The daily life of American TV agents

Chapter 452 Murder Cases

"Ms. plastic surgery seems to be very popular in the circle of ladies, right? At least in the circle of celebrities and rich people I know, this kind of thing is normal."

Ron is telling the truth, not to mention others, but top beauties in the entertainment industry like Megan Fox, who are not yet showing their age, will go to take care of themselves every once in a while, and those stars who have already started to go downhill, for the sake of To maintain a youthful appearance, all kinds of plastic surgery methods are used.

You must know that the skin quality of Caucasians is more likely to look old than that of yellow people. Therefore, in order to continue to maintain their beauty, ordinary people can't imagine how much effort the stars have put in for that face.

Its complexity is no less than that of major surgery.

But Sherlock didn't pay attention to Ron, but like a professional hunting dog, he lay down on the ground and started sniffing again.

No, professional hounds are not as professional as Sherlock, because hounds can only bark when they find abnormalities, but they can't tell the abnormalities they found, but Sherlock can.

"Superintendent, please come here!" Sherlock beckoned, calling everyone from the bedroom to the hall, pointing to the blood on the ground and the shattered glass and said: "Mrs. Temple should know the attacker, she let him in house."

"How did you infer this?"

Ron said with interest. Although it may not be useful, he has always had a strong interest in reasoning.

"There are two broken cups here, which can be seen from the size of the fragments. Obviously, she was attacked while pouring water for guests."

"That's right, if a lunatic kicks open your door, what normal people do is to ask him if he's thirsty and pour him a glass of water." Superintendent Grayson's subordinate said sarcastically.

Sherlock did not answer directly, but lay down on the ground again, and took out a piece of broken glass from under the refrigerator with a pen. Judging from the shape, it should be the bottom part of the cup, plus the one already found, exactly two bottoms of the cup. .

"If you take another look at the shoe print on the door model, you'll see almost imperceptible blood, the same as on the high heels, go get tested and I'm pretty sure it's the blood of the victim."

"And it's only possible that there was blood in there after the attack. Mrs. Temple let the gangsters in because they were acquaintances. He kicked the door when he went out. He was trying to cover up the fact. In addition, he took some from the living room. thing."

"How do you know that?"

Watson asked, and Ron raised his hand actively: "I know this. Looking at the sofa and table in the living room, this is a symmetrical layout, so the things on the right table and the left table should be arranged similarly, but there are fewer things on the left." I got a box, what kind of box is that?"

Just when the victim's husband came over, Ron cast him a questioning look.

"I can't remember, maybe a jewelry box."

"What's wrong? What does it mean that the kidnapper took away a jewelry box?" Miss Watson didn't know why.

Sherlock's face sank: "Kidnappers never take trophies, but murderers do."

"No body found, genius!" the detective who had just ridiculed Sherlock seized the opportunity to taunt.

"There's no blood on the front door or in the hallway. It's hard to do that when you're taking away a man with an arterial injury, isn't it?" Ron took the initiative to tell Sherlock, and turned to Superintendent Grayson: "Are you sure your people have searched every corner of this house? I think there should be a secret room in this house. Sherlock should agree with me."

Sherlock nodded in agreement.

Now Grayson looked embarrassed: "Of course, my men searched everywhere, but they didn't find the secret room you mentioned."

Of course, Grayson is very clear about Ron's identity. He can even be said to be one of the most powerful figures in Los Angeles. It is thanks to Ron that he was able to come to Los Angeles from the police station in a small rural area. The first case I handled was embarrassing in front of the boss...

He can't afford to lose this man!

"Find it, everyone! Find the secret room for me even if you lift up every floor and check it!"

Although Superintendent Grayson is a good policeman, at his age he knows how to behave better. If the boss said that there is a secret room here, then there must be a secret room.

If not, then ask your subordinates to dig out a secret room at night!
But fortunately, it doesn't have to be so troublesome now.

Sherlock walked into the master bedroom, walked a few steps along the edge of the bed, and then turned back, his eyes suddenly lit up.

"What? Did you find anything?" Ron asked interestingly.

"The Chamber of Secrets is here!" Sherlock pointed to the wall behind: "And I'm sure Mrs. Temple is inside."

"The question is how to get in?"

"This is easy~" No one knows where Ron took out a box, took out a piece of plasticine-like thing from it, stuck it on the wall, inserted a metal pipe into it and turned around: "Can you Stay away, it's dangerous if you get too close."

Only then did Grayson remember Ron's nickname of Explosive Maniac, and quickly stopped him: "Wait! Ron, there's no need, Sherlock will find the secret room switch right away, right?"

He couldn't help being nervous. Ron's nickname of Explosive Maniac is not for nothing. It is said that whether he is facing terrorists or people who don't pay taxes, he always blows up people until they are half cooked before interrogating them. Behind the wall is really a secret room. After he finishes blowing up, there will be nothing left, and he will check the yarn.

"Yes, that's right." Sherlock groped behind the bedside table, felt a bump and pressed it down.

"Crack." The wall cracked, revealing a secret room with a dead body arranged in a strange swastika shape.

"Sometimes I hate myself for always being right."

Undoubtedly, the deceased's husband became the biggest suspect, and immediately raised a pair of silver bracelets.

"Good job, keep working hard, Sherlock." Ron patted Sherlock on the shoulder with satisfaction. Isn't that why he got Sherlock out of prison?
What?You mean old castles in Europe?What does that have to do with Ron?
It's just a little gift from a father who cares about his son to his son's friends~
"I always feel like I forgot something, forget it, don't think about it, and go to eat." At the door of the murder scene, Ron stretched.

On the other side, in the underground steam tunnel, Sheldon and Raj knocked on the iron door: "Ron! Open the door! Let us out!"

"Sorry, Ron isn't here right now."

"Then open the door for us! Let us out! It's horrible here."

"No problem, but the key is with Ron. I'll go find him to get the key now." Giselle pressed the mouse button on the remote control with a smirk.

The cry of "creak creak" appeared at Sheldon's feet, he and Raj looked at each other, and lowered their heads palely.

"Ah~~~"

(End of this chapter)