48 Hours a Day

Holmes called a four-wheeled carriage, and the three of them sat up and rushed to the chemical factory.

“Conspiracy?” Gregson was surprised, "didn't you say it was a crime of passion, the culprit obviously had no prior plans, because Molly resisted violently, which killed him by mistake in anger, and you said it yourself that there were only two people left in the textile factory at the time. ”

“This was the last and most important ring to complement my reasoning, and I later found the answer in the chemical factory next door. Paul was a rented house with people, and his roommate worked in the chemical factory, just like him. They left work half an hour later than the textile factory, and Paul left the chemical factory first to find Molly, as usual, but he didn't wait for Molly at the place where they often met. Paul was also a little nervous at the time, and he turned two laps outside the door of the textile factory to see that it was closed, so he went back to the chemical factory. ”

“Hmm?”

“While his roommate Pearson was still here, he called Pearson to go with him to find Molly.” Holmes Road, "then the interesting thing came, Paul and Pearson split up to search for Molly's whereabouts, and Paul found nothing, but his roommate Pearson accidentally hit John, who was dragging Molly's body to the river to dispose of it. Usually, people would choose to call the police when faced with the situation and try to catch John first, but our Mr. Pearson chose a different path. ”

“What road?” Gregson couldn't help but ask.

“Pearson came to London when he was as young as Paul, and this was the fourth job he had ever done. He had previously wiped his shoes on the streets, brushed plates in restaurants, looked after horses and slept in stables at night... I think people like him must have experienced the hardships of life a long time ago, knowing that a helpless man like him had to seize every opportunity he had before him if he wanted to climb up, so that night when he saw John by the river, he realized that the opportunity had finally arrived. ”

“Pearson convinced John, who was terribly panicked at the time, that he could help with the matter, that he would naturally not believe the words of such a nobody, but the situation was not friendly to John at the time, that he actually had not much choice but to believe Pearson, but then Pearson proved that he had not failed in that trust," Holmes said here and looked to Gregson, "Remember when you came to me and said that you found Molly's clothes under Paul's bed, at the time I thought it was strange, since he had thrown the body into the river, why did he have to take them off and put them under the bed? ”

Gregson was embarrassed, "That's... that's a problem. Why didn't I notice that before? ”

“But if Pearson could explain what he did, he convinced John to take his clothes off Molly's body and take them home, put them under Paul's bed, so the police could lock Paul, not Mr. John, and the office carpet, and John handed them over to Pearson, and this guy did seize the opportunity, and in a sense, his choice worked, and I thought it wasn't that easy to wait until he showed up, but I didn't think he made such a minor mistake.

“He didn't burn the carpet the first time, he wanted to pawn it.” Holmes shook his head, "so that the story in the Echo wasn't all bad, at least it paralyzed his nerves. Given his previous living environment, it's not incomprehensible to be so meticulous, but it saved us a lot of trouble, got John's office blanket, and then just grabbed Pearson, the witness and physical evidence were all there, and the case was closed. ”

The three men then stepped out in front of the chemical factory door.

This time, without Holmes having to pay any more, Gregson immediately revealed himself as a policeman and quickly found Pearson, who was still at work, but was in a bit of trouble when he was arrested.

Probably came to the police earlier during a strike at the chemical factory to arrest people, making the workers inside hostile to the police.

Pearson recognized Gregson and realized something terrible, so he simply encouraged the workers around him to surround Gregson and Holmes.

After seeing Pearson disappear in the crowd, Gregson couldn't help but pull out his revolver and shoot at the sky, but was stopped by Holmes beside him, and Gregson stomped straight at his feet, "What are you stopping me for, people are running away. ”

“Don't worry, he won't get away.” Sherlock Holmes is not in a hurry.

Pearson jumped out of the chemical factory, just felt a breath on his chest, Paul was kind of his friend, when he didn't have the money before, but that's why Pearson didn't want to live like this anymore, but no matter how hard he tried, life always showed him the cruel side, beating him down over and over again.

Until the night before, when he met John, Pearson finally made up his mind to stop doing this, to mix up a hall of fame in this metropolitan area, and to that end, he tried to betray Paul, put on the line of John, thinking that if he didn't succeed in the future, he could mix up with the director of a textile factory, without having to be a short-lived ghost in a chemical factory.

And with this handle in his hand, he might get more, but Pearson's dream broke in just two days, and now he's out of the factory, but he's confused, and he doesn't know where to go next.

That's when he saw an Oriental not far ahead.

The latter stood under a tree and looked at him so quietly and said, “Pearson? ”

“Get lost!" Pearson was in a terrible mood and didn't want to talk to anyone right now.

“Looks like the Lord is right.” The Oriental nodded, "In that case, sit down and rest. ”

“I'm bored right now, if you don't step aside, don't blame me for being rude.” Pearson squeezed his fist in the gubble.

“Yes, that would make things easier.” The Orientalist smiled.

Five minutes later, Holmes and Gregson finally squeezed out of the chemical factory, Gregson's clothes were wrinkled, and his hat was squeezed out somewhere, cursing all the way, and soon they saw Zhang Heng under the tree, and Pearson with his feet covered like shrimp and rice.