Chapter 82 Sherlock’s speculation

Tuesday, morning.

Sherlock, who had just woken up, was curled up in his rocking chair that was used as a bed, covered with a woolen coat and slowly eating the sandwich brought by Edward.

Sherlock is hypoglycemic. If he doesn't eat something or drink some sugar or honey water immediately after waking up, his brain won't be able to start working.

This may be a natural problem, or it may be that he simply does not like to eat.

If Edward hadn't brought him breakfast, I'm afraid he would have just drank some honey water to deal with it today.

"You will get stomach trouble sooner or later, Hermes."

Edward sat on the chair next to Sherlock's desk and said in a deep voice.

He also held the same sandwich in his hand. Soft white bread stuffed with beef, onions, cheese, lettuce and plenty of cheese sauce.

That was a portable breakfast that Edward had ordered the cook at home to prepare in advance last night.

Because he knew that Sherlock would definitely skip breakfast if he could.

Although eating sandwiches for breakfast seems a bit shabby for the Moriarty family. But if the food was more sumptuous and complicated, Sherlock would probably not want to eat it.

Sherlock squinted his eyes and said lazily, "I usually keep myself as hungry as possible. This way my brain can run more actively."

"You are Are you doing penance?"

"Pension no no no"

Sherlock chuckled and raised his head with interest, "Why do you think I'm like a monk? Torturing yourself for wisdom"

"Isn't it?" Edward asked rhetorically.

"Of course not," Sherlock replied, "If you care too much about something, you will easily fall into forms and precepts. In that case, you will lose the original intention of seeking wisdom.

“I admit that good things are good. If good things and bad things are placed in front of me, and I have the opportunity to choose, I will naturally try to choose the good ones.

“But is it so bad that it is unacceptable? Not necessarily. As long as it can meet my needs, I can actually choose whichever one I want. In other words, I don’t have to choose the better one. "

Sherlock said, throwing the last bite of the beef sandwich into his mouth.

While chewing, he said vaguely, "Honey water and sandwiches can also wake up my brain. So of course I will eat whichever one is given to me. You can't let me use that With such a groggy attitude, go downstairs to buy a sandwich. You don't know how your brain feels like a dry machine. That's too bad."

"Then you might as well hire a maid to take care of you. You."

"No, no, no, forget it."

Sherlock shook his head vigorously, saying "You know, in my room. Every document and file has its own place.Some bottles and cans also have their own, somewhat mysterious ways of placing them. No one but me could put them in such a desirable and just place. "

"You are quite similar to Aiwass in this regard," Edward commented as he looked at the narrow and messy dark room filled with various books and files. "Seriously. , you need someone to take care of your daily life. Otherwise, you should go home and live there. At least your cook can prepare you three meals a day. ”

“Oh, forget it. "

Sherlock sneered, leaning back and the rocking chair rocking back and forth slightly. "If I go back, the old man will start to talk about my blind date and marriage again

"After a gluttony, The brain will become slow and numb after drinking. If you fall in love with another person, or if you are obsessed with fame, or if you are eager for money, your brain will also become unclear.

"When you said this, I thought you had gone a long way on the road to wisdom. "

Edward's calm expression remained unchanged. "The path you have taken the furthest is not authoritarianism. Besides, you are twenty-six years old and it's time to get married. It is normal for Sir Arthur to be anxious about your matter. "

"That's only temporary. Soon, my path to wisdom will be overtaken. "

Shylock dealt with it vaguely, and then counterattacked without hesitation, "And what about you? You are thirty-five years old and haven't gotten married yet."

Edward just shook his head slightly without any fluctuation in his voice, "I am called a widower.

"I got married in my early twenties, but my wife died unexpectedly later."

"I never heard you mention this."

Sherlock raised his eyebrows, and his amber pupils opened slightly with interest.

But he did not ask further questions here.

It’s easy to find out what happened to important people like Inspector Edward’s once-deceased wife. Not mentioning it at this moment is out of respect for Edward, and also because of confidence in his own investigative ability.

Edward did not take the initiative to explain, but just walked over and handed over the glass steps report this morning.

Sherlock, who was lying on the rocking chair, stood up and took the newspaper, then lay down again.

He was lying on the rocking chair and rocking, his head moving bit by bit. It looked like he was feeling sleepy after eating enough. It took me a long time to read the first edition alone.

Edward, who was standing nearby, waited for a long time and finally couldn't help but ask, "Did you see that Aiwass is in the newspaper again? It's still on the front page."

"I saw it yesterday. You know it."

Sherlock said lazily, "I guessed it as soon as I saw His Highness when I entered the club. Speaking of which, when we were in school, there was also a crystal dance. shoeHere comes the badge"

"Only you have it. I've never been interested in music. "

Edward replied casually.

He was eating a sandwich and waiting for Sherlock to finish reading the newspaper before asking, "What do you think?"

"Not a good thing. But not bad either. "

Sherlock threw the glass staircase newspaper aside casually. "Secretary Raff was assassinated in public, and the impact was extremely bad. But this is just a deliberately tense atmosphere.

"What is really important is that this incident happened next to Her Royal Highness. And Director Gordon failed to arrest the professional killer in the end."

"Although according to our inspection of the scene yesterday, The investigation, Commissioner Gordon's actions can be said to be completely correct, but often, it doesn't matter what you do, what matters is what you make people believe you did.

"No matter what, it doesn't matter. Gordon let go of a very dangerous assassin. It's already the end of November, and the Chinese New Year will be here in just over a month. If the matter is not properly resolved for a long time, public opinion will be in trouble. A high-level transcendent who was let go and could kill people was basically pointing his nose at the Supervisory Bureau for failing to do things well. At that time, not only Gordon, but the entire Supervisory Bureau may be under pressure. Your Supervisory Office must have been trying to reduce the scope of powers of the Supervisory Bureau for a long time."

"In fact, it was his failure to do things well. But dealing with Director Gordon at this time will only make people realize that the problem is out of control, make people more panicked, and make the situation even more out of control. "

Edward whispered, "So the Supervisory Bureau plans to hold a large-scale commendation meeting for Aiwass this week to shape his achievements and distract the public's attention. "

"Last time at the Pelican Bar, wasn't there a commendation?" Sherlock asked doubtfully.

"Two commendations combined into one. It's still Thursday afternoon. This time the plan is not to award the Crystal Cross, but directly to award the Order of the Sword. "

Edward said in a deep voice.

"Oh. "

Sherlock raised his eyebrows, "In what name? The Order of the Holy Sword is generally awarded to warriors who have made meritorious service in protecting the country or have made meritorious deeds on the battlefield. "

"Single-handedly discovered and prevented the assassination of Princess Isabel by the extraordinary assassin. ”

“Ah, this has become an assassination attempt. Secretary Raff has become an innocent person affected”

The black-haired young man with messy curly hair fell lazily in the rocking chair. Go up and sneer, "It's not impossible. Then let them report like this first. "

"First"

Edward captured Sherlock's words "What did you find"

"It's not investigation, but reasoning. This is an interesting case, dear friend. I thought about it all night yesterday and didn't go to bed until three or four in the middle of the night. "

Sherlock said, taking out his little notebook, "Let's put things in order first, starting from the most critical point.

"I have completed those documentsAfter decoding it, a large number of addresses and names were written on it in a cipher text.

"You probably don't care about the reasoning process in between. Let me directly conclude that the document found at the scene is related to the smuggling case at the port."

"You mean the sweater The Brotherhood line"

"Yes. In other words, Trade Minister Drost is probably related to the smuggling case.

"And I have also found out the identity of the assassin. . It was an assassin's guild from Iris called "Eagle Eyes". Only they will use this special weapon. They are the remnants of the Black Hawk Principality and are considered mercenaries. May accept anyone's commission, including attacking nobles and even the royal family of various countries. "

Speaking of this, Sherlock closed the small notebook.

He looked at Edward meaningfully, "What do you think, under what circumstances did the assassin come all the way from Iris? , will kill the private secretary of the minister who is directly related to the Star Antimony Kingdom smuggling case in an open and aboveboard place."

"I think it is to frame the case. ”

Edward replied without hesitation, “That’s why the deceased fell from the second floor to the ground with his back to the murderer holding the document.” This shows that he is most likely not going to get the documents, but to deliver them. "

"Oh, the speculation you mentioned makes some sense. "

Hearing this, Sherlock raised the corners of his mouth slightly, "But unfortunately, this possibility does not exist. Because I confirmed the notes on this document yesterday, it clearly comes from the same person as the code words on the shipping manifest we seized at the Sweater Brotherhood. After cracking the password rules, I successfully decoded the file and found that it contained one warehouse after another and a certain administrator of the corresponding warehouse.

"Thank God, the files I have here contain documents signed by Secretary Raff in the past. Although he deliberately controlled the writing, he is sure that it was written by the same person.

"So I thought of a possibility. Someone has information on Minister Drost and wants to expose him. "

"There is such a thing"

Edward murmured in a low voice, looking at Sherlock, he asked slowly and clearly, "Then who do you think it could be?"

"From the perspective of interpersonal relationships, motives, abilities, alibi, etc.," Sherlock paused, "I think it may be your father, Professor Moriarty. ”

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