Chapter 35 Who Is the Real Murderer of Alden?
"Watson! Why are you here?!"
When Charlotte Holmes asked this question, she suddenly recalled her suspicion of Watson a few days ago. Although she shifted her focus to the more attractive mystery case due to the invitation from the Anti-Suppression Bureau, she temporarily ignored the doubts in the Harris case and subconsciously believed Watson.
But at this moment, she had doubts in her heart again. Shouldn't Watson be lying in the Royal Hospital to recuperate at this time? Why did he appear here early in the morning, and when she was tracking down the leader of the Flash Blade Cult...
The female detective had a bold idea in her mind. Could it be that... Watson was the mastermind behind the Flash Blade Cult? ! ! !
No, no! This absurd idea was nipped in the bud as soon as it came out of her head.
Charlotte thought that she must have been too tired during this period of time and fainted.
Watson retired from Fuhanstan and returned to the island less than three months ago. During this time, he has been staying in the detective agency to handle chores for me. How could he have time to run a pagan organization?
Unless he was doing it quietly in the dead of night...
That's not right! Watson has been lying in the hospital for a long time since he met Lance and Harris. How could he have the time and energy to participate in pagan affairs?
Unless he also possesses mysterious powers like those weird pagans...
The female detective looked at Watson's left arm fixed in plaster hanging in front of his chest. Although the arm at the edge of the plaster was covered with thick sweat and dirt that had not been washed for a long time, it looked like it had never been removed and cleaned...
But she still unconsciously had a question:
"Is Watson really injured?! Could it be that from the beginning his injuries, his lameness, his fractures... were all just disguises to cover up the truth?"
Once the seeds of doubt are planted, they will take deep roots in the heart, madly absorbing trust until the fruit of a breakup is produced.
The female detective was like this now. She looked at Watson and felt that there was something wrong with him. Everything about him seemed suspicious and he looked like his target...
Watson was also quietly looking at the female detective whom he hadn't seen for a while. She looked dirty and dirty, as if she hadn't cleaned her face for a long time. Her natural beauty was covered by dust and sweat, like a female beggar living on the street.
He also found that Charlotte had a small stone with gold thread hanging around her neck. The stone seemed to have a star-like light flowing inside, but it was a little dim like the sunset at dusk... Strange, Charlotte never liked to wear jewelry, saying that she disliked those things that got in the way and made it inconvenient to move. How could she change her mind after just a few days of not seeing her?
Watson put aside these thoughts for the time being and explained or covered up:
"Me? I left the hospital and returned to Baker Street last night, but I didn't expect a vicious gangster to suddenly break into the detective agency late at night with a sharp knife in his hand and tried to stab me. I finally caught him and locked him up."
"After a process that may seem a little intense, he finally couldn't bear it and told the story. It turned out that he was from an organization called the Flash Blade Cult. He said that he received an order from their leader that a guy named John H. Watson had evidence of their organization's crimes, so he was specially sent to kill people and destroy evidence."
"This statement made me a little confused. I have been lying in the hospital these days. I never left the courtyard, so why did the Shining Blade Cult think that I had evidence of their crimes? "
"During my questioning, the criminals also revealed that their headquarters was located in the abandoned Kate and Helo Co., Ltd. I remember that Miss Charlotte, you had found relevant clues before. This abandoned factory building was suspected to have had a supernatural case, so I planned to come here to investigate. I didn't expect to meet you on the way. "
Watson looked up and down at the female detective and asked, "Miss Charlotte, why did you become like this?"
Charlotte glanced at him suspiciously. Watson actually ran into the Shining Blade Cult. Is it really such a coincidence... And if they want to eliminate the evidence of the crime, shouldn't they come directly to me? How could Watson be involved? Did I implicate him?
But she remained silent on the surface, and just said with a little guilt: "Sorry, I've been too busy recently and haven't found time to visit you."
"By the way, there is one important thing I forgot to tell you. I have now established a cooperative relationship with the Anti-Suppression Bureau and become one of their special investigators!"
"I have been busy investigating a strange case recently. The victim died in his sleep for no reason, but the eyes of the corpse seemed to be stabbed by a stick-like object and damaged the brain area. I followed the clues and found an abandoned factory building, which is the Kate and Helo Co., Ltd. you mentioned just now.
"I have been lurking and monitoring in the abandoned building next to it for several days, and finally found the leader of the Flash Blade Cult, that is, the heretic leader you mentioned, and some clues about his true identity. "
"According to my inference, he should be a white-collar worker with a good income, and it is very likely that he is active near this area. "
"I came here to wait before the early morning work time just to investigate the details of this leader. "
The corpse with pierced eyes that died in his sleep... When Watson heard this, the hair on the back of his neck almost stood up in an instant. Wasn't this the Elson who died by his own hands in the forest that night!
Holmes actually almost investigated me. Although he always felt that Elson really deserved to die, since he attacked and intended to kill me, it was natural for me to kill him eye for eye and tooth for tooth.
But if Holmes knew about this matter... it would eventually have an impact on his current life.
Watson's face was also calm, he just frowned slightly and made a thoughtful expression.
"What a coincidence. Even though we are so far apart, we happened to meet in the same case..."
Charlotte also replied meaningfully: "Yes, what a coincidence..."
An awkward silence fell between the two.
Watson suddenly felt as if some unexplained intuition broke out in his head, and the sound of moth wings sounded in his ears. He followed the source of the sound and saw that there were a variety of hangings on the high-rise buildings standing next to the street. There are various signs, but among them there is a very familiar word.
"Miss Charlotte, look, that's Glover and Sons!"
The female detective turned her head and saw the signboard. Naturally, she would not forget the clues she had personally searched for from the vast sea of files, and there was a trace of surprise in her eyes.
The two looked at each other, feeling more and more strange about their fate. The fragmented clues were connected together in such an incredible way!
"What a coincidence, this is getting more and more coincidental."
"Yes, it's such a coincidence that I can't even believe it."
"Do you still want to wait? Or we should split up. I'll go to Glover and Sons. You wait here for the leader of the Flash Blade Order to show up?"
"Wait a moment, I'll go with you."
After Charlotte left these words behind, she walked into a tavern on the street that was still open. After a while, when she walked out, the dust on her face had faded, revealing her fair and beautiful face again, and her hair was There were still wet stains everywhere, and the dusty coat became tidier, and there was also a faint smell of perfume lingering around. It was obvious that he had been freshened up a little.
Charlotte smiled sweetly and took Watson's right arm, asking with concern:
"Let's go, Watson. How is your body recovering after resting in the hospital for so long?"
Watson responded with a smile: "The recovery effect is very good! The Royal Free Hospital has an elegant environment, strong conditions, and sufficient medical resources. I feel like I am regaining consciousness in my left leg."
In the eyes of the office workers hurriedly commuting next to them, the two people's intimate gesture looked like a pair of young lovers. The person with extraordinary sensibility had even imagined that the two of them were childhood sweethearts, and the man joined the couple to defend the country as an adult. The scene of the army accidentally leaving the wounded and disabled, but the woman never leaving... Ah! Such pure love is really enviable to others.
But in the eyes of passers-by, the true inner thoughts of this young couple are completely different from their speculations.
Charlotte was planning in her heart: "Finally, can't you bear to expose the fact that you have never been injured? Let me test whether you are really disabled!"
Watson thought to himself: "Are you planning to spy on me? You underestimate my academic achievements in the acting training class at the School of International Relations!"
His body's center of gravity shifted and pressed towards the female detective. It seemed that because of the other person's kind support, he was unable to hold the cane and could only put the pressure of walking on one leg on her body.
Charlotte felt the slight pressure on her shoulders. It didn't seem like a disguise...but she still didn't want to believe it.
"Watson, be careful where you step."
When the female detective helped Watson cross the threshold, she suddenly let go of her hand, causing Watson to lose his balance. He staggered a few steps and almost fell to the ground. Fortunately, he reacted quickly and held the cane on the ground. He could stand firm enough not to fall down in embarrassment in front of the public.
And Charlotte, who witnessed this scene, couldn't help but doubt herself... Could it be that I was really too suspicious? In fact, Watson had never deceived me at all?
Watson showed a hint of sullen expression, as if he was angry at Charlotte's mischievous behavior, but also as if he was poked at a pain point in his self-esteem and felt inferior to his own disability.
He angrily shook away the female detective's apologetic hand that she extended to support again, and said coldly:
"No, thank you for your kindness, Miss Charlotte. I'd better walk by myself with a cane. I'm afraid I'll accidentally step on the empty threshold when I come out later."
Hearing Watson's cynicism, Charlotte couldn't help but feel a little ashamed, and her ears turned red. She did not continue to step forward, but followed Watson silently, as if to apologize in a weak and obedient manner.
The suspicion in her heart seemed to dissipate partly because of this, but only as if.
They soon arrived at the top floor of the building where Glover and Sons Company was located. It was already normal working hours, and the hall was crowded with busy office workers. There were shouts, inquiries, pens scratching, and typewriters. The sound of tapping is endless.
Watson's eyesight is now extraordinary, and he can take in the entire office at a glance. His eyes passed over the nameplates of each work station, but he never found the information he learned about that night in the woods. Name - Alexis Kennedy.
Are you not sitting in the lobby, are you a management employee with a separate office?
He recalled Holmes' investigation-On May 18, 1880, Alden, the office manager of Glover & Sons, disappeared mysteriously.
From the perspective of criminal psychology, apart from the random and indiscriminate crimes committed by crazy and psychopathic people, most criminals are driven by antisocial interests. Interests are the basic motivation for committing crimes and the main purpose of committing crimes... In other words, whoever benefits the most from Alden's death is the first suspect!
Watson thought, if he was not wrong, the fleeting secret he learned from the woods that night, the name in the secret, was the name of the real murderer who used mysterious power to murder Alden, and it is even very likely that he was the mastermind behind the Flash Blade Cult!
He walked to the first room in the corridor of Glover & Sons, which was separated from the hall by a large transparent glass blocked by blinds. It was most suitable for the position of office manager who needed to monitor the progress of employees at any time.
Watson pushed open the door of the office manager's room, but saw that there was no one inside, and the cold wind in the early morning blew in from the open window.
He looked at the name tag on his desk, and it actually said--William McConaughey?
"Did I guess wrong? It wasn't Alexis Kennedy who caused Alden's disappearance and took the opportunity to take a high-level position? Then who is the real murderer of Alden???"
Watson really didn't expect to encounter such a series of dense coincidences today, as if an invisible thread of fate was pulling them to the truth... But until the last moment, fate suddenly told them--I was just joking? !
Just when he was confused, the intuitive moth in his head suddenly vibrated its wings violently for no reason, as if it was struggling madly after falling and drowning.
At the same time, he felt a chill coming from behind him, and the deep chill seemed to penetrate into the bone marrow, just like the tip of a cold knife against the back of his neck, the skin sank and sank due to the pressure, as if it would penetrate the skin and pierce the spine to cut off the nerves and end his life in the next second!
The hairs that Holmes couldn't get up just now were standing up one by one at this moment!
Watson had never felt such a surging and dangerous hostility in his life. He couldn't help but tremble with tense muscles, which seemed to be both fearful and excited. His body was slightly hunched like a beast before pouncing on its prey.
He turned around slowly, and the five knuckles holding the top of the cane had turned white due to excessive force.
Behind Watson stood a man with ordinary features. His face was slightly pale, as if he had not been exposed to the sun for a long time, or had lost too much blood, or was overworked.
His eye sockets were sunken as if he couldn't sleep at night, but his blue eyes were shining with a sharp light that was about to condense into substance, like a sharp blade that was unsheathed, piercing people's hearts.
This professional man wore a standard white shirt and suit, and a pair of handmade Oxford leather shoes on his feet. There was a little dust on the uppers of the shoes, as if he had just walked out of some ruins.
Recently, the collection of this book has been quite stable, more stable than the author's updates, and the highest one day reached a terrifying 250! (Laughing, isn't this really a sign from God?)