[Comprehensive] It's just time travel

Chapter 51 3-4

Sherlock and Watson went to the little movie theater and got a list of the people who saw that movie last night.

Not many people, including the dead Smith and Brown, there were only eight people.The remaining six people, according to Jennifer, the ticket inspector who was on the night shift last night, three of them were together. It seemed that they were a father with two twin sons who were fifteen or sixteen years old.The other three are all alone.A middle-aged man in his 40s, quite strong, but with an unshaven face, looks decadent; a white-collar woman in her 30s, with big eyes and plump lips, a bulging chest, sexy and capable; and A young man in his 20s with a mohawk hairstyle left a deep impression on Jennifer because of his handsome looks and tall and fit body.

The movie ends at 58:[-], but because of the ending song and some behind-the-scenes shots, some people will not leave immediately.

Jennifer is responsible for checking the tickets, and at the same time, she also turns on the lights in the auditorium after the feature film is over, says goodbye to the audience who left, and turns off the lights in the auditorium after the audience is gone.

Sherlock asked her about the order in which the audience left.

"The female white-collar worker was the first to leave," Jennifer recalled, "then the couple, and then the sexy little handsome guy...these people left almost at the same time, and the three father and son sat in the screening hall. It took a long time to leave."

"How much?" Sherlock asked.

"What?" Jennifer didn't understand Sherlock's meaning for a while, he asked too succinctly.

"Well, what Sherlock means is, how long have those three fathers and sons been sitting in the auditorium?" Sherlock explained to her impatiently, so the task of explanation naturally fell to being able to understand Sherlock's meaning and temper. On the gentle military doctor, "more specific time."

"...I'm not sure." Jennifer thought for a while, showing a slightly annoyed expression, "I didn't wear a watch at that time, and there was no clock in the auditorium..."

She was trying very hard to recall the scene at that time.

"Ah!" Suddenly, Jennifer yelled out, "I remembered! When they left, the extras just finished playing!"

"Oh, that's a pretty good clue." It was obvious that Sherlock was not satisfied, but he didn't have any more demands on the girl, "Looks like we need to watch this movie It's..."

After Sherlock finished speaking, he immediately turned around and walked out. The hem of the long windbreaker drew a sharp arc in the air, and the momentum was amazing.

Sherlock and Watson returned to 221B, and before entering the door, they heard a loud noise from 221C next door.

It was as if something had been dropped to the ground indifferently.

"...Jim?"

The door of 221C was ajar. Watson walked over worriedly and wanted to ask his new friend if he was in trouble, but Sherlock pushed the door open.

Yu Ling sat on a high-backed chair, and there was a Baroque-style square table in front of him. On it was a piece of paper, maybe a chess board paper, because there was a pile of chess pieces scattered on the ground not far away. The rug stands out on the original wood-coloured floor.

There is no doubt that it was these black and white solid wooden chess pieces that were thrown to the ground just now.

Watson was still wondering if Jim was in a bad mood—otherwise why would he throw things? ——But in fact, it was the opposite. Yu Ling seemed to be in a good mood, with a slight smile on his lips.

"Just now... what happened?" Watson asked suspiciously.

"No, it's nothing." The smile on Yu Ling's face widened a bit, "I found something very interesting."

"What's the matter?" It was Sherlock who answered the conversation. Watson looked at Sherlock with some surprise. In his impression, the tall roommate was not the kind of person who would communicate like this.

"I've been back for about half an hour, and I'm a little concerned about this serial murder case." Yu Ling stood up, and picked up the paper on the square table - it was only then that Watson saw clearly that it was actually a map of London. "I checked the information and found this."

On the map, there are three places circled by red markers.

"This is..." Watson felt a light flash in his head, but he didn't fully understand it.

"Three crime locations." Sherlock took a few steps forward and looked at the map closer, "Cinema?"

"Yes." Yu Ling nodded, and put the map on the table, "Not only that, but there is another place that is quite coincidental."

As he spoke, he picked up the Daily London newspaper on the side and handed it to Sherlock.

That was the newspaper seven days ago, and it was still the entertainment page.

Sherlock's eyes lit up.

Yu Ling handed him another newspaper—this time it was three days ago.

"They're all midnight shows, they're all horror movies..." Sherlock's expression gradually became excited, "He always chooses his targets like this!"

It turned out that the two newspapers that Yu Ling gave him had a section in the corner, which specifically listed the film schedules of various movie theaters in London that day, so that readers could choose theaters and shows according to their own time.

Lestrade had already given Sherlock a copy of the materials of the previous two cases, and Sherlock came to this conclusion based on the time of death in the autopsy report.

This is a murderer who "chances across" couples through midnight horror movies.

Yu Ling took out a bag of potato chips from the cabinet next to him, tore open the package and ate it: "It's almost like this..."

In fact, he only said half of it.

He also discovered one more thing, and that was what really made him interesting——

In London, an uninvited guest appeared.

Yu Ling could almost predict that his neighbors would become even busier in the near future.

"Bam—"

At the same time, an explosion occurred in a small hotel, and a man and woman who were sitting in a harmonious exercise in the room died inside before they could escape.

The case was quickly handed over to Scotland Yard. So far, Lestrade would only come to Sherlock when there was a serial case, and this bombing case did not reach that level.

It was just a very "ordinary" bombing.

"...This is not; this is not; this..." Sherlock held a large stack of photos in his left hand, and quickly threw them to the ground one by one with his right hand—or there were very few of them that were caught. Put it on the table, "No; no; unlikely; oh, this is good, it fits the description of the ticket inspector lady; beard, no beard; not strong enough; breasts are too small..."

The photo in Sherlock's hand was obtained through some unspeakable means, and it was the person who appeared near the cinema before and after the opening of the midnight movie.Watson held another stack of photos of people who appeared near that theater after the movie ended.

He is going through Jennifer's description, excluding those that don't fit, trying to find the six viewers.

"... Phew, it's finally over." Soon, Sherlock had no more photos in his hands, he ignored the photos on the floor, and just put the photos on the table together, "John, the photos——"

Watson handed him the remaining stack of photos, and Sherlock used the same method to leave people who might be the audience of the movie.

He put the pictures before the opening on the left side of the table, and those after the end on the right side of the table.At this time, there are twelve on the left and nine on the right.

Sherlock began to compare the photos on the left and right, and matched them one by one according to clothes, figure and appearance.

In the end, he found eight pairs of photos, namely—a beautiful and sexy white-collar woman wearing an office lady skirt; a middle-aged strong man wearing a pair of gray trousers and a soft and crumpled brown jacket; A tall handsome guy with short blond hair and a mohawk, a denim shirt and black slacks; a middle-aged man in a suit with his tie off; the teenagers in the four photos look exactly the same, wearing the same style and color baseball a middle-aged man with bulging muscles, wearing a set of short-sleeved shorts sportswear, and slippers on his feet; and Smith and Brown, who are very affectionate with their arms.

Several other people can easily match the number, except for the middle-aged man in Jennifer's mouth.The men in the two groups of photos seem to be in their 40s; they are all muscular, except that the man in short-sleeved shorts is more muscular; moreover, both of them have sparse beards on their faces .

Just when Watson was about to ask Jennifer with the photo, Sherlock threw the photo of the middle-aged man in short-sleeved shorts and sportswear on the ground.

"Okay, the audience has already appeared." Sherlock raised his chin in satisfaction, and he was going to continue the investigation - for example, take the photos and go to the theater where the victims of the first two cases watched the movie before they died, and ask about the ticket check-in on that day member.

Although seven days have passed since the first case, and the second case was three days ago, maybe the ticket inspector at that time didn't remember to ask for it, but anyway, I still have to ask.

"Why him?" Watson was a little puzzled, why Sherlock was so sure that the audience was the man in the jacket, "Don't you need to ask Jennifer?"

"Jennifer, who?" Sherlock asked subconsciously, but he didn't pay attention to it. He changed the subject immediately and explained to Watson, "It's autumn, and wearing short-sleeved shorts is obviously very special and even out of place." behavior." He spoke quickly. "In that case it would have been very impressive--the man was wearing short-sleeved shorts--but the Miss Ticket Collector didn't mention it at all."

Seeing that Watson understood, Sherlock picked up the photos and stuffed them into the pocket of his windbreaker, then took the scarf from the coat rack and put it on: "Let's go, John, those two cinemas are not too close to Baker Street!"

The author has something to say:

The author has made a great wish, and the comments in this chapter will not be broken and ten oaths will not be updated!As a guy who loves to be lively, this personality can't bear the emptiness, loneliness and cold_(:з)∠)_

In addition, there is already an obvious clue about this case, I don't know if you have discovered it~