Chapter 35 Who is the real murderer of Alden?

Chapter 35 Who is the real murderer of Alden?

"Watson! Why are you here?!"

When Charlotte Holmes asked this question, she suddenly recalled her suspicions about Watson a few days ago. Although later, due to the invitation from the Anti-Suppression Bureau, her focus shifted to the obviously more attractive mysterious case. , temporarily ignoring the doubts in the Harris case and subconsciously believing Watson.

But at this moment, she once again had doubts in her heart. Shouldn't Watson be lying in the Royal Hospital to recuperate at this time? Why did he appear here so early in the morning, and when he was trying to track down the leader of the Flash Blade Order...

A bold idea came to the female detective's mind. Could it be that...Watson is the mastermind behind the Order of the Flashing Blade? ! ! !

No, no! She stopped this ridiculous idea as soon as it popped into her head.

Charlotte thought that she must have been so tired during this period that she was dizzy from exhaustion.

It has been less than three months since Watson retired from Afghanistan and returned to the island. During this time, he has been staying at the detective agency to handle chores for me. How can he have time to run a pagan organization?

Unless he was acting quietly in the dead of night...

Not right either! Watson has been lying in the hospital recovering from his injuries for a period of 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 plaster-fixed left arm hanging on his chest. Although the arm at the edge of the plaster wrap showed thick sweat stains that had not been cleaned for a long time, it seemed that it had never been removed and cleaned...

But she still had questions unconsciously:

"Is Watson really injured?! Could it be that his injuries, his lameness, his fractures...were all just disguises from the beginning?"

Once the seeds of doubt are planted, they will take root deep in the heart, frantically absorbing trust, until they bear the fruit of breakup.

This was the case for the female detective now. She saw that Watson seemed to feel that there was something wrong with him, everything looked suspicious, and everything looked like his target...

And Watson was also quietly sizing up the female detective whom he hadn't seen for a while. She looked dirty, as if she hadn't cleaned up her face for a long time, and her natural beauty was covered up by dust and the smell of sweat, as if she had been homeless. Female beggar on the street.

And he also discovered that there was a small stone threaded with gold wire hanging around Charlotte's neck. There seemed to be star-like light flowing inside the unattractive stone, but it was a little dim like the sunset at dusk... Strange, Charlotte Te has always disliked wearing jewelry, saying that he disliked those things being in the way and inconvenient to move around. Why did he change his mind after not seeing each other for a few days?

Watson put aside these thoughts for the time being and explained or concealed:

"Me? I had left the hospital and returned to Baker Street last night, but I didn't expect that a vicious gangster suddenly broke into the detective office late at night with a sharp knife in his hand and planned to assassinate me. I finally managed to He grappled and locked."

"After some intense interrogation, he finally couldn't bear to tell what happened. It turned out that he was from an organization called the Order of the Flashing Blade. He said he had received orders from their leader, a man named John ·H. Watson’s guy has criminal evidence of their organization, and he was specially sent here to kill people and destroy the evidence.”

"This statement makes me a little confused. I have been lying in the hospital for the past few days and have never left the house. Why does the Flash Blade Order think that I have evidence of their crime?"

"After my inquiry, the gangsters also revealed that their headquarters is located in the abandoned Kate and Hero Co., Ltd. I remember Miss Charlotte that you have found relevant clues before. This abandoned factory is suspected of having an outbreak. It’s a supernatural case, so I planned to come over to investigate, but I didn’t expect to meet you halfway.”

Watson looked the female detective up and down and asked: "Miss Charlotte...how did you become like this?"

Charlotte glanced at him suspiciously. Watson actually met the Order of the Flashing Blade. Is it really such a coincidence... And if you want to eliminate the criminal evidence, shouldn't you come directly to me? How could Watson be involved? Did I cause him trouble?

But she remained calm on the surface and just said with a hint of guilt: "I'm sorry, I've been so busy during this period that I didn't even take the time to visit you."

"By the way, there is another 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 have been stabbed into the damaged brain area by some stick-like object. I followed the clues and found He found an abandoned factory building, which is the Kate and Hero Co., Ltd. you just mentioned.

"I lurked and monitored in the abandoned building next to it for several days, and finally found some clues about the true identity of the leader of the Flash Blade Order, the pagan leader you call him."

"According to my inference, he should be a white-collar worker with a good income, and he is most likely active around this area."

"I specially rushed here to wait before work time in the early morning, just to investigate the details of this leader."

A corpse with eyes pierced that died in sleep... When Watson heard this, the hairs on the back of his neck almost stood up in an instant. Isn't this Elson who died in the woods that night!

Holmes almost investigated me. Although he always felt that Elson deserved to die, since he attacked and intended to kill me, it was only right for me to kill him in return.

But if Holmes knew about this... it would eventually affect his current life.

Watson's face was also calm, but he frowned slightly and made a thoughtful expression.

"What a coincidence, we are so far away from each other, but we still meet in the same case by coincidence..."

Charlotte also replied meaningfully: "Yes, what a coincidence..."

The two fell into an awkward silence.

Watson suddenly felt a sudden intuition in his head, and the sound of a moth flapping its wings seemed to ring in his ears. He looked in the direction of the sound and saw a variety of signs hanging on the surface of the tall building next to the street, and among them there was a very familiar word.

"Miss Charlotte, look, that's Glover \u0026 Sons!"

The female detective turned her head and saw the sign. She naturally would not forget the clues she had personally searched for from the vast files, and a hint of surprise appeared in her eyes.

The two looked at each other, and felt more and more the wonder of fate. The fragmented clues were connected together in such an incredible way!

"What a coincidence, it's getting more and more coincidental."

"Yes, it's too coincidental, so coincidental that I can't believe it."

"Do you want to continue waiting? Or should we split up? I'll go to Glover and Sons, and you wait here for the leader of the Flash Blade Cult to show up?"

"Wait a moment, I'll go with you."

After saying this, Charlotte walked into a tavern on the street that was still open. After a while, when she came out, the dust on her face had faded, revealing her fair and beautiful face again. There were still wet marks on the ends of her hair. The gray coat became neater and there was a faint smell of perfume. It was obvious that she had washed and dressed up a little.

Charlotte smiled and took Watson's right arm, and asked with concern:

"Let's go, Watson. How is your recovery after resting in the hospital for so long?"

Watson smiled and replied: "The recovery is very good! The Royal Free Hospital has an elegant environment, strong conditions, and sufficient medical resources. I feel that my left leg seems to be recovering."

The intimate posture of the two fell into the eyes of the office workers who were commuting hurriedly next to them. It was just like a pair of young lovers. Those who were extremely sentimental had even imagined that the two were childhood sweethearts, and the man joined the army to defend the country as an adult but accidentally became disabled, but the woman never left him...ah! Such a pure love is really enviable.

But the true thoughts of this pair of young lovers in the eyes of passers-by are completely different from their guesses.

Charlotte plotted in her heart: "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 trying to spy on me? You underestimate the results of my study in the acting training class at the Institute of International Relations!"

He shifted his body weight and pressed towards the female detective. It seemed that because of the other party's kind support, he could not hold the cane, and could only put the pressure of walking on one leg on her.

Charlotte felt the slight pressure on her shoulders, which did not seem to be a disguise...but she still didn't want to believe it.

"Watson, be careful of the threshold under your feet."

The female detective suddenly let go of her hand when she helped Watson cross the threshold, allowing Watson to lose his balance and stumble a few steps and almost fall to the ground. Fortunately, he reacted quickly and held the cane tightly on the ground in time, so he was able to stand firm and not fall upside down in front of the public.

Charlotte, who witnessed this scene, couldn't help but doubt herself... Is it really that I am too suspicious, and Watson has never deceived me? Watson showed a hint of anger, as if he was angry at Charlotte's mischievous behavior, and as if he was embarrassed by his disability because his self-esteem was poked. He angrily shook off the hand of the female detective who was apologizing and extending it again, and said coldly: "No, thank you Miss Charlotte for your kindness, I'd better walk by myself with a cane, I'm afraid I will accidentally step on the threshold when I come out later." Hearing Watson's sarcasm, Charlotte felt a little ashamed, her ears looked a little red, and she didn't continue to move forward, but silently followed Watson, as if to apologize in a gesture of weakness and obedience. Her inner suspicion seemed to have dissipated a part, but it was only a seem. They soon arrived at the top floor of the building where Glover \u0026 Sons was located. It was normal working hours now, and the lobby was crowded with busy office workers. Shouts, inquiries, pens scraping, and typewriters were heard.

Watson now had superhuman vision. He could see the entire floor of the office with just a glance. His eyes swept over the nameplates of each workstation, but he never found the name he learned from Yu Lindi that night - Alexis Kennedy.

He was not sitting in the lobby. Was he a management employee with an independent office?

He recalled Holmes' investigation - on May 18, 1880, Alden, the office manager of Glover and Son, 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 anti-social interests. Interest is the basic motive for committing crimes and the main purpose of committing crimes... In other words, Whoever benefited the most from Alton's death is the number one suspect!

Watson thought to himself, if he guessed correctly, 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 was even very possible He is the man behind the Order of the Flashing Blade!

He walked to the first room in the corridor of Glover and Sons, which was separated from the hall by only a large transparent glass blocked by blinds. It was most suitable for the position of an office manager who needed to monitor the work progress of employees at all times.

Watson pushed open the door of the office manager's room, only to find that there was no one inside. The cold morning wind blew in through the open window.

He looked at the workstation nameplate on his desk, and it actually said - William McConaughey?

"Did I guess wrong? It was not Alexis Kennedy who made Alden disappear and took the opportunity to take a high-level position? So who is the real culprit who murdered Alden???"

Watson really didn't expect to encounter such a dense series of coincidences today, as if the invisible thread of fate was leading them to the truth... But it wasn't until the last moment that fate suddenly told them - I was just driving. Just a joke? !

Just when he was confused, the intuitive moth in his skull suddenly vibrated its wings violently for no reason, as if he was falling and drowning and struggling crazily.

At the same time, he felt a biting chill coming from behind him. The deep chill seemed to seep into his bone marrow. It was like the tip of a cold knife pressed against the back of his neck. The skin sank and pitted due to the pressure. It seems that in the next second it will penetrate the skin, penetrate the spine, cut off the nerves and end the life!

The chills that had failed to rouse Holmes just now were standing on end now!

Watson had never felt such a surge of dangerous hostility in his life. He couldn't help but his muscles were so tense that he was trembling with fear and excitement, and his body was slightly hunched like a beast before it pounces.

He turned around slowly, the five knuckles holding the top of the cane turning white from excessive exertion.

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, as if he had lost too much blood, or as if he was overworked.

His eye sockets were sunken as if he couldn't sleep at night, but those blue eyes were filled with a sharp light that was about to condense into substance, like a sharp blade unsheathed, the light piercing the heart.

This working man was wearing a standard white shirt suit and a pair of handmade Oxford leather shoes with a little dust on them, as if he had just walked out of some ruins.

Recently, the additions to this book's collection have been quite stable, even more stable than the author's updates. The highest number on that day reached a terrifying 250! (Laughs, is this really not a hint from God?)