Sherlock Holmes

Chapter 316 The Simplest Technique (End)

Of course Nightingale didn't know about the glorious deeds of Pope Nadine Bellew, so when she heard this, she subconsciously thought of many terrible developments. Of course she was unwilling to accept these associations, so she seemed Her face was a little pale, but at this time, she couldn't ask or question anything. She just sat quietly and continued to listen to this ridiculous, but seemingly extremely realistic conversation.

Sherlock still had the same attitude of having nothing to do with him, and was casual, but he told the story of a person's death without mercy, and at the same time, he kept pushing a genius of the Inquisition into the hands of a murderer. Among the ranks:

"A pope tortured a young boy to death and brutally crushed him into feed. If this kind of thing was publicized, the consequences would probably be more terrible than being murdered, Nadine Bellew The Pope will definitely accept the other party's invitation. He doesn't have any leverage to refuse.

Therefore, the secret room he claimed was broken by himself.

The empty door stood wide open, waiting for the murderer to walk into his fortress. "

Having said this, Sherlock suddenly paused. Depression and silence quickly filled the car, leaving only the hum of the turbine coming from the other side of the steel baffle.

"You seem to be not that surprised after hearing what happened to Pope Nadine Bellew." Sherlock said.

Hopkins hesitated for a few seconds and replied calmly: "Indeed, more than half a year ago, I found out that there were many crimes in the diocese where London is located, and his shadow was behind them, not only the torture and murder of boys, but also the murder of boys. There's also human trafficking, underground hallucinogen factories, debt scams, and more.

In fact, whether according to the laws of the empire or the killing principles within the Holy See, he is enough to be sentenced to death.

But that is a pope after all, in charge of a large area of ​​dioceses, and London is a major experimental city for new energy. The gradual elimination of steam energy will bring a big blow to the original empire's economy, which results in his position being extremely sensitive.

Therefore, after I reported his crime to the higher-ups, his death sentence was not accepted.

But this matter should only be known within the Tribunal. There is no leakage to the outside world. Not even Pope Beru himself knows about it. How did you know? "

Just after saying this, Hopkins suddenly smiled. It could be felt that this was the first time he laughed from the heart today, but the laughter was full of helplessness:

"Yes, you always know that you are the most powerful detective in the world, and you know everything.

Not only do you know everything, you can even do anything. You can even break into the ancient Roman city by yourself! You can even kill an emperor who has been in charge of the empire for 60 years! "

These few sentences are exclamations. But Hopkins' tone does not have such big fluctuations, just like his current driving speed, slow, steady, without too many waves.

But these words fell on Nightingale's ears. In an instant, it was like the scorching sun exploding, the mountains collapsing, and the countless roars in her ears that made her eyes darken. She felt that she had just been because of This depressing atmosphere gave rise to a moment of delusion.

What did you just hear?

Her breath was held uncontrollably, and her eyes turned uncontrollably to the man beside her, the man she had met more than a year ago, the man she had exchanged lives with, the man who gave her an inexplicable sense of security, the man she had known before. A man who commented on the taste of his own food under the light.

She looked at Sherlock with no change in expression in shock, her mouth slightly open, but knowing that her body took a deep breath spontaneously due to lack of oxygen, she finally recovered.

This man killed Augustine the Great?

Half a year has passed since the death of the old man, but the news is still tightly controlled. Unless there is an accident, the matter will remain sealed until a suitable opportunity is available to announce to the world that Augustine The emperor had died peacefully on the bed.

Therefore, when Miss Nightingale heard this, she was so shocked that she almost fainted. She didn't even know if she should continue to sit here now. In her impression, although Sherlock was not a graceful gentleman, he should not be such a dangerous person. However, at this moment, her reason told her She should stay away from this man, but in this narrow carriage, she had nowhere to hide, so she could only take a deep breath to calm herself down.

However, Hopkins' calm voice continued:

"Since the beginning of the Holy Calendar, no one has been able to get out of the bottom of the Blood Prison, except you!

I can't even imagine why even Master Dante could leave that town for you!

However, the moment he stepped out of the town that night, the entire court almost exploded.

You can do anything!

But you just do things according to your own preferences. You are just a selfish person. You solved the mystery of Professor Darwin's death because you thought the incident of his death was interesting. You went to assassinate Augustine the Great because you saw him. dislike; despise.

You have never been a kind person. The saying that the greater the ability, the greater the responsibility, is not reflected in you.

You clearly know that there are so many evils in this world, and you clearly know that so many people deserve to die, but they are still living lavishly.

But you don't punish them.

You obviously have this ability."

Hopkins used the calmest tone and said the most helpless words. This was not an evaluation of Sherlock. In fact, it sounded more like a request from a man who insisted on justice.

The genius of the Tribunal seemed to be shouting to Shylock:

He was shouting——There are too many evils in this world, so people like you please go and purify these evils.

Of course, his shout was silent, just like in this lightless night, if the roar of vehicles that should not appear was thrown away, it would be as quiet as a pool of stagnant water.

Sherlock lowered his eyes slightly:

"So, someone has to do these things to purify sin, right?"

"certainly!"

"Then are you admitting that Pope Beru died at your hands?"

"I said, I didn't kill them." Without thinking, Hopkins continued to deny: "Also, you haven't given an answer to the death of Pope Beru, even if you said, The murderer was able to use his weakness to force him to open the door of the safe house, but when the dead man was found, the door was locked and the key was in the hands of Pope Beru.

So, how did the murderer leave that room? "

Indeed, that room was different from the rooms in the slum apartments. Even with a hammer drill, it would take dozens of minutes to break open the door.

Then once the door is closed, it is impossible for anyone to come out or put the key in.

But Sherlock just responded:

"No, again, the secret room never existed.

The murderer just used a very simple method to make the room become a secret room the moment the door was opened.

To put it more clearly, the key to the door was actually not held by the Pope at the beginning. It was always outside the door and in the hands of the murderer.

Only at the moment of opening the door did the murderer let the key return to the deceased's hand.

In other words, after the door was drilled with a big hole by a hammer drill, the first person to put his hand in and open the door was the murderer! "

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