door for Lestrade, "Isn't it, you still have to tell me, please."
Lestrade got the clue and left happily, not forgetting to turn around and advise Charlotte, "Don't forget to eat."
***
Before arriving at Scotland Yard, Lestrade received a call from Sergeant Donovan, who found a package of dismembered bodies in the woods on the roadside of Albert Road, without heads, fingers and genitals, etc. The part that determines the identity of the deceased.
Sherlock's judgment was indirectly corroborated, so Lestrade called Sherlock and wanted to take him to the scene, but was rejected by "I don't want to take a police car".
So Lestrade made an appointment with him to meet him in Albert Street.But when Lestrade got there, Donovan was trying to stop Sherlock from breaking in.
"Detective, this man..." Lestrade waved his hand, raised the cordon, and let Sherlock in. "It's okay, I asked him to come."
Anderson had already inspected the body parts and was taking notes. Seeing Sherlock approaching, he hurriedly got up, "You can't come here."
"Why not." Sherlock pushed Anderson away, squatting next to the blue trash bag.
Lestrade came over and stopped Anderson's retaliatory trick. "It was discovered by an off-duty bartender. He kicked and was startled." Lestrade told Sherlock what the police had initially learned.
"Only arms and thighs."
"Yes, so I never knew the identity of this person."
"No, he is six feet three inches tall and has a yellowish complexion. He is an Asian Muslim male. Judging from the thickness of the garbage bag, it should be used by a nearby restaurant. I think these are enough to help you find out the identity of the deceased."
Lestrade nodded, and said to his opponent, "Go search around, there should be other parts of the body, and then see if there are any missing persons reports from nearby residents, Meri, take someone to check the restaurants in this community. "
Sherlock stood up and said disappointedly, "This is not the same person, this is not the imitator."
"Yes, it doesn't look like it just from the method of dismemberment, but this is also a murder that is happening. You are helping people, which is more meaningful than finding a criminal who disappeared five years ago." Lestrade De knew that Sherlock thought the case had become boring.
Sherlock stared at Lestrade with a dissatisfied expression, but then disappeared, "What people need is not help, but salvation."
Lestrade didn't know why, but Sherlock said again, "I don't think you will get anything in the restaurant, but the confirmation of the identity of the deceased will help you."
"If it's not the serial killer, then it must be someone physically strong enough to kill a grown man and familiar with dissection, dismemberment, then the scope narrows down to a very narrow one: a butcher or a doctor."
Sherlock glanced at him again, did not speak, pulled the collar of the windbreaker, December will pass soon, and the new year will begin soon.
***
Sure enough, the search in the restaurant found nothing, and even the fast food restaurant that caused food poisoning to more than ten people at the same time had no clues.
The identity of the deceased has not yet been confirmed, and Anderson said that he will wait until the DNA test report comes out.
Lestrade wanted to expand the scope of the search. After all, not all the bodies had been found, but a strange incident happened immediately that shocked the whole of Scotland Yard and the Circus, which disrupted all of Lestrade's plans.
"The Mystery of Whitehall, he is declaring war on you." Sherlock's text message was presented to Lestrade along with Donovan's briefing. Lestrade briefly glanced at the briefing and agreed with Sherlock— ——The Mystery of Whitehall, a "masterpiece" of Jack the Ripper 120 years ago. Although there is no evidence that the unknown female corpse hidden in the basement of Whitehall is what Jack did, the method of dismemberment and the time of the incident make the People have no choice but to link this case with Jack. So far, the Circus, known as the most secret and well-informed British Empire, has not found out the identity of the deceased and the murderer.
But now, the heavily guarded Circus was once again shrouded in the haze of death, and an unknown female corpse appeared here again.
Lestrade came to the Circus again after the Yule Ball. The site was well protected. It was a librarian who found the body. Now the basement has been transformed into a lounge and a small reading area, so usually the administrator will The doors are opened early so that the staff who come here to read the newspapers in the morning have the latest newspapers to read.
The elderly male librarian, too frightened to speak, was offered a glass of brandy and forced to speak to Merry, which Merry wrote down in the notes.
"He didn't know when the body was there. He locked the door after get off work at 6 o'clock last night and left. The spare key is in the concierge, so it's not hard to get it."
Lestrade nodded, raised his head in thought, and happened to meet the gaze of Mycroft, who was tall and outstanding behind the crowd. Lestrade turned his eyes away from him, and suddenly the image of Sherlock's earlier desire flashed in his mind. "Six feet nine inches, white skin, red curly hair, just like Sherlock..." Lestrade looked back incredulously, but he couldn't find Mycroft.
Today's Circus is not what it used to be. In addition to the cameras everywhere, an iris scan is required to enter the Whitehall. It is difficult to sneak in, let alone dragging a dead body.But what if the murderer was someone in the Circus?
Lestrade shook his head. Mycroft has no reason to do this. He wants to kill someone without doing it himself, and even the body will not be found afterwards. Then someone must deliberately draw everyone's attention to Mycroft. special.
Mycroft said nothing.
"Are you really not going to talk to me?" Lestrade sat on the comfortable single sofa in the Diogenes Club, staring at Mycroft opposite him.
"Of course we have to talk, why did you move out?" Mycroft changed his posture, laying the newspaper in front of his face flat on his lap.
"I don't think this is the time to talk about it. We're talking about your situation: you're the prime suspect." Lestrade noticed that Mycroft's ring finger was no longer ringed.
Of course Mycroft didn't miss Lestrade's gaze, of course he knew where Lestrade was looking.
"The biggest suspect? My dear brother told you?"
"Mr. Holmes, we all believe that you are innocent, but you need to provide us with some clues."
Mr. Holmes?Mycroft raised his eyebrows when he heard this address, and leaned forward, "Then I guess you want a list of people who hate me so much that they want me ruined?"
Lestrade hated Mycroft's insouciance.Lestrade stood up and left.
Mycroft stopped him first, "G. This matter is very dangerous, don't meddle in it."
Lestrade glanced at the hand holding his wrist, the fingers were empty, with only a ring-shaped trace of a lighter color, and as time went by, this trace would gradually disappear from Mycroft's body like their love. Disappear on your body.
"It is my business, sir." Lestrade broke Mycroft's fist with his other hand.
"It's a matter for the Circus."
"It's all London."
Mycroft let go of his hand, stared fixedly at the back of Lestrade who left angrily, and asked in a low voice, "What are you angry about?"
Lestrade paused, just once, and then suddenly he turned back, stepped forward quickly, swung his arms, and slapped Mycroft hard across the face. "Why are you angry? Let me ask you, where is your ring?"
Mycroft's eyes lit up, and he suddenly smiled, "So it's not that you don't care."
Lestrade looked at Mycroft's face with vigilance and doubt, but he was not as perceptive as the Holmes brothers, and he couldn't see what was going on in Mycroft's mind.In the end, Lestrade said angrily, "If I'm not crazy, then you must be crazy." Then he turned and left the club.
***
Lestrade carefully read the case files that he believed to be related to Jack the Ripper of the New Century, and carefully compared them with the files from more than 100 years ago. Then he remembered a case that Sergeant Donovan had brought in earlier for him to sign for reimbursement. He hasn't approved the payment yet, Lestrade pinched the corners of his eyes, this bad day is simply too frustrating.
"This Sally..." Lestrade picked up Donovan's file bag and shook his head. She was so confused that she actually filled in the wrong date. Even though the new year had already passed, she still wrote the year of the old year habitually. , the month and day are correct.
and many more.
Lestrade had a flash of inspiration. He remembered that his old partner, Inspector McMillan, had brought up a murder clue three years ago. At that time, he swore that this clue could solve the case and bring him honor. However, when the report was submitted, it seemed to sink into the sea. For this reason, his old buddy was still depressed for a long time.
He remembered that case, which was also a similar unnamed dismemberment case.
Lestrade pulled out the murder case file that his old buddy was in charge of. Sure enough, the important clues he said were indeed submitted, but the date was also filled in wrongly on the occasion of the new year, just like Sally, which led the investigators to put this The clues were classified as irrelevant and expired files and sealed up.
Lestrade stared at the dossier closely. There have been three similar tricks.
"Where are you? GL"
"Please write back. GL"
"I have checked the file, if there is something you want, please write back. GL"
Sherlock turned off the phone, and Lestrade couldn't find Sherlock.
"Damn it, he won't cause any trouble again." Thinking of the possibility of Sherlock rushing into the Muslim community to "investigate", the hairs on Lestrade's back stood up, those Muslims certainly did not What's more annoying than the Pope.
"Sally, send a party to come with me to Walthamster one more time."
"Ok."
Lestrade walked out of Scotland Yard first.
TBC