Chapter 112 Two months of case, you only have three seconds?

Bang, bang, bang! ! !

"Have you become a primitive man now?"

The door was opened quickly, and a gust of wind made Kaisen roll his eyes and press his hat.

"Look at this, I'll take you to know again, what is... doorbell, you don't know how to use this thing now?"

Sherlock looked at Kaisen knocking on the door under the quilt, and pointed at the doorbell at the door very considerately from under the quilt.

"When can you put on your clothes... It seems that no one has reported you for being unsightly during my absence..."

"Because this is my home."

Sherlock finally made way and let Kaisen walk into the house.

"Should I say thank you?"

"Of course."

"Then I really thank you, the great Mr. Sherlock Holmes." Kaisen sat on the sofa and put the wine in his hand on the coffee table.

"Of course you should thank me, because normal people shouldn't let you in... and don't touch my furniture, it will never appear on your desk as long as I live."

Kaysen put a small statue back on the cabinet with some embarrassment.

"Okay, come and try the wine I brought."

"I don't like it, take it away." Sherlock quickly took the wine away and put it in the cabinet and said.

"......You let me take it away?"

"Take it away, but please don't touch my cabinet. Last time you came and ate three bags of cucumber-flavored potato chips that I smuggled from Asia... no... bought on behalf of others. I will never forgive you."

"Thank you so much, you still remember it."

"Of course I remember it, I even know why you came to me... But I won't help you, absolutely not. Detectives are logical, so I won't help you." Sherlock sat on the chair wrapped in a quilt and hummed.

".... Where are the peanuts?" Kaisen changed the subject with some embarrassment.

"I went on a date."

"With a woman?"

".....Yes, with a woman."

"Puff!"

"If you laugh again, I'll go to the kitchen and make a pot of hot cocoa to make a mold of your face."

"You know, I just remembered something happy." Kaisen still used this fucked-up excuse that he had said countless times.

"Please don't use your non-existent wife to prevaricate me. To be honest, people like you are really suitable for a lonely life. I can't believe how miserable your other half will be if you find love, because she or he will get pregnant in your mouth nine hundred and thirteen times in a year."

"OK...No, absolutely not." Kaisen held back his smile and endured Sherlock's endless accusations against him.

"You really should try the wine. To be honest, the wine is good."

"In fact, I don't want to...I am very worried about the hygiene of the two bottles of wine."

".......Then you return it to me?"

"I can still choose to water the flowers...or you can choose to exchange."

Kaysen rolled his eyes, stood up from the sofa helplessly, and walked towards his own house next door.

Back to the workshop on the second floor, he took out an empty red wine bottle from the corner, poured pure water, purple version of food coloring, a certain amount of edible alcohol, oak flavor, red wine flavor, hop solvent, Burgundy flavor, stirred evenly, bottled and labeled.

In this way, a zero-natural pure Burgundy wine was made!

[Don't imitate, don't imitate, don't imitate! ! ! ]

Returned to Sherlock's house next door and put the wine in front of him.

At this time, Sherlock had put on his clothes, took a high-foot glass from the cabinet, poured the red wine into it, and just shook it and fell into deep thought.

"Your glasses."

Kasen took off his monocle: "This? What's wrong?"

The next moment Sherlock saw the opportunity and quickly poured the wine in the glass on Kaisen's face, and the latter quickly turned his body to the side.

"You are still playing this ridiculous trick?"

Sherlock sneered.

"Well... where did you see it from?" Kaisen asked a little confused.

Sherlock poured another glass and pushed it over.

Kaisen looked at it, shook it, and took it and found that the wine shook like water. He slapped his forehead: "Ah, forget about it. Next time I'll add some sugar and it will stick to the cup. Don't mind it."

"......................."

"......................"

"If you don't refuse, I will ask directly."

Kaisen took out a note from his arms. This is a note that he had replaced all kinds of things with nouns that Sherlock could understand in advance.

"Let me see, I have a very difficult case now. About sixty or seventy years ago, in a castle, a female victim died in the women's restroom."

"I am Detective Sherlock, I am not a god sent by God to take care of the world." Sherlock said speechlessly.

"OKOK, the female victim should have been crying in the women's restroom at that time, and then she suddenly heard a male voice. The female victim just wanted to turn back to remind the man that this was the women's restroom, and then she was shot and killed. What I want to ask is that the man has a secret base in the castle. Where is that base?" Kaisen added.

"What is the character of that man?"

"Polite, but a beast in human form."

"The base should be in the women's restroom. A person who is polite and a beast in human form means that although he has no conscience, he at least values ​​his appearance or his image in the eyes of outsiders."

"If this kind of person is logical, he will not go to the women's restroom for no reason, unless there is a reason for him to enter the women's restroom, such as his secret base is in a women's restroom." Sherlock said without even thinking.

".............What the hell?"

"Didn't you hear it clearly?" Sherlock frowned.

"I heard it clearly, and then.........it's so simple?"

"I thought the case you mentioned might be interesting, but I didn't expect..." Sherlock shook his head and said.

"..............I didn't expect you to spend more than two months studying the problem..."

"About three seconds, I figured it out about five seconds before you said polite and a beast in human form. I asked you that question just in case the murderer you mentioned is a pervert who likes to break into the women's restroom." Sherlock said.