48 Hours a Day

The next morning, Zhang Heng got up and grabbed a record - the case of Crippled Ricott and his damned wife. If Zhang Heng remembers correctly, this was Holmes' first case solved as a detective, which was mentioned in the original book, but has no details.

Zhang Heng came to the restaurant, Holmes had already sat there early, started enjoying his toast and coffee, the two said hello, and then Zhang Heng sat across the street.

Holmes swept through what was on Zhang Heng's hands, "Oh, this case is interesting, although it's not difficult, because I was just a detective at the time, and it took me three days to complete the investigation, and now, it only takes one morning. ”

Zhang Heng smiled, he didn't hate Holmes' self-confidence, or it was that self-confidence that made Holmes a character image, admired and loved by thousands of readers, and in fact, Holmes was a very modest person in everyday life, but once his field of expertise was involved, he would patrol his territory like a lion.

After drinking the milk, Zhang Heng suddenly knocked downstairs.

Mrs. Hudson opened the door and saw Gregson standing outside, who swept away the anxiety before, and the whole person seemed proud of the spring breeze, drifting in like a smoke, pulling his voice, “Have you seen the morning paper? ”

“It's not too late.” Holmes looked at him with interest.

Gregson passed the echo in his hand, "Take a look, it's fresh. ”

Zhang Hengyuan took the newspaper and turned to the front page of a story, reading it word for word.

The reporter first introduced the unidentified female body found on the Thames River yesterday, then talked about how Sheriff Gregson had cleverly located the factory where the female body was located, and then identified the female body. Instead, he mentioned a police cloud assisted by Mr. Holmes, but that was the only sentence in its entirety. Instead, Sheriff Gregson had several words to brag about.

Gregson was also a little blushed when he heard about it, arguing, "You've helped me a lot, especially with the John Textile Factory clue, but you're not quite right, and up front, that's not the point… keep reading. ”

Holmes laughed and was not angry. He seemed to be used to it. In fact, that's why the Scotland Yard cops liked coming to him so much. He didn't care much about fame, nor was he angry because the cops took it away from him at the end of the day. Instead, he was more interested in the strange cases themselves than anything else.

Zhang Heng went on to read it. It said that as soon as Gregson got the clue, he took her to the textile factory and quickly confirmed the identity of the anonymous female corpse. Her name was Molly, and she came down from the village to London a year ago to visit one of her aunts, and her aunt helped her find the job at the textile factory.

Because she is not a skilled worker, Molly's wages are poor, but her daily workload is not small. Her hard work and the money she earns is just bare enough. Because her aunt has four children at home to support, and her help is limited. Molly can only rely on herself in this city.

Until she met Paul, who was a year older than her, but three years earlier than her, she came to London to work in the chemical factory next door, and she was not old enough to be in the chemical factory, but she was already a greasy, often raunchy, journalist portrayed Paul as a fraudulent, cunning, lazy villain, and fooled Molly, who had not been deep enough to finally show her fox tail the night before, with sweet words.

Gregson's investigation revealed that Molly had gone to see Paul after work that night, and then he led a raid on Paul's residence, where he found Molly's clothes, which were identified by witnesses as being what Molly was wearing that night, and the evidence was corroborated so that Paul could no longer deny it.

In the following passage, journalists wrote passionately that it was indeed a privilege for the people of London to have such a brilliant sheriff, who took only half a day for Officer Gregson to solve such a strange case, and called on citizens to cooperate with the police investigation in the future and to actively provide relevant clues and work together to maintain urban security.

Gregson's face was excited at the time, and to Holmes, "I don't mean to disrespect you, but with all due respect, when someone smarter made a mistake, you were already amazing, and you could tell from the corpse alone that she worked at John's textile factory, and then it was normal for the killer to make a little mistake, but in the end, it was up to us. ”

Holmes couldn't help but say, "That boy Paul wasn't what I said? ”

“There are some gaps," Gregson laughed. "There's nothing wrong with acquaintances. There's nothing wrong with that. It's also certain. We went to his place and not only found the clothes under the bed, but that little bastard had been thinking about it for a long time, but it's not surprising. There are a lot of cases I've worked on because men can't control their lower body. It's just a pity that Molly's a little boy...”

Holmes interrupted the sheriff's emotions, "What about the rest? ”

“The little bastard is not six feet tall, at most five feet five, people are quite wild, the two of us hold him down, he is still struggling with his life, and he still wants to bite one of our police officers' ears, there is no way, I can only give him a hard time to honestly come down, but the power, just to say, is normal, stronger than Molly is sure, but he is no better than the average person to go anywhere, besides, he has a lot of wounds on his body, it was left over from the fight before, but there are no scratches on his arm. ”

“You got the wrong guy.” Holmes said after listening.

Gregson chuckled and said, “Look at what you said, I know your previous reasoning is a bit problematic and may not hang up on you, but if anyone in our line of work has not made a mistake, there will also be horse loss in the front hoof... so we often say that the most important thing to deal with is to talk about evidence. ”

“You're right about the evidence, but you got the wrong guy.” Holmes shook his head, “the boy Paul wasn't the killer. ”

“How is that possible? Are you treating me like a freshman into the police station," Gregson didn't think so, "I've been a cop for so many years, there's no way there's anything wrong with a case as conclusive as evidence, and that little bastard couldn't stand to admit that he did have an idea about Molly this morning. ”

“Thoughts don't break the law," Holmes said, “not to mention they're all at this age, and it's precisely when they're curious about the opposite sex's body that they can't assume he's the killer. ”

“What about the clothes? What about the clothes? There's blood on them.” Sheriff's stall.

This time Holmes was not in a hurry to answer, but looked to Zhang Heng beside him, “Are you free this morning, in order not to let innocent souls struggle in jail, not to let the real villains go unpunished, it seems we are going to run again. ”