I dug out the notes and records of Sherlock Holmes' detective cases from 1882 to 1890. I just glanced at them briefly and found that among the vast amounts of materials I had accumulated, there were so many bizarre and interesting ones that I really didn't know which one to choose.

Many of these cases have already become household names through media publicity, but some cases have not fully demonstrated my friend's ability to solve crimes. In fact, what those newspapers most want to report are cases that reflect my friend's outstanding talents. There are also cases that make

He was unable to demonstrate his expertise in analysis, as in some stories, there was often no follow-up. In some cases, he only understood a certain link in it, and made assumptions about the plot out of speculation or subjective assumptions.

The analysis made is not based on the meticulous logical argument that my friend values ​​most. Among the last type of cases mentioned above, I think there is a case of five orange seeds that is worth mentioning.

Although some of the truth about this case is still unknown and may always remain a secret, the plot of this case is particularly bizarre and the ending is even more unexpected.

In 1887, we had a series of cases, both interesting and ordinary, in our hands, and I have kept the records of these cases. Throughout the year's records, the cases recorded have corresponding titles: "Pa.

"Radore Tower Case", "Professional Beggars Gang Case", this professional beggars gang owns a particularly luxurious club, which is located in the basement of a furniture store warehouse. In addition, there is also the "Crash of the American Sailing Ship 'Sophie Anderson'"

"The Case of the Truth", "The Case of Grace Peterson on the Island of Ufa", "The Camberwell Poisoning Case", etc. Remember that in the last case, when Sherlock Holmes wound up the dead man's watch

, unexpectedly found that the watch had been wound two hours ago, and then naturally confirmed the fact that the deceased had gone to bed during that time, and this reasoning was key to uncovering the mystery of the entire case.

I may give a general introduction to the above cases in the future, but the one I want to introduce most now is the case I am writing about now. This is probably the most bizarre case among all the bizarre cases I have ever come into contact with.

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It was late September, the time of the autumnal equinox. The storm was extremely violent that day. The roar of the wind could be heard outside all day long, and the large raindrops pounded on the windows violently. Even we who were hidden deep in the great city of London

, and at this time, they were no longer in the mood to work. Everyone was deeply impressed by the power of nature. It was like an untamed beast in a cage, roaring at humans inside the fence. The night gradually came, and the storm followed.

The strong wind outside the house became more fierce, sometimes roaring, sometimes whispering, making sounds like the cry of a baby coming from the fireplace chimney. At this time, Holmes was sitting in the corner of the fireplace, compiling the index of criminal records with a depressed mood.

I happened to be sitting in the other corner of the fireplace, reading a wonderful novel about the ocean written by Clark Russell. Because my wife went back to visit her parents, I was able to become a frequent visitor here and temporarily stay in my house.

My friend is here. The wind outside the window is getting more and more unbridled, and the rain has gradually turned from pouring to violently hitting the city like waves. This is very harmonious with the theme of the novel in my hand. "Hi!" I looked up at my companion.

, asked him: "The doorbell really rang. Which guest will come tonight? Could it be one of your friends?"

"Friend? Aren't you the only friend?" he replied, "I am not too enthusiastic about guests' visits."

"That should be a client, right?"

"If it was the client, it must be a very serious case, otherwise he would not have come out under such harsh conditions, but I feel that the person who came here should be the landlady's best friend."

But this time Holmes didn't guess correctly, because soon there was a sound of footsteps from the corridor, and then there was a knock on our door. He first reached out and moved the lamp next to him to where the guests would sit.

Next to the empty chair, he said: "Please come in!"

At this time, a young man about 20 years old came in from the door. Judging from his clothes, he was relatively well-dressed, neatly dressed, elegant, and very well-educated. The umbrella in his hand was dripping water, and there was still water on his body.

Wearing a shiny long raincoat, he left traces of the wind and rain on his body. After entering the house, he looked around anxiously under the lamp. Only then did I notice that his face was pale and his eyes were

It was hanging down, obviously oppressed by some trouble.

"I think I should say sorry to you first." He said as he put on a pair of gold pince-nez. "I hope I didn't disturb you! I brought the mud and water brought by the storm outside to you.

It’s all dirty in my house, which really makes me feel uneasy!”

"Give me your hat and umbrella!" said Holmes. "I will hang them on the hook and dry them quickly. I guess you come from the southwest!"

"Yes, from Horsham."

"The mixture of clay and chalk stuck to the toes of your shoes tells me where you come from."

"I am specifically asking you for advice on some issues."

"no problem."

"And I hope to get your help!"

"Then I don't know if I can help."

"Mr. Holmes, I have long admired your name! Major Prendergast once told me about your rescue of him from the Tankerville Club scandal."

"Oh! Yes. Someone framed him for using fake cards to defraud."

"He told me that there is no problem that can defeat you."

"He's been rewarded."

"He also said you were invincible."

"No, I have also failed 4 times - 3 times at the hands of several men and once at the hands of a woman."

"However, this is nothing compared to the many victories you have achieved!"

"Yes, in the usual sense, I am quite successful."

"Then, I believe you can successfully help me solve this case."

"Please move your chair closer to this side and introduce some of the circumstances of your case first!"

"This case is absolutely extraordinary."

"Any case that comes to me should be extraordinary. My place has become the Supreme Court of Appeal."

"However, sir, I would like to ask, among the cases you have experienced, have you ever heard of anything more mysterious and incredible than the series of stories that happened in my family?"

"Hearing what you said has aroused my interest in this case." Holmes said, "Please introduce some key plots to us first, and then I will ask what I think are the more critical details.

Come out and ask you."

The young man moved the chair under him forward and moved his wet feet closer to the fire.

He introduced: My name is John Openshaw. According to my opinion, this terrible case belongs to the legacy of the previous generation, and I myself have nothing to do with it. In order to let you better understand this incident,

It is necessary for me to tell the story of this case from the beginning. You must know that my grandfather had two sons, one was my uncle Elias, and the other was my father Joseph. My father himself was in Conventry.

He opened a small factory. Due to the invention and appearance of bicycles, he expanded the business scope of the factory during that period and obtained the patent for Openshaw's puncture-proof tires, so the business was so good that he later sold the factory.

, I can still live a prosperous old age with this large amount of money.

Let’s talk about my uncle Elias. He immigrated to the United States when he was young and became a plantation owner in Florida. I heard that he was very good at business. During the American Civil War, he first fought with Jackson and later joined Hood.

flag and was promoted to colonel. After the defeat of the Southern rebel commander Robert E. Lee, he returned to his plantation and lived there for another three or four years. Around 1869 or 1870, he returned to Europe

, and purchased a small piece of property near Horsham, Sussex. While in the United States, he made a lot of money, but he hated black people and opposed the Republican Party's policy of giving black people the right to vote.

, so he left the United States and returned to the United Kingdom. He was a withdrawn person with a weird temper. He was prone to anger and liked to use foul language. During the long time he lived in Horsham, he was rarely seen.

He rarely goes out and even goes to town. His home has a garden and two or three fields around his house where he can exercise, but he is often not seen out of the house for weeks. He doesn't like it.

He doesn't have any friends, not even his own brothers. He likes to drink brandy at home and often gets himself drunk. He also likes to smoke, and smokes very hard.

Although he liked me more, he didn't care much about me. The first time he saw me was in 1878, when I was only about 10 years old. And he had been back to China for eight or nine years. After his repeated visits,

Upon request, my father let me live with my uncle, and he loved me in his own way. When he was not drunk, he would play Dou Shuanglu (also known as the Shiwuzi game) with me.

It is a game in which each side has fifteen chess pieces and rolls dice to determine the number of chess blocks), chess and other games; he also entrusted me with managing the servants and some business matters, so when I grew up

When I was 16 years old, I had become a little housekeeper without realizing it. All the keys in the house were under my control. As long as I wanted to go, there was no place I couldn't go, and I could do anything I wanted to do, as long as I didn't

Disturbing my uncle's peaceful life. But there is one exception. Among the many rooms in the attic, there is a room where debris is stored. The door is always locked. Even I can't go in, let alone anyone else. Out of

Driven by curiosity, I once lay outside the door and peeked into the house through the keyhole. But in my eyes, what I saw was just a lot of old boxes and large and small luggage that are usually found in some places.

Other than that, no abnormalities were found at all.

One day in March 1883, there was a letter from abroad placed in front of the colonel's dinner plate, but this letter was extraordinary for him. You must know that he did not have a single friend, and he usually had no friends.

It was paid in cash. 'It's from India!' he said in surprise as he picked up the letter, 'Pondicherry postmark! What's going on?' He hurriedly opened the envelope, and suddenly there were five

The shriveled orange core fell out of it and landed on the plate. I just wanted to laugh, but as soon as I raised my eyes, I was frightened by his expression, and the smile was immediately wiped from my mouth.

.I saw his eyes wide open, his mouth wide open, his whole face seemed to be covered with a layer of deathly ashes, staring intently at the envelope in his hand, his hands trembling. 'K.K.K!' he screamed.

, and then shouted: 'Oh, God, my God, there is no escape from sin!'

I shouted: 'Uncle, what happened?'

'Death is coming!' he said as he stood up from the table and returned to his room in a panic, leaving only me there who was terrified. I picked up the envelope and found that there was something wrong with it.

On the inner layer of the lid that covers the envelope, that is, at the top of the part where the glue is applied, there are three letters K scrawled in red ink. In addition to these are the five shriveled orange cores. Why did he do that?

Are you so scared? I left the dining table and was about to go upstairs when I found him walking downstairs with a rusty key in one hand - obviously it should be reserved for the room upstairs, and the other

In his only hand was a small brass box that looked like a money box.

'They can do whatever they like, but I'm going to win over them,' he said angrily. 'Tell Mary to light a fire in the fireplace in my room today, and have someone bring in the Ford of Horsham.

Invite lawyer Mu!”

I did everything, and when the lawyer came, he called me into his room. There was a bright fire in the room, and in the grate of the fireplace there was a pile of ashes of black fluffy paper that had just been burned.

The lid of the brass box was open and put aside. There was nothing inside. But when I took a look at the box, I couldn't help but be shocked, because right on the lid of the box, I saw what I had written on the envelope that morning.

The same 3 K letters I saw.

'John, I wish you...' said my uncle, 'to be my witness, and I will leave my estate, with all that is in it, good and bad, to my brother -

That is your father. There is no doubt that you will inherit these things from your father in the future, and it would be best if you can enjoy them safely. However, if you find it difficult to do this, then

Okay, child, just listen to my advice and leave it to your enemies! I'm sorry for leaving such a good and bad thing to you! But who can tell what will happen in the future?

Just follow Attorney Fordham's instructions and sign your name on the will!'

Following the lawyer's instructions, I signed the will, and then the lawyer took the will away. As you can imagine, this strange thing left a deep impression on my heart. I thought about it over and over again, and always came to the conclusion that

I couldn't unravel the mystery. But I couldn't get rid of the vague fear that this incident left me. Although nothing happened in our lives later, as the days passed, my uneasiness
To be continued...