Daily life of an American TV drama agent

"Plastic surgery for women seems to be very popular among ladies, right? At least among the celebrities and wealthy people I know, this kind of thing is normal."

Ron is telling the truth. Not to mention others, even the top beauties in the entertainment industry like Megan Fox who have not yet shown their age will go to take care of themselves every once in a while, while those stars who have started to go downhill, for To maintain a youthful appearance, all kinds of plastic surgery methods are used.

You know, the skin of white people is more likely to show aging than that of yellow people. Therefore, in order to continue to maintain their beauty, ordinary people cannot imagine how much effort celebrities put into that face.

It is no less complex and cumbersome than major surgery.

However, Sherlock didn't pay any attention to Ron. Instead, he lay down on the ground and started sniffing like a professional hunting dog.

No, professional hounds are not as professional as Sherlock, because hounds will only bark when they find an abnormality, but they cannot speak out the abnormality they find, but Sherlock can.

"Superintendent, please come here!" Sherlock waved and called everyone from the bedroom to the hall. Pointing to the blood stains on the ground and the broken glass, he said, "Mrs. Temple should know the attacker. She let him in." of the house.”

"How did you reason this out?"

Ron said with interest. Although it may not be useful, he has always been interested in reasoning.

"There were two shattered cups, as you can see from the size of the fragments, and it was clear that she was being attacked while serving water to guests."

"That's right, if a madman kicks in your door, the normal thing to do is to ask him if he is thirsty and give him a glass of water." Superintendent Grayson's staff said sarcastically.

Sherlock did not answer directly. Instead, he lay down on the ground again and used a pen to take out a piece of glass shard from under the refrigerator. Judging from the shape, it should be the bottom of the cup. Adding the one he had already found, it was exactly two cup bottoms. .

"If you take another look at the shoe print on the door model, you'll see almost imperceptible blood stains, the same as those on the high heels, and if you go and test them, I'm pretty sure it's the victim's blood."

"And it was only after the attack that there could have been blood stains there. Mrs Temple let the gangsters in because they were acquaintances and he was trying to cover it up by kicking the door when he went out. Also, he took certain items from the living room. thing."

"How do you know this?"

Watson asked, and Ron raised his hand proactively: "I know this. Looking at the sofa and table in the living room, it is a symmetrical layout, so the things on the right table and the left table should be about the same, but there are less on the left. I got a box, what kind of box is that?”

Just as the victim's husband walked over, Ron looked directly at him questioningly.

"I can't remember, maybe it was a jewelry box."

"What's going on? What does it mean that the kidnapper took away a jewelry box?" Miss Watson was confused.

Sherlock's face darkened: "Kidnappers never take trophies, but murderers do."

"No body found, genius!" the detective who had just mocked Sherlock took the opportunity to taunt.

"There's no blood on the front door or in the corridor. It's hard to do that when you kidnap someone with an injured artery, isn't it?" Ron took the initiative to say something for Sherlock and turned to look at Inspector Grayson: "Are you sure your people have searched every corner of this house? I think there should be a secret room in this house, and Sherlock should have the same opinion as me."

Sherlock nodded in agreement.

Now Grayson looked embarrassed: "Of course, my men have searched every place, but they didn't find the secret room you mentioned."

Of course, Grayson knew very well who Ron was. He could even be said to be one of the most powerful people in Los Angeles. It was thanks to Ron that he came to Los Angeles from a police station in a small rural area. But just now The first case I handled was embarrassing in front of the boss...

He can't afford to lose this person!

"Look, everyone, look for me! Even if you lift up every floor and check, you still have to find the secret room for me!"

Although Inspector Grayson is a good policeman, at his age he knows how to behave better. If the boss said there is a secret room here, then there must be a secret room.

If not, then let your men dig out a secret room at night!

But fortunately, it doesn’t have to be so troublesome now.

Sherlock walked into the master bedroom, took a few steps forward along the bed, then turned back, his eyes suddenly lit up.

"What? Did you find anything?" Ron asked with interest.

"The secret room is right here!" Sherlock pointed to the wall behind: "And I'm sure Mrs. Temple is in it."

"The question is how to get in?"

"This is easy~" No one knew where Ron took out a box, took out a piece of plasticine-like thing and put it on the wall, then inserted a metal pipe on it and turned around: "Can you guys Stay away, it’s a bit dangerous if you get too close.”

Only then did Grayson remember Ron's nickname as the Explosive Maniac, and quickly stopped him: "Wait! Ron, there's no need. Sherlock will be able to find the secret room switch right away, right?"

He couldn't help but be nervous. Ron's nickname as the Explosive Maniac was not for nothing. It was said that whether he was facing terrorists or people who did not pay taxes, he would always blow people up until they were half cooked before interrogating him. If this was the case, There is really a secret room behind the wall. After he blows it up, there will be nothing left, and there is still a thread to check.

"Yes, that's right." Sherlock touched behind the bedside table, felt a bump and pressed it.

"Crack." The wall cracked, revealing a secret room containing a corpse arranged into a strange swastika shape.

"Sometimes I hate myself for always being right."

There is no doubt that the husband of the deceased became the biggest suspect and immediately bought a pair of silver bracelets.

"Well done, keep up the hard work, Sherlock." Ron patted Sherlock on the shoulder with satisfaction. Isn't that why he got Sherlock out of prison?

What? You mean European castles? What does that have to do with Ron?

It’s just a small gift from a father who cares about his son to his son’s best friend~

"I feel like I forgot something. Forget it. Let's go eat." Ron stretched at the door of the murder scene.

On the other side, in the underground steam tunnel, Sheldon and Raj knocked on the iron door frantically: "Ron! Open the door quickly! Let us out!"

"Sorry, Ron isn't here right now."

"Then open the door for us! Let us out! It's too scary here."

"No problem, but the key is with Ron. I'm going to find him to get the key now." With that said, Gizelle pressed the mouse button on the remote control with a smirk on her face.

A cry of "squeak" appeared at Sheldon's feet. He and Raj looked at each other and lowered their heads with pale faces.

"Ah~~~"