novelraw Chapter 114 What the hell is brain damage [9]
Chapter 114 What the hell is brain damage [9]
It's that book again.
World Rock Lyrics Collection.
#Sherlock is simply in love with this book#
#And when did he get this book in her room? #
Connie took the book that Sherlock handed over, and opened her eyes looking at the plain drawing on the cover.
Sherlock put a piece of meat into his mouth and looked at Connie with a somewhat patient expression.
"458" Finally, in a state where the two were relatively speechless, Sherlock finished less than half of the food and put down the bowls and chopsticks.
Connie looked at him, then at the food, and finally at the book, page 458.
"Not too stupid."
Connie who was praised: "..."
She is really curious now, what exactly is it...
The white and slender wrist paused, and the fingertips stayed in the center of the plain white page.
brain damage.
brain damage.
Isn't this the collection of poems she lamented at that time, and she once admired the author of the 'disabled and strong' author.
But the first line of verse that slipped into her eyes along with the title also left her stunned.
Her palms trembled slightly, her fingers skipped over every word, and read the words and sentences.
"The madman is on the grass."
"The madman is on the grass."
"Reminiscing about games and daisy wreaths and laughing."
"Be sure to make them behave..."
In an instant, the body of the man lying twisted and lying outside the main house of the Holmes family - he was on the grass.
The dead family of four—also on the grass.
There's also games, daisy wreaths, and...lol.
A Mona Lisa smile.
Connie trembled all over, and looked at Sherlock with a chill: "You won't tell me that the two cases are related to this...?"
#Don't Say No#
#Otherwise she is really [beep] a dog#
Sherlock didn't speak, just looked at her so intently.
"..."
Connie nodded weakly: "I see..."
"...But it really has nothing to do with me."
He resumed eating: "I know."
Connie read on: "The madman is in the hall..."
"So the next victim will die in the hall? Where's the hall?"
Sherlock slightly bent his mouth: "Scotland Yard."
Connie was thinking that it wouldn't be the White House, but when she heard Sherlock's words, she suddenly leaned forward: "The police station? You won't be so arrogant, right? You have reasoning for saying that? What about the victim?"
Sherlock reached out and flicked her forehead: "Think, Connie, your head is going to rust."
"How do you think about this..."
"In a simpler way, what can the books you read and your common sense tell you? For example, the character of the murderer?"
Connie recalled the two cases: "He is very smart, careful, and bold. Every case has been carefully laid out and planned to be perfect, and you can't see the murderer's personal traces from the body. It also shows that he is a very experienced person, and he is very persistent, and even the desire for this kind of thing has reached a state of stubbornness and even addiction. Maybe this is not his first case... This is a perverted habitual offender! "Connie exclaimed, covering her mouth with surprise on her face.
"Then he didn't deal with these people because of vendetta or interest...but just to enjoy this kind of murder?" Although these people are collectively called perverts, there is still a difference between perverts and perverts.
For example, the couple who kidnapped her, Amy's parents, and her father Edward are pure perverts, but that kind of pervert is not the same as the current one.
#The world is developing so fast#
#These perverts are divided into high, middle and low grades#
#Light a big food stall candle for the world#
Although the argument was the same as Sherlock's, Connie's point of view was different from Sherlock's. Anyway, it was logical, and Sherlock was not demanding, and nodded in agreement: "Then, the next victim."
Almost instantly, the blond cow in the afternoon came to Connie's mind... "Boline!?"
An exquisite and persistent lunatic carefully designed a vigorous murder, placed in broad daylight like London's Central Park.
However, 10 minutes after the police collected the body, Pauline, the "representative" of the London Police Department, announced that the reporter's family of four had died of poisoning.
This is simply pissing off that lunatic with his life.
And now that I think about it, those people must not be poisoned.
After all, there will be some symptoms of poisoning more or less, such as black lips, blue complexion and dilated pupils, but the family of four does not have such phenomena at all, so it is probably not poisoning.
And Sherlock said that the murderer is probably in the crowd, so that means...
Miss Pauline managed to attract the murderer's attention.
#This grinding little goblin#
Although she hated Miss Pauline, Connie still silently lit a wax for her at this moment.
She read on: "The lunatics are in the hall. The newspapers press their wrinkled faces to the ground. Every day, the newspaper boy brings more."
Can a place like the police station deliver newspapers?
"Perhaps ask Lace to find out what newspapers Scotland Yard subscribes to?" she suggested.
Seeing that Sherlock didn't speak, Connie immediately called Lestrade, but for some reason, she always felt like she was tossing around while Sherlock was watching her quietly.
I took a photo of the lyrics and sent it to Lestrade, who was shocked when he received a text message from Connie.
Regardless of whether Scotland Yard needs to order newspapers, that lunatic would choose such a time to attack Pauline in the police station!
This guess is really crazy.
Putting down the phone, Connie sighed: "I told Lace, he has already sent someone to protect Pauline." Connie felt that she was really a generous girl.
Pauline hated her so much that she didn't bother to hide anything.
#Present a large milk pudding to such a magnanimous self! #
Sherlock smiled, took out a tissue and slowly wiped the corner of his mouth: "Go read."
She would not know that she had just put Pauline into the arms of the murderer.
After all, it is not a small problem to arrange it manually in the police station.
And Connie had just created an opportunity for him.
But... who cares.
Sherlock, who wanted to punish Pauline, did not tell Connie that her choice was well intentioned, but she may be self-defeating if she meets Pauline's character.
Of course, he was still very happy to see Connie show kindness and generosity.
After all, as a young girl, it is more important to cultivate the correct three views.
Too narrow views and minds will hinder her growth.
Beyond that, enough experience—he believed in her.
God knows how sour Mycroft and Bruce will be when they know that.
I don’t have such a thing as the Three Views, let alone let others cultivate the correct! Correct! Three! Views!
#Ishesherlockorwhat?#
#However, Connie's strong character means that she is not afraid! #
Seeing that Sherlock finished his dinner, read a book quietly on the sofa, Connie didn't bother him, and turned around to make a cup of coffee and bring it in, but the original plate had already been taken away by the servants—— Another place that Connie thought was a good place.
She likes cooking, but she doesn't like clearing the dishes.
#Just rushing people have to look like a beginning and an end#
There is no need to deprive the fun of cooking or clean up the dishes here - she just wants to hug Sherlock's thigh for eternity.
But in the struggle between family affection and external temptation.
# Ben Connie will still choose Mrs. Hudson and Henry's#
#After all, I am such an empathetic Lu Zhi#
And Lestrade, who received the call, didn't even finish his dinner, so he hurriedly called his friends in the police station and asked them to deploy police forces to protect Pauline.
"what happened?"
Lestrade looked at his beautiful wife and smiled: "It's okay, it's just that Sherlock speculates that the next victim is likely to be Pauline—the person who spoke for the London Police today."
But he didn't notice the glimmer of light flashing under those seductive eyes.
"In this case, you should also be careful."
"I see." Lestrade smiled knowingly.
Although the two are one American and one British, he is still very grateful that his wife came to the UK alone for him. Although the two of them are a little less together now, this kind of happiness still makes him feel trembling.
"How's work?" He asked, taking a sip of his red wine.
"It's not bad. I found a job as an administrator. Since I'm married, I shouldn't look for a job that is too busy." She smiled, looking particularly gentle.
Lestrade kissed her on the cheek: "Thank you, dear."
She was always so gentle and considerate.Sometimes he feels that he got such a wife, is it because of a mistake in the sky that he made a wrong marriage, or is it because of his accumulation of character over the past 30 years?
After dinner, Lestrade went to the police station, because after receiving the phone call Pauline knew about it and wanted to find Sherlock.
And Lestrade knew that Pauline's personality made trouble in front of Sherlock-although Sherlock might not mind in the past, if Pauline made trouble in front of Connie now, Sherlock would not let it go so easily Yes, after all he could faintly feel the difference between Connie and Sherlock, not to mention that they were still in Holmes' main house at this time.
Say nothing else.
If it really made Sherlock unhappy, he didn't have to do anything at all, just wait quietly for the murderer to strike.
And he didn't have the confidence to save Pauline.
This is not just a woman's matter, but also a matter of the face of the entire Metropolitan Police Department.
If something happened to Pauline this time, and she was still in the police station, the prestige of Scotland Yard would directly drop to a negative number in the eyes of the public.
"Damn Pauline." With a low curse, Lestrade rushed to the police station very dissatisfied.
Finally, one night I can spend time with my wife...
After seeing Lestrade drive away, a 1.8-meter-five man appeared at the door of Lestrade's house.
"Dear Leila, long time no see." The magnetic voice sounded behind Leila's ear, she was startled, looked behind her, and after seeing that handsome face, a trace of joy and bitterness flashed across her face .
"How did you come."
The man approached, hugged her waist, and kissed her cheek.
"We haven't seen each other for a long time. Why, don't you miss me?" The warm moisture behind her ears caused a trembling.
Had Sherlock been here, he would have recognized the man.
On the day of Lestrade's wedding, the man who accompanied the woman into the auditorium—her father.
It's just that this face is completely different from the five or sixty-year-old man who looked that day, and this man only looks to be in his thirties.
And Leila is not Leila's current name.
Today, her name is "Barbie" as the American policeman and as Lestrade's wife.
Barbie Swan.