dhibooks Chapter 18 Extra Story Courteous-06
Chapter 18 Extra Story Courteous-06
6.
"Head, I'm sorry, you've been suspended. We can't carry out your orders, I'm very sorry..." When Sergeant Donovan called, Lestrade had already driven the police car out of Scotland Yard.
"What? Are you kidding me? Fuck! Mycroft!" Lestrade immediately realized that Mycroft was serious about not wanting him to interfere. The opponent he met this time must be very difficult. Let's use the network to suspend Lestrade to stop his investigation...
But Mycroft must have never thought that his method this time would directly affect his ability to save Sherlock...
Damn the Holmes family, what kind of trouble did they get into this time!
**
Sherlock politely knocked on the door and entered an apartment where Muslims lived, and showed his police officer ID.
The hostess looked at the name on it carefully, and let Sherlock enter the room, "Uh, oh, Inspector Lestrade, what is this?"
Sherlock walked past the hostess into the living room.Glancing at the group photo on the coffee table, "I have something about the discovery on the side of the road...you know," the hostess nodded with difficulty, and thanked the police officer in front of her for not saying the word "corpse"," I'm here to ask you for some details."
"The police officers who came before have already asked, we..."
"Yes, I know, they are asking about your husband, right? I have something to ask you."
Sherlock saw a photo of a man and his colleagues on the railway hanging on the wall, and speculated that the male master at this time, "So even if he is on the night shift, it doesn't matter."
The hostess nodded awkwardly, "Is there anything I can do to help you?"
Sherlock observed the woman in front of him, a typical Muslim woman, dull, obedient to men, had one child, had no education, but had a harmonious family and had never been bullied by her husband.
But her palms are rough, not like the average housewife.
Sensing Sherlock's gaze, the hostess hid her hands. Sherlock remembered the conservative customs of Muslims and said "sorry".
Sherlock raised his eyes and looked around the apartment. It was a two-story building. According to the photos, they had a daughter who should be resting upstairs at this time.The layout of the room allowed him to see the bathroom directly, and Sherlock noticed that the floor of the bathroom was clean.
"Do the permanent residents of this community have any rumors about the identity of the deceased?" Sherlock stared at a corner of the bathroom, too far away to see clearly, and asked casually by the way.
"No, no."
"So what were you doing that night?"
The mistress's hands began to stir the apron, and Sherlock smiled slightly.
"Hassan, my brother-in-law came to my house to borrow money. Mohammad wasn't there at the time. I didn't sit there for 5 minutes, so I sent him away." The hostess didn't look Sherlock in the eye.
"So, can I ask your daughter?" Sherlock pretended to write something in the notebook, looked up and saw the hostess staring at him very vigilantly, and added, "Only 2 minutes?"
"Okay, I'll tell her to come down."
Sherlock stood up with the hostess, walked to the bathroom, and confirmed what he had speculated just now. There was indeed some mottled blood in the corner. Although the law prohibited, Muslims often slaughtered animals at home, so for a For housewives who are familiar with the road, dismembering the corpse should not be a difficult task, and the cleaning work will be quite cautious.
"This is Harissa, and this is Inspector Lestrade."
"May I ask her a few questions alone?" Sherlock politely asked the hostess, Ms. Aziz, to leave.
"Hey, don't be nervous, I know your uncle is an asshole." Sherlock's opening remarks were obviously beyond Harissa's expectations, and then she broke down and cried, "Yes, he will come to my house drunk every time Asking for money, my father kicked him out a few times before, and later he came to blackmail my mother while my father was on duty."
……
"It's self-defense, I think, when they turn themselves in tomorrow, you can do something to make it easier for them. SH"
After Sherlock finished sending the text message, he felt that the last sentence was redundant, but it had been sent successfully and could not be deleted.
Looking at the 8 unread letters, Sherlock sighed once again that Lestrade's encounter with Mycroft was the greatest misfortune of Lestrade's life and the greatest luck of the Holmes family.Of course, he would not tell Lestrade about the latter.
The last one has passed 2 hours and 15 minutes from the current time, which is very inconsistent with Lestrade's inquisitive style. Click on the last one: "111222111" Sherlock frowned and his hands shook.
"Mycroft, what did you do to Lestrade?" Sherlock dialed Mycroft directly.
"Mr. Holmes, the boss is holding an emergency meeting. The inspector has been dismissed by the boss. After the matter is resolved, he will be reinstated. Don't worry."
"Don't worry about it, if it wasn't Mycroft who kidnapped him, who else would it be?" Sherlock finally swears and hangs up the phone.
Anthea's hand also shook, and she glanced at the closed door of the stone room. She weighed whether to go in and tell Mycroft the news.But this meeting was held by the boss, and several big bosses were inside, and they were not allowed to bring any communication tools. It can be seen that the security level is extremely high this time, and Anthea dared not enter rashly.
"If anything happens to him, you're all dead. SH"
But rushing in now, they will die as well.
"No. [-] is in distress, start the emergency plan. A" Anthea suddenly thought that she still had rescuers at her disposal, and hurriedly sent a message to Jeremy.
After 10 minutes, "Unable to locate, plan failed. J"
God!Anthea almost broke the stiletto of her high-heeled shoes. If she was still alive after today, she would definitely suggest to the boss to embed positioning chips all over his body. Mobile phone chips are too easy to be found and destroyed.
Sherlock came to Scotland Yard and received an unprecedented "welcome".
"It's all your fault! Freak! Broom star!" Sally Donovan grabbed Sherlock's windbreaker collar, "If you hadn't broken into the scene many times without authorization, the detective would not have been suspended for investigation."
Anderson also took the opportunity to join the battle, but Sherlock held his forehead with one hand and couldn't get close.
"Where did he go?"
"Walthamster. What's the matter?"
"It's okay, please let me go, Sergeant." Sherlock's face was angry, and Donovan subconsciously obeyed his order and let go of his hand. She had never seen Sherlock's expression like this before.
Sherlock walked quickly on the road that Lestrade must pass, deducing what might happen step by step.
"The matter is of great importance, but the inspector is safe and sound at the moment, and is waiting for the other party to open the conditions. A"
It looked like Mycroft was really in some serious trouble.But Sherlock is more worried about Lestrade at this time, and if he is really involved in Mycroft's work troubles, then his chances of surviving will be slim.
"Jack the Ripper. A"
Sherlock paused, he knew the price Anthea would pay for sending this text message.Now someone deliberately imitated Jack the Ripper's modus operandi to cause panic, and then blamed Mycroft. Although the method is old-fashioned, once it is exposed to the media, the reputation of Mycroft and the Circus will be greatly questioned...
and many more.
"What meeting are they having now? About Russia? SH"
"No comment. A" Anthea was surprised at Sherlock's political sensitivity, she knew it was impossible for her boss to tell anyone but her about his latest investigation.
But Sherlock, standing under the dim streetlight at the corner, has learned everything from her words.
**
St. Catherine's Dock.
Following the clues of Inspector McMillian, Lestrade held up the gun—fortunately, it was not confiscated in time according to the regulations, and came to an abandoned warehouse behind the dock.
With years of detective experience, Lestrade really sensed the difference here, and he was on alert.
He walked cautiously to the door of the warehouse, and found a huge heavy lock lying on the ground, the cold wind gushing through the crack of the door made a huge buzzing sound, Lestrade pulled the crack of the door wider and dodged in.It was very dark inside, and he stood against the wall behind him for a while before his eyes gradually adapted and he could see things.At this time, he who was in the upper air vent could smell some bloody and rancid smell floating in the air.
The road ahead was blocked by a huge iron cabinet, and there were only a few gaps for people to pass through. Lestrade walked forward gently, and after turning a few turns, he finally saw a faint light and couldn't help but clenched the gun in his hand.After bypassing the obstacle, a strange smell of lamp oil and a pungent rancid smell came over the face. Lestrade had to retract his head, lean on the bunker and take a deep breath before poking his head out.
The scene in front of him made him nauseous, he couldn't tell whether it was animal or human internal organs were hung up layer by layer, forming a curtain, and behind the curtain hung a corpse, a burning corpse.
"How about it, isn't it beautiful?" Lestrade found a person standing in a corner where the fire could not reach, and then saw a person kneeling behind the burning corpse, but the two One is in the dark, and the other is too far away to see clearly.
The man in the shadow gradually came out, "It's a pity, it's just a test product, with gasoline spilled on it, I don't think it's pure enough." Lestrade raised his pistol and compared to the man.
"Relax honey, I won't do that to you, it's just a test after all. It's not perfect. Have you ever heard of spontaneous human combustion? The clothes of a drunk or comatose person are set on fire, and their skin is burned. Burning off, subcutaneous fat melts and flows out, the clothes become the 'wick' of the candle after being soaked in the liquefied fat, and the fat in the body is like wax, continuously providing fuel for burning, so the corpse slowly burns like a candle. Burn until all the fatty tissue is burnt. What a desirable work of art, even the marrow that comes out of the bones after they have been burnt is 80% fat, causing them to keep burning until the bones too are burnt to ashes, Even more thoroughly than a crematorium. Thus completing the cycle of ashes to ashes without any additional conditions, it is simply perfect." The man gradually approached, and Lestrade saw his face was full of shock. A chilling intoxication and madness.
"Aren't you glad I discovered such a wonderful event, Inspector?"
Joseph Trump stepped out of the shadows, posing as Jack the Ripper, as modern science has recreated him.
Everything became clear. For some reason, Joseph was dissatisfied with Mycroft, and then used the method of the murderous monster Jack the Ripper whom he adored pervertedly to commit crimes, and then blamed Mycroft.
It seems that he and Sherlock did not think in the wrong direction.Lestrade raised his gun to signal Joseph not to approach, but Joseph smiled wildly, "Dear Inspector, I am a ghost from 120 years ago, and your gun cannot hurt me."
Joseph approached step by step, Lestrade took half a step back with his left foot, stabilized his center of gravity, and quickly shot at Joseph's calf. Lestrade's marksmanship was very accurate, but the truth was exactly as Joseph said, He just staggered slightly and continued walking towards him.
And when Lestrade aimed at his head to shoot again, he was hit hard on the back of the head.
Concentrating on dealing with Joseph who was approaching every step of the way, and guarding against the kneeling worshipers behind the fire in the distance, Lestrade had already consumed all his attention, and he was not at all prepared for a surprise attack behind him.
In a coma, he felt that someone lifted him up. He fumbled for the phone and pressed a few buttons randomly, praying that the text message with the Morse code could be sent to some smart people.
TBC