"Father Mavey, you can go."
After listening to Duroch Holmes's reasoning, Inspector Macmillan said: "I will send someone to take you back."
In fact, Macmillan knew that he should not let Mavey 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 Mavey being present.
"Can I stay and observe?" Ma Wei asked: "There is a suspect inside who is a church member. I want to know the case."
"Can."
MacMillan nodded: "You are a person related to the case and are qualified to know the ins and outs. Come in with us and don't disturb Holmes' thinking."
After saying thank you, Ma Wei followed them and took Yunia into 155 South Street. When they came in the afternoon, everything was normal here. However, less than half a day later, Maggie Chris died. At home.
Ma Wei did not gloat about his misfortune, but lamented the impermanence of life.
The dark living room was in a mess, with fragments of cups and vases scattered everywhere. Policemen stood in every corner with stern faces and kerosene lamps, trying to light up the room as much as possible.
Maggie Kris's body was laid flat on the floor and covered with a white cloth. Her 7-year-old daughter was holding Pippi and sobbing softly on the sofa, her eyes full of panic.
"We have not determined the cause of death."
MacMillan said in a deep voice: "The body was very strange. Everything looked normal. There was no trauma or signs of poisoning. The deceased's daughter said that her mother was writing a letter in the living room at the time. In the middle of writing, she suddenly went crazy. He was yelling and twisting in weird postures, as if he was doing some weird dance. A few minutes after the onset of symptoms, he fell down and died."
Listening to the inspector's narration, Diloch Holmes squatted in front of the corpse and slowly lifted the white cloth with his cane, revealing a corpse with a hideous appearance.
Maggie Chris's eyes were wide open, her mouth was wide open to an extent that was difficult for ordinary people to achieve, her hands were as stiff as eagle talons, and her expression froze at the moment of her death.
"Well...."
Holding his pipe in his mouth, Holmes thought for a moment and asked: "What has she eaten today? Where is the time?"
"Two cups of black tea, three slices of buttered bread, half a piece of bacon and a small piece of cheese, all in the morning and noon. I only had a cup of black tea in the afternoon, around 5 o'clock."
"Where is the black tea?"
Inspector MacMillan waved his hand, and a policeman immediately came over with an iron can the size of a human head. He opened the lid and found that it was all filled with tea leaves.
Taking out the magnifying glass from his coat pocket, Holmes began to use the weak light of the kerosene lamp to carefully observe the tea leaves in the jar. After looking at it for a while, he put away the magnifying glass, leaned over to the jar, and smelled the smell inside.
"Is there something wrong with the tea?" asked Inspector Macmillan.
Holmes did not answer. He suddenly reached out, grabbed a few tea leaves and stuffed them into his mouth. He chewed them twice and spit them out. He said, "It has a faint musty smell. It has been stored for more than three months...it is not poisonous."
Macmillan was startled by his sudden move and broke into a cold sweat: "Holmes, can you not use this method of testing poison on yourself? What if the tea leaves are poisonous?!"
"In my memory, there is no colorless and odorless poison that can make the deceased scream like crazy. This poison usually kills invisible, but the mouth, nose and skin of the corpse will show different symptoms." Holmes Putting down the tea can, he said calmly: "Maggie Chrissy was not poisoned to death."
"Do you know the cause of death?"
"In the early years, I saw a similar situation in a remote countryside of the Voodoo Kingdom. The cause of death could not be found. The deceased would dance like crazy until he died."
Holmes exhaled a puff of smoke, closed his eyes, and recalled: "The locals call it the wizard's curse. It sounds like it. In fact, someone controls a scorpion to bite the dead. If a scorpion suddenly crawls into your clothes, you will have to Let’s celebrate by dancing a tango, right?”
"...Are you telling a joke?"
"I think it's quite interesting." Holmes smiled: "Generally speaking, any death case disguised as witchcraft, magic or retribution has human factors behind it, but this case is very strange... Maggie ·There are indeed no traces of being bitten by anything on Chris, let alone being poisoned...I don’t know.”
"you do not know?!"
Macmillan looked at him in shock: "Dyloch Holmes would actually say that he didn't know?!"
"I am a human being, and as a human being I will have knowledge that I do not understand. This involves my knowledge blind spot."
Shrugging, Holmes said 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 the murderer can be caught, won't everything be revealed? MacMillan, go call the three suspects."
At the signal of the police inspector, someone went to summon the three suspects. While waiting, Yunia gently pulled her father's sleeve and whispered: "Dad, there is a strange thing lying on Mrs. Maggie's body. "
Ma Wei looked at the body and found that there was nothing on it except white cloth. Where did that strange thing come from?
"Really!" Yunia jumped and said, "It's looking at you!"
"..."
Ma Wei definitely didn't believe it. God was standing beside him. Such unrealistic things 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 Yunia, probably no one could see the monster.
"Meow...."
His shoulders sank and Ma Wei felt something jump up. He turned his head and the tip of his nose bumped into Fat Orange's huge ass.
"do not move."
Like Yunia, Fat Orange stared at Mrs. Maggie's body... above with a solemn expression.
Xiao Hei also came. He jumped up on the window sill, blocking the doorway and the window with Fat Orange on the left and right respectively, ready to go.
"It looks like he is a difficult opponent to deal with..." Ma Wei murmured.
"With us and the goddess here, what are you afraid of?"
Fat Orange licked his lips, his eyes bright: "It's just a little devil."
"I'm not afraid, but it hurts."
"pain?"
"Can you retract your claws? They're piercing my flesh."
"....Feel sorry."
Fat Orange put his claws into his fleshy palms, swung his tail, and kept his eyes lingering on the corpse, ready to take action.
The police and 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 could be vaguely heard.
Crunch...crunch...
The strange noise on the stairs broke the silence. Under the leadership of the police, Jacob Valentine, Gilbert Wilkin and pharmacist Giuseppe Diaz walked into the living room and stood in front of Holmes.
"Jacob Valentine stays, and the other two go to the kitchen and wait."
His eyes swept over the faces of the three people and took in all their expressions. Holmes smiled and said:
"I want to interrogate them separately."
