After a busy morning, my body couldn't bear it, so I felt extremely tired in the afternoon. After my partner went out to attend a concert, I lay on the sofa and tried my best to sleep for two hours, but I couldn't sleep no matter what.

No. Because everything that happened made me extremely emotional, and my mind was filled with countless weird thoughts or speculations. As soon as I closed my eyes, the monkey-like face of the victim appeared in front of my eyes. Give me the dead body.

The impression is ugly. For the murderer who removed such a person from the world, I am so grateful to him that I have no other feelings. If appearance can really prove a person's sin, it must be like this Cleveland

The face of Enoch J. Drebber of the city changed. Despite this, I think the case should be handled fairly. Legally, the guilt of the victim cannot offset the guilt of the murderer.

Holmes speculated that the victim was poisoned to death. The more I thought about it, the more unusual this speculation became. I remember that Holmes sniffed the lips of the deceased. I was convinced that he must have detected something that made him have such an idea.

.What’s more, there are no obvious injuries on the dead body, and there are no signs of strangulation. If the victim did not die of poisoning, what was the cause of death? However, from another perspective, whose blood stains are spread on the floor belong to whose

What? No traces of a struggle between the deceased and the murderer were found in the house, nor were the objects used by the deceased to injure each other. As long as we don't get accurate answers to questions like this, neither Holmes nor I will be able to sleep peacefully.

It was very difficult. My partner's calm and confident demeanor convinced me that he knew the entire plot. But what he knew, I couldn't guess at the moment.

Holmes came back very late. I believe he would never have been so late for the concert. When he came back, dinner had already been placed on the table.

"Today's music is really great!" My partner said as he sat down and said, "Do you remember Darwin's views on music? His view was that long before humans had the ability to speak,

Human beings have the extraordinary ability to create music and appreciate music. Perhaps this is the reason why we are incredibly easy to be moved by music. In our hearts and souls, there are still vague memories of that hazy period in the early days of the chaos of the human world.

memory."

I said: "This view seems to be a generalization."

Holmes said: "If a man wants to explain nature, his field of association must be as broad and vast as nature. Hello! What's the matter with you? Today is not the same as usual. You are Brixton

Are you still reeling from Lu’s crime case?”

I admitted with a smile: "To be honest, this case did make me a little confused and confused. After the hard experience in Afghanistan, I should have been trained to be stronger. Especially during the Battle of Maiwand, I had witnessed

I witnessed the bloodshed and sacrifice of my comrades, but I didn’t feel scared at the time.”

My partner said: "I can understand you on this point. This case has some mysterious and vague aspects, so it can arouse rich associations. If there is a lack of association, the fear will disappear. Have you read the evening news?"

"No."

"This case was described in detail by the Evening News. However, the article did not mention that a married woman's gold ring fell on the floor when the body was carried away. I think it is better not to mention it," Holmes analyzed.

"Why?"

"Look at this ad," said my partner. "Just this morning, as soon as I learned about this case, I placed an ad in various newspapers." He handed the newspaper to me, and I took it.

The newspaper took a look at the page he was referring to. This was the first advertisement for the "Lost and Found Column". The content was as follows:

"In the early hours of this morning, a female gold wedding ring was found on Brixton Road, between the White Hart Tavern and the Dutch Woods. Anyone who has lost it please come to Dr. B Watson, 221 Baker Street, from 8 to 9 tonight.

"Please don't blame me!" my partner explained: "The advertisement is in your name. If it was my name, Sherlock Holmes, some of these stupid detectives might know it.

They are about to intervene."

"It doesn't matter." I said, "But once someone comes to collect it, I don't have a gold ring!"

"Ah, here it is." He handed me a gold ring and said, "This one should be able to handle it. Look, it's almost exactly the same as the original one."

"So, who do you think will come to collect the lost property?"

"Well, it's the middle-aged man in the brown coat, the red-faced friend in the square-toed boots. Even if he doesn't come himself, his accomplices will come," Holmes said confidently.

"Doesn't he think there's a risk of getting caught by coming here?"

"Not at all. If I'm absolutely right about this crime - and I have all the reasons why I'm right. This guy would rather risk getting caught than lose this gold ring. I surmise,

The gold ring fell off when he was leaning over to look at the victim's body, but he didn't notice it at the time. After leaving the empty house, he realized that he had lost the gold ring, so he hurried back to look for it. However, at this time,

Only then did he realize that because of his careless actions and the candles were not put out, the police had already arrived at the house. At that time, if he had appeared normally at the door of the house, he would probably have been regarded as a suspect, so he appeared pretending to be a drunkard. You might as well change

Think about it: As long as he thinks carefully, he will definitely think that he probably dropped the gold ring on the road after leaving the empty house. Then, he will naturally look for it in the evening newspaper.

Hope to find something in the 'Lost and Found'. After he sees this advertisement, he will definitely be extremely happy and overjoyed. How can he be afraid that this is a trap? He thinks that looking for a gold ring may not be the same as murder.

The case is relevant, so it doesn't make sense. He will come, he will come! You can see him within an hour."

"What should we do if he comes?" I asked.

"Oh, let me deal with him when the time comes! Do you have any weapons or anything?"

"There's an old army revolver and some bullets."

"You'd better clean your gun and load it with bullets. This guy is a desperado! Although I can catch him unexpectedly, we still have to be prepared, just in case." Holmes reminded.

I went into my bedroom and got ready according to his reminder. When I came out with the gun, the dining table had been cleared. My partner was playing with his favorite thing - playing his violin.

.

He said: "The facts of the case are getting clearer and clearer. I just received a reply to the telegram I sent to the United States, which proves that my view on this crime is correct."

"Is it true?" I asked urgently.

"It would be better if I put new strings on my violin." My partner said, "Put the pistol in your pocket. When he comes in, try to talk to him in a normal tone.

I'll take care of it. Don't make a fuss, lest he discovers the danger."

I looked at my watch and said, "It's already eight o'clock."

"Yes, he may be here within a few minutes. Just open the door a little and put the key in the door. I want to thank you! Yesterday, I accidentally bought a rare book at the bookstall.

The ancient book, titled "On the Laws of Peoples," was written in Latin and published in Liege, Belgium, in 1642. When this little book with a brown cover was published, Charles' head was still around his neck!"

My partner changed the subject.

"Who is the printer?" I asked.

"Felicie de Croy, I don't know who he is. The title page of the book says 'William White Collection', and the ink has faded. It's also unclear who William White is. He may be a 17th-century positivist."

A legal expert, even his calligraphy has the style of a legal expert. I feel that that person is here."

While Holmes was speaking, the door-bell rang suddenly. My companion rose softly, and moved his chair a little toward the door. The maid came across the porch, and we heard her draw the latch of the door.

"Does Dr. Watson live here?" asked a man with a gruff but clear voice. We did not hear the maid's answer, only the sound of the door closing, and then someone came up the stairs. The footsteps were slow, like dragging

He was walking at a slow pace. Holmes listened carefully, with a look of surprise on his face. The footsteps gradually came along the corridor, and then he heard a gentle knock on the door.

I said loudly: "Please come in!"

The person who answered the door was not the murderer we expected, but an old woman with wrinkles on her face. She staggered into the house. As soon as she entered, she was suddenly hit by a light and seemed to be dazzled. She bowed

After bowing, she stood looking at us with dim eyes. She groped in her pockets with trembling fingers. I glanced at Holmes and found that he was not very happy, so I pretended to be calm.

The old woman took out an evening newspaper, pointed to the advertisement we had placed, and said, "That's why I'm here, gentlemen!" As she spoke, she bowed deeply and said: "The advertisement said

, you picked up a female gold wedding ring on Brixton Road. This belongs to my daughter Celie. She got married about this time last year, and her husband worked as an accountant on a British ship. If my son-in-law comes back

God knows what will happen to him when he discovers that Celie's gold ring is gone. I can't imagine it. He is usually very irritable, and he becomes even more irritable after drinking. I'm sorry! That's what happened. Celie went there last night

Watching a circus show is like..."

I took out the gold ring and asked, "Is this hers?"

The old woman shouted: "Thank God! Celie must be very happy tonight, this is the gold ring she lost!"

I held a pencil and asked, "Excuse me, where do you live?"

“No. 13 Duncan Street, Hongzidichi District, it’s far away from here!”

Sherlock Holmes suddenly interjected: "Brixton Road is not between the Reddish Pools or any of the circuses!"

The old woman turned her head, stared at my partner sharply with a pair of small red eyes, and said: "The gentleman just asked for my address. Celie lives at No. 3 Mayfield Apartments, Perghan District.

"

"What's your last name?" I asked.

"My surname is Shuttle, my daughter's surname is Dennis, and my son-in-law's name is Tom Dennis. On the ship, he was really a handsome and upright young man, and he was the best accountant in the company. But once he got to the shore, he visited prostitutes again, and

alcoholism……"

"This is your ring, Mrs. Shuttlefield!" Following Holmes' suggestion, I interrupted her and said, "It is obvious that this gold ring does belong to your daughter. Now that it has been returned to its original owner, I am so happy!"

After the old woman said many words of great gratitude, she wrapped the gold ring and put it in her pocket, then staggered slowly downstairs. As soon as she left the room, my partner immediately got up and ran into his bedroom. After a few seconds,

After a few minutes, he walked out and had already put on his coat and scarf. He said in a hurry: "I want to follow her. She must be an accomplice. She will take me to the murderer. Don't sleep."

, wait until I come back." When the old woman went out, the door closed with a bang, and my partner went downstairs. I looked out the window and saw the old woman walking weakly on the other side of the road.

, my partner followed her not far behind. At this time, I thought to myself: If all my partner's ideas are correct, he would have gone straight to the den of thieves now. In fact, he doesn't need to specifically tell me to wait for him to come back.

Because before I knew the outcome of his adventure, it was absolutely impossible for me to sleep.

It was nearly nine o'clock in the evening when my companion went out. I had no idea how long he would be leaving, so I had to stay in the room, smoke, and read a copy of Henry Merger's "The Life of Boheme." A little after ten o'clock

, I heard the footsteps of the maid returning to her room to sleep. Around 11 o'clock, the footsteps of the landlady also passed by the door of my room, and she also went back to her room to sleep.

It was nearly twelve o'clock when I heard the sound of Holmes opening the latch with his key. As soon as my companion entered the room, I could see from his face that he had not succeeded.

Whether he was happy or depressed seemed to be fighting fiercely in his heart. In an instant, happiness defeated the depression, and my partner suddenly laughed "haha".

"I won't let the people of Scotland Yard know anything about this," he said loudly, sitting down on a chair. "They have been ridiculed by me many times, and this time they will never turn a blind eye.

But even if they find out and ridicule me, I won’t care. Sooner or later I will get my face back.”

I asked: "What happened?"

"Oh, I'll talk to you about my failed tracking. It's not a big deal. She didn't go very far when she limped and showed pain in her feet. Then she stopped and stopped a passing car.
To be continued...