【British and American】My miserable life studying abroad

Chapter 127 Flower Serial Murder Case (3)

After putting on their equipment, the three of them entered the crime scene. The body was lying quietly on the ground, the flowers next to it were so gorgeous, and the deceased had a peaceful expression, not like he was dead, but rather sleeping.

Wei Shengling stood next to the corpse and just looked at it curiously. Of course, she was not a professional and could not see anything.

Sherlock's movements and posture were very professional, which she guessed had something to do with his practice at Barts Hospital, and also the broken limbs that Sherlock kept in the freezer.

"The corpse has reached its hardest state after death, proving that she died between twelve and sixteen hours ago, which means between eleven o'clock last night and three in the morning." Sherlock roughly felt the stiffness of the corpse's muscles, looked at the corpse spots on her body, and muttered to himself.

"The diffusion fixed period...so the time of death was around 3 a.m."

I don't understand a bit, so how did you make that judgment?

Wei Sheng Ling looked at Watson in confusion, and the other shook his head to indicate, "Don't look at me, I don't know either."

Sherlock then lifted the dead man's eyelids to observe the opacity of the lens, verifying the accuracy of the time of death from several aspects.

"He wouldn't explain while he was investigating a case before," Watson crouched down to help Sherlock examine the body better, "obviously he did it for you."

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"Sherlock usually only tells you the conclusion, but not how he made the judgment or how he testified. It seems that he really wants you to be interested in the case and stay in London."

Although, even if he explained the process, I still wouldn't understand it at all, it's cross-disciplinary!

Wei Shengling blinked, speechless yet somewhat touched. She asked herself, did she have to stay in New York?

You have to wait.

He hasn't even finished college yet, and he's still a member of the Avengers, so there's a major crisis that needs to be resolved.

Did she want to stay in New York?

Isn't that caused by various reasons?

While thinking, Sherlock stood up and looked around for other places here. Lestrade arrived at the crime scene and received a DNA test report from forensic doctor Anderson, and found the identity of the deceased.

"Emily Coron, 29 years old, female, bank employee, disappeared four days ago. She has no relatives, few friends, and a bad relationship with her neighbors, so no one noticed her disappearance until a friend of hers reported it to the police, saying that Coron hadn't looked for her for four days. This was simply impossible. Coron would look for her at least three times a day, but there was no movement this time, and no one was at her residence, so she was finally determined to be missing."

Lestrade was reading the information while Sherlock was doing two things at once. "That person said that Coron came to see her at least three times a day. If that's the case, then why did she report it on the fourth day? What was she doing in the first three days? What were her and Coron's recent movements? What did they do?"

"Police officers have already gone to investigate, Sherlock, have you found anything?" Lestrade asked.

"The time of death was 3 a.m. today, and the death was still caused by lethal injection. The makeup was exquisite, the clothes were neat, and even the nails were carefully cleaned... It was obvious that the murderer was deliberately removing clues."

Sherlock seemed to have discovered something. He squatted down and carefully examined the marks on the table. "Fighting, struggling... the deceased had resisted." He reached out his hand and gently touched the marks with his gloved hand. "The marks are very fresh."

"But there is no sign of struggle on the deceased's body..."

"Go get another test, Greg," he said without turning his head. "This deceased is different. There must be other drugs left in her body."

"Okay." Lestrade ordered. "Anything else?"

"The murderer's traces were cleaned up very well. He is a difficult person with rich experience in counter-detection." Sherlock stood up. "178cm, 165 pounds, a little lame in his right foot, left-handed, and has received military training."

Lestrade: ...

"Isn't he a tough guy with extensive experience in counter-detection?"

Could it be that he was late? During this time, he missed eighty episodes?

How come he found so many clues in such a short time? Doesn't this make Scotland Yard look like a waste?

"I didn't say that what I said refers to the murderer. I'm talking about the people who have entered this room." Sherlock rolled his eyes. "During the time I was away, your IQ has deteriorated again. It seems that you have been living a comfortable life recently. The clothing matching is not your usual taste. Your new girlfriend has good taste in clothes, Grace."

Lestrade: ...

If you keep going on like this, I'm really going to forget what my name is.

Wei Shengling was not in the right state of mind the whole time. She felt dizzy. They clearly arrived at the scene at the same time and she watched the whole process, so how come she didn't notice these things?

Are there really such big differences between people?

"Also, the flowers surrounding the deceased are forsythias. Remember to help me find out what information these flowers correspond to. Use your brains."

Sherlock walked out of the scene, took off his equipment, and the three of them went to the street to wait for a taxi.

"Sherlock, how did you get that information just now?"

Even Watson, who has been a partner with Sherlock for many years, is curious about Sherlock's reasoning process every time.

"Keep an eye out," Sherlock put one hand in his pocket and waved at the taxi, "You, yes, it's you, an agent under Mycroft. No need to deny it, I know everything. You also drive a taxi. Give us a ride."

He was in a relaxed posture, as if nothing in the world was a secret to him.

Sitting in the car, Sherlock began to explain his previous reasoning: "Most of the truth in this world can be obtained through observation. I have published many papers, one of which is "Footprint Exploration"

I understand, but it’s something I can’t understand.

Sherlock knew what the two men were thinking without any reasoning. "Shake the water out of your heads. The size of the steps, the weight of the footprints, the walking posture, the way the feet landed, all of these are enough to explain the height, weight, body shape and personal habits of the owner of the footprints."

The more I listen, the more confused I become.

Wei Shengling is really not good at this aspect, such as learning, memory, comprehension, and communicating with others through their emotions, which she is relatively good at.

Sherlock, these...

"Sherlock," she said seriously, "Can I give up treatment?"

Sherlock looked over. "If you were to come and live in London, you'd need these."

Before I even think about it, you have already thought about what I should do and study in London?