Father Mavie

Chapter 26 Dillock Holmes (seeking tickets for further reading!!!)

"Father Marvie, you can go."

After listening to Diloc Holmes' reasoning, Inspector McMillan said: "I will send someone to send you back."

In fact, McMillan knew that he should not let Mavie leave the scene before the end of the case, but he believed in Holmes and knew that the case could still be solved even without Mavie's presence.

"Can I stay and listen?" Ma Wei asked: "There is a suspect in the church who is a believer. I want to know the history of the case."

"can."

McMillan nodded: "You are a person involved in the case, and you are qualified to know the ins and outs. Come in with us, as long as you don't disturb Holmes' thinking."

After saying thank you, Ma Wei followed behind them and led Junia into No. 155 South Street. When she came in the afternoon, everything was normal here, but within half a day, Maggie Kris died in the at home.

Ma Wei didn't take pleasure in other people's misfortune, but lamented the impermanence of life.

The gloomy living room was in a mess, fragments of cups and vases were scattered everywhere. The policemen stood with stern faces, holding kerosene lamps in every corner, trying to illuminate the room as much as possible.

The body of Maggie Chrissy was laid flat on the floor and covered with a white cloth. Her 7-year-old daughter hugged Pippi and sat on the sofa, sobbing softly, her eyes full of panic.

"We have not investigated the cause of death."

McMillan said in a deep voice: "The corpse is very strange. Everything looks normal. There is neither trauma nor signs of poisoning. The daughter of the deceased said that her mother was writing a letter in the living room at that time. Halfway through writing, she suddenly went crazy. Shouting, writhing in weird postures, as if doing some kind of weird dance, a few minutes after the onset of symptoms, he fell over and died."

Listening to the inspector's narration, Deloitte Holmes squatted in front of the corpse, and slowly lifted the white cloth with his cane, revealing a grim corpse.

Maggie Chris's eyes were wide open, her mouth was wide open beyond the reach of ordinary people, her hands were as stiff as eagle claws, and her expression froze at the moment of her death.

"Well"

With his pipe in his mouth, Holmes thought for a moment, and asked, "What has she eaten today? What time?"

"Two cups of black tea, three slices of bread with butter, half a piece of bacon and a small piece of cheese, all eaten in the morning and noon, and only a cup of black tea in the afternoon, around five o'clock."

"Where is the black tea?"

Inspector McMillan beckoned, and a policeman immediately came over with a tin can the size of a human head, lifted the lid, and it was filled with tea.

Taking out the magnifying glass from his coat pocket, Holmes began to carefully observe the tea leaves in the jar with the help of the faint light of the kerosene lamp. After looking at them for a while, he put away the magnifying glass, moved to the edge of the jar, and sniffed the smell inside.

"Is there a problem with the tea?" Inspector Macmillan asked.

Holmes didn't answer, but suddenly stretched out his hand, grabbed a few pieces of tea and stuffed them into his mouth, chewed them a few times before spitting them out, and said, "It has a faint musty smell, and it's non-toxic if stored for more than three months."

Macmillan broke out in a cold sweat from his sudden action: "Holmes, can you stop using this method of testing yourself for poison? What if the tea leaves are poisonous?!"

"In my memory, there is no colorless and odorless poison that can make the dead scream like crazy. This kind of poison usually kills people invisible, but the body's mouth, nose and skin will show different symptoms." Holmes Putting down the tea pot, he said flatly, "Maggie Chrissy didn't die from poisoning."

"Do you know the cause of death?"

"In the early years, I saw a similar situation in a remote village in the Voodoo Kingdom. The cause of death could not be found out. The deceased would dance like crazy until he died."

Holmes breathed out a puff of smoke, closed his eyes, and recalled: "The locals call it the wizard's curse. It sounds pretty good, but it's actually someone manipulating scorpions to bite the dead. Jump on a tango and celebrate, don't you?"

".Are you telling a joke?"

"I think it's quite interesting." Holmes smiled. "Generally speaking, there are human factors behind any death cases disguised as witchcraft, magic or retribution, but this case is very strange. Maggie Currie It is true that there is no trace of being bitten by anything on Si's body, let alone being poisoned. I don't know."

"You do not know?!"

McMillan looked at him in shock: "Dilloc Holmes would say that he didn't know?!"

"I am a human being, and if I am a human being, I will have knowledge that I don't understand. This involves my knowledge blind spot."

Shrugging, Holmes expressed that he was also helpless, but
"Although I don't know the specific cause of death, this does not prevent me from finding the murderer. As long as I can catch the murderer, won't everything be revealed? McMillan, go and call the three suspects over."

Under the signal of the superintendent, someone went to summon the three suspects, and while waiting, Junia gently tugged on her father's sleeve and whispered, "Dad, there is a strange thing lying on Mrs. Maggie's body. "

Ma Wei looked at the corpse and found that there was nothing on it except the white cloth. Where did the strange thing come from?
"Really!" Junia said with a jump, "It's looking at you!"

"."

Mavi has absolutely no disbelief, God is standing beside him, such unrealistic things have appeared, is it strange that there is a monster lying on Mrs. Maggie's body?

But he couldn't see it.

In the whole room, except for Junia, I am afraid that no one can see the monster.

"Meow"

His shoulders sank, and Ma Wei felt something jump up. He turned his head, and the tip of his nose hit Fat Orange's huge butt.

"do not move."

Like Junia, Fat Ju stared at the top of Mrs. Maggie's body with a solemn expression.

Xiao Hei also came, and it jumped onto the window sill, one on the left and one on the right with Fat Ju, blocking the two exits of the door and the window respectively, ready to go.

"It looks like a difficult opponent to provoke," Mavi murmured.

"With us and the goddess here, what are you afraid of?"

Fat Ju licked his lips, his eyes were bright: "It's just a brat."

"I'm not afraid, but hurt."

"pain?"

"Can you retract your claws, it's piercing my flesh."

".Feel sorry."

Fat Ju put his paws in his fleshy palms, flicked his tail, his eyes lingered on the corpse, ready to strike.

The police and Sherlock Holmes, who were completely unaware of this, were still waiting for the arrival of the three suspects. The room was eerily quiet, and the sound of burning tobacco shreds could be vaguely heard.

crunch
The noise of the stairs broke the silence, and led by the police, Jacob Valentine, Gilbert Wilkin and the pharmacist Giuseppe Diaz entered the living room and stood in front of Holmes.

"Jacob Valentine stays, and the other two go to the kitchen to wait."

Looking across the faces of the three of them, taking in all the expressions, Holmes said with a smile:
"I'm going to interrogate them separately."

(End of this chapter)