Boyfriend Development Program

Chapter 52 Distorted Time

willgraham was arrested for murder.

Cassieboyle, marissaschuur, geiamad and donaldsutcliffe, note 1, Scotland Yard accused him of murdering these four people - all victims of the "copycat case", that is to say, willgraham manipulated the "copycat case".

As for the evidence, apart from the geiamad's skin tissue remaining on the scratch marks on the body, the fishing bait left on the table next to Will's house - the police wishfully believed that the arrest was too sudden, which led to the destruction of the evidence Inadequate—it also became the most favorable evidence, and all the human tissues of the victims were detected in it.The ironclad evidence is like a mountain, even if he has a glib tongue, even if he jumps into the Yellow River, he will not be able to wash it away. Willgraham's feeble self-defense is naturally classified as "the last struggle".

Everyone believes that Will is the murderer, and Scotland Yard is even preparing to escort Will to a designated prison to serve his sentence.

Yes, everyone, except Sherlock—oh, of course, and Jack who came to consult the detective, if Jack also falls under the category of "person".

"Sherlock?" John looked at Sherlock, who was clasped with his hands under his chin, obviously immersed in his own thoughts, his lips squirmed for a long time, hesitated for a long time, and finally interrupted his good roommate's thinking, ——Jesus, It's been like this since Sherlock came back from visiting the prison!Who knows how long he will keep it up!

Sherlock condescended to look up at John, his eyes were as calm as water, and his high cheekbones were even a little bit excited because of thinking (John once again deeply realized the point of "contemplation=drugs" in consulting detectives), how could he Half of the look of hard thinking!

——well, it means it's not a problem, it should be considered... um, a good sign?

"Is Will a serial killer?" John asked suspiciously.

Sherlock didn't even bother to change his hand gestures, and muttered: "Tell me what you think."——John extremely doubted whether this sentence was also slipped by his good roommate.After a pause, the little man sorted it out, and then hesitantly expressed his inference: "If willgraham is the murderer, then... the first imitator? Well, it is very likely. Whether it is the first time The scene in the hospital, or the send-off when abigailhobbs was arrested, I always felt that the two of them were very close... Now that I think about it, uh, maybe it's because they are similar? I remember last time you said, the first and second imitations The relationship between the murderer is obviously a master-student relationship. If he is the murderer, everything seems to be explained satisfactorily. It's just..."

"Just?" The curly-haired man looked up at John.

"It's just that since you can successfully kill so many people, why do you still make such an obvious mistake as bait?" John's face became more suspicious, and pointedly pointed out the loopholes covered by the obvious evidence, "And no more, no less, Are the human tissues of all the victims included? What’s more, they were also found by the police, making them the most favorable evidence for conviction?”

"Perfect!" Sherlock quickly changed from lying down to sitting down, his gray-green eyes fell directly on the face of the little man.He made no secret of his praise for John, "very good insight, keen sense of touch, except that it is basically equivalent to saying nothing."

John: "..."—Damn it, I knew that damned Sherlock would be so sarcastic about him!I haven't changed my style for so many years!

After a while, the little man shrugged helplessly, accepting his good roommate's flattery and derogation: "So, what do you think about Will?"

Sherlock replied casually: "Not the murderer. There is no doubt about it."

"Undoubtedly?" His good roommate had already set up the plot for him, and John could only resign himself to his fate and follow the other party's wishes.If not as expected, the curly-haired man would laugh at his IQ next, and sure enough——

"Oh my poor John, I'm shocked that you haven't topped up your IQ once in more than half a year!"

Sherlock tugged at the short lock of hair on his forehead, trying to smooth it out.Soon, he gave up this unwise behavior, and continued to talk about his interpretation with a deadpan, "First, the bait. As you mentioned, the human tissues of four people, one with a high IQ An anti-social imitator would never do this kind of 'lifting a rock and shooting himself in the foot'...Of course, it is not ruled out that he will use ordinary people's 'reverse thinking', so this rebuttal argument is reserved. But John, I I have to remind you to look at the frequency of bait changes and the time left by fingerprints. The latter obviously does not match the former. Conclusion: Someone often helps him change bait. No one wants to give his precious things to strangers Fiddling, will not often be handed over to different people, so friends, lovers, or other close people. There are no relevant fingerprints, deliberately not left or erased. The reason? It is convenient to blame. ——The murderer is someone close to Will. "

"This is really... amazing!" John listened fascinatedly to Sherlock's overwhelming argument from a bait, applauding the man's talent again.

Sherlock pursed his lips, his gray-green eyes were shining brightly, just like every time he was praised.

The same dialogue mode as before, the same praise and reaction as before, John even felt a sense of confusion in time and space flashback.

A huge trance came suddenly.

And when the little man's dazed sight came into contact with those eyes that were darkened by the light, those blurred feelings instantly faded like midnight tides. ——In his eyes, there was no Sherlock-style pride he was familiar with at all!

"Moreover, the bait is made skillfully... no, 'professional'. In addition to the wound on Will's body, the scratch marks are obviously from the bottom to the top, and the victim's counterattack under the struggle? Hey! We can Dear Scotland Yard..." Sherlock's interpretation continued.Just talking, the curly-haired man casually looked sideways, his eyes reflected the uncontrollable slightly trembling and stiff body of the little man, and his dancing and dancing movements stopped suddenly.The consulting detective calmly refrained from all actions, and at the same time looked at John with some puzzlement, "What's wrong?"

John's heart trembled, and a brief smile reflexively appeared on his face: "No, um, it's nothing." As if trying to get rid of this embarrassing situation, he quickly brought up another topic, "So Sherlock, do you already know who the murderer is? For God's sake, Anderson will blow his beard and yell 'that's impossible'!"

"Anderson?" Sherlock's eyes were still fixed on John's face, and he moved a little when he heard the name, "Except for that poor persistence, never have any hope for him in other aspects , especially IQ."

--praise?Jesus, he heard praise from Sherlock?Or to that "your face gets in the way of my thinking" Anderson?

John's brows furrowed impatiently, and the feeling of something wrong in his heart surged up again.

"As for the murderer..." Sherlock's thoughts returned to the case, "John, in fact, Will has already told us."

John paused, and his attention was attracted by this sentence: "Have you told us?"

"Think about what he told us."

Sherlock's words seemed to open the door to memories, and an image suddenly popped up in John's mind, and it became more and more vivid: Will, who was wearing an orange prison uniform, listened to Sherlock's narration—the evidence, in an almost calm way—was mixed with In the dark and boundless despair - muttering to himself in a low tone, the voice is very low and light, like the ravings between lovers.He said he was not yet sick when Cassieboyle, Marissaschuur was killed.

John's lips trembled: "No one believes what he said."

"Exactly (totally correct)!" Sherlock's pale face even flushed with excitement, and those flushes made his eyes even more dazzling.As if thinking of something, the blush on his face quickly faded, the curly-haired man hesitated for a moment, took a pen and paper from the side and handed it to John, "Draw a clock, John. The current time."

"Wha... clock?!" John took the pen and paper, a flash of anger slid across his face, "Sherlock, what the hell are you doing!"

The curly-haired man just raised his chin without saying a word, but the luster in his eyes showed that there was no doubt about it.

John tilted his head and looked at Sherlock for a while, finally grabbed the pen and paper, and drew a complete clock: "Well, a clock! Satisfied!"

The sharp light refracted from the gray-green eyes, instantly condensed on the paper.

Sherlock stared fixedly at the paper.Without blinking.Just silence.

A sudden text message rang. —from John's cell phone.

As if feeling something, the detective's gaze shifted from the paper to the little man.

"It's Hannibal." John's expression was very strange, "He invited us to dinner."

The light in his eyes disappeared instantly, and Sherlock's expression was extremely calm: "Us? Me and you?"

"Yes." John reconfirmed the content of the text message, looking at his good roommate with a strange expression, "Sherlock, you and Hannibal also know each other?"

On the face of the consulting detective, there was only an inscrutable smile.

"Let's go. No matter how late you are, you won't be able to catch up with the meal." After straightening his clothes, he walked towards the door of the living room first.

Even if he was confused, John quickly followed his pace.

on the coffee table.

On the clock drawn by John on the white paper, 12 numbers squeezed out of the clock edge in a honeycomb, almost in a vertical column.

——The blank circle looks like an ugly big mouth, making a ferocious sneer of "hohohoho".

The author has something to say: Note 1 (the relationship between the characters in "Hannibal"): Cassieboyle, his sister was killed by Garrett Jacobhobbs, and then he was killed by Abigail during questioning. marissaschuur, a friend of abigail, was killed by hannibal hanging upside down on a deer bone; donaldsutcliffe, a psychiatrist, was killed by hannibal with scissors, deliberately arranged the murder scene, and blamed it on geiamad; geiamad, suffering from prosopagnosia, could not distinguish and killed donaldsutcliffe The murderer's face, finally known to be Hannibal, was burned by the latter using a comb to generate static electricity to connect the entire circuit.

It's stuck... I'm so tired... Please heal...

Going to work to write press releases during the day, and typing at night when I go home, how much do labor and management love words quq