Collapse Simulator: Raging at the Imaginary Tree

"This is what you deserve as my assistant. Take it."

He placed the money in Watson's palm, then walked out with his head held high.

After I had money, I walked more confidently.

However, it wasn't long before he was once again in a crazy situation with no cases.

Apart from helping neighbors resolve disputes and find lost items, those unsolved cases seemed to have begun to fade away from him.

If there is no place to display your talent, then having talent would be a cruel curse, at least that's what he thought.

"Watson, can you let me participate in the case you are investigating? Maybe I can help you a little. I don't want money, just let me show my role a little bit." He said to Watson in a humble tone that was almost pleading.

Watson looked at him in confusion. He had never seen such a request in his life.

But Watson thought about it and shook his head with his expression becoming increasingly petrified.

"This case is too dangerous. The other party is an extremely dangerous person. I can't put you in danger."

Hearing this, he suddenly felt that he was being looked down upon.

"There are always some bumps and tribulations on the road to seeking the truth. Aren't these compulsory courses for detectives? Although you, Watson, can easily pin down a big man like Mr. Hope, it doesn't mean you can pin me down!"

He picked up his cane and prepared to use the Barton technique he had learned for many years to make Watson see...

"It hurts, it hurts... Watson, I'm sorry, I was too arrogant."

In just a second, he felt as if his arm was about to separate from him.

He didn't even see when the other person came to him.

After feeling the difference in fighting power, he began to appeal to their emotions and reason.

"Watson, can you bear to see a Sherlock Holmes, the detective, die of boredom because he has no cases?"

"Why use your own name?"

Watson obviously noticed the grammatical error in his words. Such self-promotional words would only make people laugh.

"Because I have this ability."

He is that confident.

"If you would publish the details of your solved crimes in the newspapers, you would be much busier than you are now."

Watson seemed to still be upset about the two police officers stealing his credit, or perhaps she felt that this was not a smart choice.

After all, what a detective needs most is fame. When he becomes famous, cases will naturally come to him.

"At that time, I was so poor that I couldn't even afford to eat, so I needed to solve the urgent problem first." He spread his hands helplessly.

I can't borrow money from Watson, right? Watson doesn't look like a wealthy man.

Just as the two were arguing, the doorbell rang.

Following the sound, I saw the landlady, Mrs. Hudson.

"Is your dog lost again?" He seemed to be used to it.

The dog often goes outside but actually comes back by itself before evening.

But considering that Mrs. Hudson is old after all, it is normal for her to worry about many things. In addition, the other party is his landlord, so he doesn't mind helping her look for it.

"No, no, there is a commission, and I think maybe you can help the child." Mrs. Hudson said to him.

"Commission? Is it a case?!"

His eyes lit up, like a hound finding its prey.

"Well, it's a somewhat bizarre case. Let Helen tell you about it." Mrs. Hudson gave up her seat.

A beautiful lady came over, still with a look of panic on her face.

"Mr. Holmes, the thing is this..."

Miss Helen first talked about her life story. Her father was a general in the artillery corps and died in his early years.

After her father died, her mother married a doctor named Roylott in India.

When the mother remarried, she transferred her property to the doctor's name, but there was an additional condition, which was that a portion of it would be divided when Helen and Miss Julia got married.

Since returning to his hometown, his stepfather has become irritable. He makes friends with the gypsies but is unwilling to interact with the locals. He also keeps an Indian cheetah and an Indian baboon.

Two years ago, her elder sister died of unknown reasons just before her wedding. Her last words, "The Speckled Band", and the whistles and metal collisions heard by her younger sister Miss Helen became the only remaining clues.

When she heard her sister's screams, she rushed to the scene immediately, but did not find the murderer.

So the case became an unsolved case.

"Last night, because I was getting married and my room needed to be renovated, I temporarily stayed in my sister's room. But... I heard that whistle again, so I got scared and ran out."

Miss Helen said with lingering fear.

He and Watson listened quietly to Miss Helen's narration and guessed that the murderer was most likely related to his stepfather.

And based on Miss Helen's description, she probably thought so in her heart, but there was no evidence.

The two of them immediately set off for Miss Helen's residence.

Explored the place where she lived last night.

The room was simply furnished, with only one door leading to the outside passage, and no windows.

But soon he found a strange rope beside the bed.

When the rope was pulled, no bell rang. Usually, the rope tied to the side of the bed was used to call the housekeeper, but this rope was not connected to the bell.

Looking up, the connection above was secretly covered up.

He immediately stepped on the table beside him and tried to lift the cover, but found that the rope was only connected to a hook, and next to the hook was only a small ventilation duct. It was impossible for someone to kill people through this hole.

However, this hole did not connect to the outside of the house, but to her stepfather's room.

He touched his chin and tried to move the bed to see if there were any clues under it.

But the strange thing is that the bed seems to be nailed to the ground. It seems that it cannot move and can only stay in one place.

He dusted off his hands and went to Miss Helen's stepfather's room.

There were traces of footsteps on the chair in the room, a small dish of milk on the table next to it, a bed and a safe in the room.

Watson glanced at the safe, pursed his lips, and said nothing.

He pretended to walk casually to the bed and pushed it with his knee, causing the bed leg to make a harsh sound as it rubbed against the ground.

"Miss Helen, how about this? You just said that the auxiliary room on the right is unoccupied, right? Then we'll wait there for the night. Once we hear a whistle, we'll rush out to rescue you. Remember, don't tell anyone we've been here."

"Okay...okay." Miss Helen nodded.

The two of them hid in the auxiliary room on the right and waited quietly until night.

It wasn't until three o'clock in the morning that a very faint whistle was heard.

He immediately rushed to where Miss Helen lived with Watson and lit a match.

Miss Helen's frightened face became more and more obvious in the firelight.

He picked up a cane and hit the rope beside him hard, hitting it several times in a row.

After a while, the rustling sound disappeared, but soon a shrill scream was heard from next door.

But he seemed to turn a deaf ear and just comforted Miss Helen.

"Watson, call the police." He said to Watson.

Watson nodded and ran outside.

Soon after, Gregson police arrived and opened the stepfather's room.

The horrifying scene inside almost made him see God on the spot.

I saw a spotted snake wrapped around my stepfather's head, with its tongue sticking out from his hair and spitting out its tongue as if it was demonstrating to several people.

My stepfather's face and lips were pale, and it was obvious that he was dead.

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Chapter 234 The Protagonist? But Not Him

The truth of the matter is simple. Helen's stepfather is an Indian who raises a poisonous snake.

In order to prevent Helen and her sister from dividing the property, they used poisonous snakes to kill people in a closed room.

The bell rope actually serves as a path for the snake, allowing it to accurately find the location of the bed.

The bed in this room is completely fixed in this place, and it can only be in this place.

The bed in his stepfather's room was indeed movable, so he roughly figured out his stepfather's modus operandi.

He killed people using poisonous snakes, and then controlled the snakes to return with a whistle. Since it was a secret room, there was naturally no trace of his stepfather.

After the stepfather called the poisonous snake back, he fed it with milk and then hid it in a cage.

This is how he killed Helen's sister two years ago.

The spotted stripe that my sister saw was actually the poisonous snake, but she couldn't see it clearly because the light was too dim.

This kind of venomous snake is extremely poisonous, and the wound caused by its fangs is very small and difficult to detect, so it was not discovered.

After he drove the poisonous snake back, the angry snake bit his stepfather's neck directly, and his stepfather died.

"A good death." This was his comment.

Apparently, he felt no guilt at all for accidentally killing the other person.

It was like experimenting on the neighbor's dying dog.

The concept of sin is really a bit weak in this person's heart.

That's what Watson thought.

Soon, the case was reported in the newspaper.

Gregson did not take credit for his work this time, after all, this involved a case from two years ago.

There were no results two years ago, and if they were published, it might challenge the credibility of the police station in the eyes of the public.

Therefore, the newspapers did not mention anything about what the police station did, but only the details of Holmes solving the case.

It also gave his reputation a small boost.

However, since Miss Helen is in a difficult situation, the commission fee...

Just treat it as the "work" itself.

He is a person who enjoys the process of solving crimes. Money is just something to maintain his life and interests, but it is not a necessity.

As his name appeared in newspapers, more and more people got to know this detective, and he finally had more free time than before.

One mystery after another was solved with his God-like reasoning ability, and soon he became a famous detective in London. His value also soared, and he was no longer troubled by his livelihood.

"Watson, how is it, have you found any news about the fugitive?" he asked with concern.

Well, actually he just wanted to join in. After all... he could feel that Watson solved the case much faster than him.

Even when they first met, she could tell that he was a criminal.

What impressed me most was a homicide case where I had to find the murderer among five suspects.

But just as he was looking for clues, he keenly noticed that Watson seemed to have been paying attention to one of them.

After he had figured out the whole case, the result he got was exactly that person.

Coincidentally, this kind of incident happened more than once, and each time Watson would keep a close eye on the murderer to prevent him from escaping from the scene.

He kept speeding up his efforts to solve the case, but he was always one step behind her.

This was a big blow to him who claimed to be a genius.

As for why Watson didn't say it directly, it was probably to save his reputation as a great detective...

"No, he was very cunning and only left a few clues, and most of them were just misleading puzzles." Watson shook his head.

"He's been involved in several recent cases, including the Uncanny Valley case and the Bohemian Scandal..."

"Even in the Uncanny Valley case, he appeared in front of us as if to provoke us, but I didn't catch him." Watson looked very annoyed.