"Mr. Jacob, how long has the conflict between you and the deceased lasted?"
In the dark room, Holmes and the No. 1 suspect, Jacob Valentine, sat opposite each other. There was a kerosene lamp on the table in the middle. The flickering flame illuminated his sharp-cut face and the reflection in his gray pupils.
A panicked figure appeared.
"It's been almost half a year."
Jacob put his hands on his knees cautiously, his eyes always glanced at the corpse aside unconsciously, and said with a pale face: "I am not a murderer, even if I hate Maggie Kris, I will not kill her."
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"Why?"
Holmes bit his pipe and stared at him intently: "The deceased is the biggest stumbling block in your pursuit of love. As long as you get rid of her, no one can stop you."
"She is Miss Maggie's master!" Jacob yelled, squeezing his neck: "After all, she is also Miss Maggie's benefactor. If it weren't for her, I wouldn't have met Miss Maggie! Killing her would make
Miss Maggie is so sad!"
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There was silence in the room. No one could understand Jacob Valentine's inner thoughts, but the reason he gave
It's really too abundant.
Holmes, who has always been well-informed, could not find anything to refute at this moment.
"As a neighbor, how much do you know about Giuseppe Diaz, the tenant who lived in the deceased's home?"
"He is a very professional pharmacist who works in a drugstore on Ross Avenue. He has lived in Maggie Chris's home for more than a year. He pays the rent on time, leaves early and comes home late. He never brings women home. He is a
A qualified tenant." Jacob said: "Maggie Kris has a headache, and he helps prepare medicine when she has a headache."
"What drugs did he prepare for the deceased?"
"Coca wine, ino fruit salt and chlordiazepoxide, when I was arguing with Maggie Kris not long ago, she had a headache, and Giuseppe Diaz prepared these medicines for her."
Hear this sentence.
Ma Wei, who was standing near the door, couldn't help but turn his head, glanced at the corpse on the ground, and twitched the corner of his mouth.
Coca wine sounds fancy, but it’s actually brandy with cocaine added.
Inoline is a laxative and chlordiazepoxide is a mixture of chloroform and morphine.
Cocaine, laxatives, narcotics, morphine.
Taking these four things together, let alone headaches, you can still be alive and kicking even if you have a broken arm!
major?
Ma Wei doesn't think so.
"Why did the deceased kick Giuseppe Diaz out?" Holmes continued to ask: "Since Giuseppe is a qualified tenant, the deceased must be eager for him to stay."
"I don't know either"
Jacob shook his head: "The neighbors on the street are very confused and can't figure out why."
"Because. Because mom wants to sell the house."
The little girl sitting next to her suddenly spoke: "My mother is going to marry a baron, so she wants to sell the house before getting married and hide the money."
"A very wise decision." Holmes said: "But selling a house takes time, why is your mother so anxious?"
The little girl hugged Pippi tightly and stopped talking.
"I see."
Holmes smiled and looked at Inspector Macmillan: "Please call me Giuseppe Diaz."
"good."
"Dad, why didn't he continue the interrogation?"
Junia did not pay attention to the monster on the corpse. She was more interested in Holmes' reasoning. When she heard that the other party suddenly changed the target of the interrogation, she couldn't help but ask: "Is Mr. Jacob no suspect?"
"He already knows who the prisoner is." Mawei replied: "Pharmacist is a very profitable profession. Giuseppe Dias has enough financial resources to settle in a wealthy area, but he has always chosen to stay in the wealthy area this year.
In South Street, where the living environment is poor, the reasons are intriguing."
"The reason?" Inspector MacMillan heard Ma Wei's voice, turned around, and asked in surprise: "What's the reason?"
"What other reason could there be? It's just something between men and women."
"Since you know such important information that Mrs. Maggie has an affair with Giuseppe Diaz, why didn't you tell her just now?"
Inspector Macmillan frowned and became a little angry.
"I deduced it based on the conversation that Holmes just had. Before that, I didn't know who Mrs. Maggie was having an affair with." Ma Wei looked innocent: "You think about it for yourself. Mrs. Maggie sold the house because she wanted to get married.
To the Baron, but she has plenty of time and does not need to rush to evict the tenants, which can be concluded from the fact that she published new rental information in the newspaper."
"Since she has plenty of time, why would she evict tenants who pay rent on time and have good credit?"
"The reason is very simple. Mrs. Maggie didn't want the affairs between herself and the tenant to be exposed, so she was eager to get rid of Giuseppe Diaz, but she was reluctant to leave the room vacant, so she chose to continue renting and wanted to rent it out.
Let’s make a small profit before the house is sold.”
"oh!"
Inspector Macmillan's eyes lit up and he made the same sound as Holmes: "So that's it! No wonder Giuseppe Diaz wanted to kill Mrs. Maggie! He must have hated the deceased!"
"Who said the murderer was Giuseppe Diaz?" Mawei raised his eyebrows and looked at him with a strange expression: "Can you please stop jumping to conclusions?"
"Obviously it was you who just said that"
"What did I say?"
"You said they were having an affair."
"Does someone have to be the murderer if he has an affair?" Ma Wei rolled his eyes: "This case is not as simple as you think, and there is a deeper conspiracy hidden behind it. I really don't know how you, the police inspector, became the police inspector.
I can’t even understand simple logic.”
His breath was stagnant, and Inspector Macmillan's face gradually turned red. He wanted to refute but felt powerless.
There are not many people who can choke him to the point of speechlessness. Diloch Holmes is one of them. Now
One more person.
Soon, Giuseppe Diaz, who was staying in the kitchen, came to the living room. He sat down where Jacob had just been and asked first: "You are Deloch Holmes, the most famous man in the royal capital?"
private detective?"
"it's me."
"What are you doing in New Ross City?"
"No comment." Holmes took a puff of cigarette and crossed his legs: "Do you have any more questions?"
"I'm not a murderer."
"Until the truth comes to light, the prisoner will never admit his crime, but you are right, the real culprit is indeed not you."
Giuseppe Diaz raised his head and met Holmes' eyes. After a while, he looked away and looked at the corpse. A strange light flashed in his eyes: "Then can I leave?"
"Don't worry, I haven't finished speaking yet."
Holmes knocked the ashes of his cigarette on the table and said slowly: "You hate Maggie Chris because she betrayed you and the vow she made when she was with you."
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"She dresses up every night. She uses your money to buy the most gorgeous dresses, goes to the nobles' balls, drinks expensive champagne, smiles with the so-called upper class, and keeps showing off her beauty.
, just to find the next husband."
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Holmes' voice was calm, as if he was talking about an insignificant thing: "In comparison, you who wait for her drunken wife to come home every night are really like a dog, a dog wagging its tail begging for mercy, praying for loyalty to make her come back."
"Enough! Enough! Enough!!!"
Giuseppe Diaz, who could still remain calm at first, screamed hysterically, punched the table with his fist, his eyes were red, he was breathing heavily, and almost gritted his teeth: "I killed her, so what?"
Like this?! She deserves to die! She deserves to die!!!"
"Which of you can understand how I feel?!"
He looked around with scarlet eyes, and his voice became sharp and harsh with excitement: "I gave everything to pursue her, but she treated me like a house dog that could come and go at a moment's notice! I gave her all my money,
I just hope she can let go of her unrealistic fantasies and live a good life with me. What did I do wrong? Why would she treat me like this?!"
"Father! Tell me, am I wrong?!"
"Of course you are wrong."
Under the gaze of everyone, Ma Wei, the only priest present, said softly: "You shouldn't trust someone who treats promises like dirt, especially when you know the other person's character."
Giuseppe Diaz was stunned for a moment, his irritable mood gradually subsided, and he nodded and said: "You are right, I should have left her earlier. Thank you for your advice. To thank you."
He took out a dirty glass bottle from his arms, with complex patterns engraved on the bottom that looked like a magic circle, and said with a smile: "I will make your death less painful, dear priest."