I think I should choose less sensational cases and more typical cases to reflect the outstanding intellect of my friend Sherlock Holmes. Unfortunately, sensationalism and crime cannot be completely separated. I

For this reason, he is in a dilemma: either sacrifice some details that are essential to his narrative and add a fictional imagination to the problems of the case, or abandon the opportunity to use the obtained materials. After this concise opening remarks, I will

I opened my records and took a look at this horrific and bizarre event.

One day in August, the sun was blazing, and Baker Street was like a furnace. The refracted sunlight on the yellow brick walls of the houses across the street made people's eyes hurt. In winter, these brick walls are shrouded in hazy fog.

The changes in the four seasons were unbelievable. The blinds in the room were half lowered, and Holmes was curled up on the sofa, holding the letter delivered by the early morning postman in his hand, reading it over and over again. As for me, because of the

Having worked in India, I have developed a physique that is not afraid of cold but not hot. The temperature of 90 degrees Fahrenheit is nothing to me. The content of the morning newspaper recently is boring, the House of Representatives has adjourned, and people have gone out of the city. I

Longing for a holiday in the New Forest or on the South Sea coast, I had to postpone it on the grounds that my bank balance was exhausted. As for my friend, he was not interested in the countryside or the seaside. He preferred to stay here.

In a city with a population of 5 million, he extends his keen tentacles to every corner, detecting every rumor and doubt that needs his answer. Although he is extremely talented, he lacks the feeling of appreciating nature. Only when the object of his investigation comes from the city

When the bad guys moved to the countryside, he had to breathe the fresh air of the countryside.

Holmes was now engrossed in turning over the letter, and had been silent all this time. I threw the dull paper aside, and leaned back in my chair, deep in thought, when my companion suddenly spoke.

"You are right, Watson," he said. "It is indeed a most absurd way of settling a dispute."

"The most ridiculous!" I exclaimed, because he said what I wanted to say in my heart. I straightened up from my chair and stared at him in surprise.

"How do you know that, Holmes?" I cried. "This is beyond my expectation!"

Looking at my confused expression, Holmes laughed loudly.

"Do you remember that not long ago I read you a short article by Edgar Allan Poe, in which a man also said what his companion was thinking. You thought at the time that this was just a kind of sensationalism by the author.

Writing techniques, I said that I often have the same reasoning habits, but you didn’t believe it at the time.”

"Then what did I say?" I asked strangely.

"No, Watson, although your mouth said nothing, your eyebrows told me everything. When I saw you drop the newspaper and begin to think deeply, I was very glad to have the opportunity to make inferences about your psychology, and

Finally interrupt your thoughts and let you know that I am actually paying attention to you all the time."

"But I still can't believe this is true. I remember it was mentioned in the novel you read to me." I said, "His companion tripped over a pile of stones, and then looked up at the stars.

Similar movements, but I have been sitting quietly without any movement, what clues did this give you?"

"You thought you didn't move, but you really did yourself a disservice. In fact, facial expressions are also a way for people to express their emotions, and your facial expressions are a faithful reaction from your heart."

"You mean you analyzed my thoughts from my facial expressions?" I asked curiously.

"Yes, it can be seen from your facial expression, especially from your eyes. I think you can't remember now how you started to fall into deep thought?"

"Indeed, I really can't remember."

"Oh, Watson, it doesn't matter if you can't remember it. I just want to make it clear that the logic of reasoning is actually very superficial. If you hadn't expressed disbelief that day, I would not have interrupted your train of thought with my own reasoning.

. However, I now have a small problem to solve. I believe it must be more difficult than my previous attempt at thinking explanation. There is a report in the newspaper today saying that Miss Cushing, who lives in Eden Cross Street, received

There is a box containing something unexpected, do you see it?"

"No, I didn't see it." I immediately looked at him with concern.

"Then you must have missed it. Hand me the newspaper. Look, it's here, under the financial column. Please read it out loud for me."

I picked up the newspaper he threw to me and read the paragraph he specified. The title of the news was "A Horrible Package".

Miss Susan Cushing, who lives in Cross Street, Croydon, was unfortunate enough to be the victim of a heinous prank. If it was not a prank, then it must have had a more sinister intention. Yesterday at 2 p.m.

, the postman delivered a package wrapped in brown paper to Miss Cushing. The package contained a cardboard box, but the box was filled with coarse salt. When Miss Cushing opened the coarse salt, she was so frightened that her face turned pale.

Inside were two human ears that had obviously been recently cut off. The package had been sent from the Belfast post office the morning before, and the sender's name was not written on it. What made people feel strange was that Miss Cushing was

A 50-year-old spinster has been living a solitary life with few friends, and rarely receives packages. However, a few years ago, when she lived in Penchi, she rented several rooms to

Three medical students were forced to move out because they lived an irregular and noisy life. The police believed that these three young men might have carried out this crude prank. Out of resentment, they decided to perform an autopsy.

The relics in the room were sent to her for the purpose of intimidation. There are also other opinions that among these young people, there is a Northern Ireland man who is the most suspected. According to Miss Cushing, this person is from Belfast.

People. The police are currently actively investigating this incident. The person in charge of this case is the outstanding investigation police officer Mr. Lestrade.

"That is all that is said in the Daily Journal," said Holmes, after I had finished reading the paper. "Now let us come to Lestrade, of whom I received a letter this morning." Contents of the letter

as follows:

I believe you must be very good at this case. We are currently trying our best to investigate this incident, but the progress is not going well. We have contacted the Belfast Post Office, and there were many packages sent that day. We cannot identify or recall the mailing address.

The name of the person who sent it. This half-pound box of nectar tobacco will not help us at all. Medical students are still the biggest suspects. If you can spare a few precious hours, I will very much look forward to your visit! I

If you're not at home, you're at the police station.

"How about it, Watson? Would you like to go with me to Croydon in spite of the heat, and add a few more pages to your notebook?"

"Just what I want." I agreed happily.

"That's great. Please ring the bell and ask them to bring our boots, and then call a carriage. I'll come over after I've changed my clothes and packed my tobacco box." I replied, "Okay.

!" So, the arrangements were made according to his instructions.

After we got on the train, it rained for a while. Croydon was not as hot as the city. Before leaving, Holmes had sent a telegram to Lestrade to pick us up at the station. When he saw him, he was as calm as ever.

As usual energetic and capable as a detective, after walking for about 5 minutes, we arrived at Cross Street where Miss Cushing lived.

This is a very long street, with two-story brick houses on both sides of the street, clean and neat. The steps in front of the houses have been worn into white, and groups of women wearing scarves are chatting at the door.

After walking half a street, Lestrade stopped to knock on the door of one of the houses. A young maid opened the door, and we were taken to the front hall, where Miss Cushing was sitting. She had a gentle face and a charming temperament.

She has a pair of big, quiet eyes and gentle gray curly hair hanging from her temples. There is a basket on her knees filled with various kinds of silk threads.

"That horrible thing is in the outhouse." She shouted to us as we entered, "Please take it away!"

"It will be taken away, Miss Cushing. The reason I have left it with you for the time being is just so that my friend Holmes can examine it in front of you."

"Why are you checking in front of me, officer?"

"He might ask you some questions."

"As I said, I know nothing about the matter, and you can't get any clues out of it by asking me questions," said Miss Cushing, with an air of disgust.

"Yes, ma'am," said Holmes, comforting her, "I believe the matter has troubled you enough."

"Yes, sir. I like quiet, so I have been living a secluded life. It was a terrible thing for me to see my name in the newspaper and then the police came. I don't want to

Leave this thing here with me, Mr. Lestrade, and if you want to see it, go and see it in the outhouse!"

In the small garden behind the house, there was a small shed. Lestrade took out a yellow cardboard box, a piece of brown paper and a piece of string. We sat down on the stone bench at the end of the garden path. Holmes

He took the thing from Lestrade's hand and looked at it carefully.

"The rope is very interesting." He said, holding the rope up to the light for inspection, and sniffing it with his nose: "What do you think this rope is made of, Mr. Lestrade?"

"It was tarred."

"Exactly, a tarred hemp rope. I believe you have also noticed that Miss Cushing cut the rope with scissors. It can be seen from the wear and tear on the two sections. This is very important."

"I don't see what's important about it," said Lestrade.

"The important thing is to retain the way of tying the knot. The way of tying this knot is also very special."

"I've noticed this too, it's very delicate." Lestrade answered proudly.

"Let's talk about the rope first!" Holmes said with a smile, "Now let's check the wrapping paper. The kraft paper still has a distinct smell of coffee on it. Have you checked it? You must not have checked it. The address is written in

Very messy: 'Collected by Miss S. Cushing, Croydon Cross'. The pen used for writing is very thick, probably a J-brand, and the ink is very poor. The word 'Croydon' was originally spelled

The letter is 'i', but later it became 'y'. This font was obviously written by a man. It can be seen that this package was sent by a man, and this man was not well educated and had no interest in Croydon.

Not familiar with it. Very well, so far, everything is going well. Let’s take a look at the box. It is a half-pound box containing manna tobacco. There is a fingerprint in the lower left corner of the box, and there are no other obvious marks. It contains

Coarse salt that preserves animal skins or other crude products, and look at this strange thing buried in the salt!"

As he spoke, Holmes took out the two ears, placed them on his knees, and examined them carefully. Lestrade and I each bent over this terrible relic, and from time to time looked at our companion.

That deep and urgent face. Finally, he put them back into the box and began to meditate.

"You have all seen," he said at last, "these two ears are not a pair."

"Yes, we have noticed it before. If it is really the fault of those students in the medical school, they can easily find the two mismatched ears."

"Yes, but this is not a prank."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, according to speculation, it is definitely not a prank. The corpses in the autopsy room will be injected with antiseptic, and there are no traces of injection on these two ears. If it was done by students, this would not be the case. And

, people who study medicine will only use carbolic acid or distilled alcohol for embalming, and will not use coarse salt. I repeat, this is definitely not a prank, but a serious crime."

Holmes's words, and his serious and cold face, made me shudder. This cold opening seemed to cast an indescribable, strange and terrifying shadow on this incident. However, Lestri

De shook his head doubtfully.

"It is undeniable that the hoax theory is untenable," he said. "But, Mr. Holmes, your other theory is even more improbable. For nearly twenty years, this lady has been living in Pench.

She lived a quiet and respectable life, and she never left home during this period. Why would the criminal send her the evidence of the crime? Especially since, like us, she knew very little about it.

Unless her acting talent is extremely high."

"That is the problem we have to solve," said Holmes. "That is what I intend to do, and I think my argument is correct. It is a double murder. For one of the ears is a woman's, delicate in shape, and pierced through.

The other one was a man's, very tanned and discolored, and it also went through the ear piercing. These two people are probably dead, otherwise we should have heard what happened to them long ago. Today is Friday,

The package was posted on Thursday morning, so the murder may have occurred on Wednesday or Tuesday, or even earlier. If these two people had been murdered, besides the signal of the murder that the murderer would have conveyed to Miss Cushing,

Who is there? We can assume that the person who sent the package is the person we are looking for, but what is his purpose in sending the package to Miss Cushing? He must want to tell her that the matter has been completed, or to let her know

She was heartbroken. This infers that Miss Cushing must know who this person is, but does she know? I doubt it. Because if she really knew, she would not report it to the police. She could bury her ears and let the matter go.

In this way, no one will find out. If she really wants to cover up the criminal, she will do it. However, if she does not want to cover up the criminal, she will name him. This is the problem and we need to find out.

bright."

When Holmes first began to speak, he looked blankly at the garden fence outside, and his voice was always high and urgent. But now, he suddenly stood up briskly and walked towards the inner room.

"A few questions may I ask Miss Cushing?" he said.

"Then I'll take my leave first," Lestrade said. "I still have some small matters to deal with, and I don't think I need to ask Miss Cousin anything more. Mr. Holmes, if you're done, you can go directly

Go to the police station and find me."

"We will drop by to see you when we go back," said Holmes.

After a while, Holmes followed me into the front room, where the quiet lady was quietly embroidering her chair cover. When she saw us entering the room, she stopped what she was doing and put the chair cover on her knees.

, looking at us calmly and exploratively with her gentle blue eyes.

"I firmly believe, sir," she said, "that this is definitely a misunderstanding. The package was not addressed to me at all. I have told that Scotland Yard officer many times, but he laughed every time.

I know clearly that I have never had an enemy in this world, so why would someone play tricks on me like this?"

"I think so too, Miss Cousin." Holmes said, sitting on the chair next to her. "I think it might be..." Suddenly, he stopped, and I was surprised to see Holmes staring closely.

Looking at the lady's side face, for a moment, his eager face showed an expression of surprise and joy. When she raised her head and looked at him, Holmes immediately returned to his original calm and serious expression. I carefully

I looked at Miss Cushing, with her smooth gray hair, neat cap, golden earrings, and gentle face, but could not see what could possibly cause my companion to be suddenly so excited.

"There are one or two questions that need..."

"Ah, I'm tired of these questions!" Miss Cushing looked a little impatient.

"I think you should have two sisters."

"How did you know?"

"The moment I entered the house, I saw the photo of the three ladies placed on the fireplace. One of them was undoubtedly you, and the other two looked very similar to you. Your relationship is self-evident.

"

"You are right, they are my sisters, Sarah and Mary."

"There is a photo next to me. It should have been taken by your sister in Liverpool. There is also a man in the photo. Judging from the uniform, he should be a crew member on the ocean liner. I guess they were not married at that time, right?"

"Your observation skills are very keen."

"I make this my career."

"You are right, but she married Mr. Bronner a few days later. When this photo was taken, he was working on the South American route. Because he loved her so much and couldn't bear the long separation, he transferred to

Liverpool - working on sea vessels on the London route."

"Oh, it looks like the Conqueror, right?"

"No, I heard it was the 'May Day' ship. Jim came to visit me once before, that was before he started quitting. Then he started drinking. He drank as soon as he got ashore, and became alcoholic and crazy when he drank. Alas, since he started drinking again

After he started drinking, life became difficult. At first, he just stopped communicating with me, and then he and Sarah also had a quarrel. Now Mary doesn't write to me anymore, so I don't understand them now.

life situation.”

It was obvious that Miss Cushing, like many people who live a solitary life, would be very reserved when talking to strangers at first, but once the topic of her deep feelings was brought up, she would become eloquent. She

She told us a lot about her brother-in-law who was a waiter on a cruise ship, and then brought the topic to the tenants who were medical students and talked about them for a long time. She also told us the names of those students.

, which hospital he worked in? Holmes listened carefully to every word and asked a few questions from time to time.

"Your second sister Sarah is also unmarried?" he asked, "Since you are both single, why don't you live together?"

"You feel strange, that's because you don't know Sarah's temper. We tried to live together before when we arrived in Croydon. It wasn't until two months ago that we had to separate. It's not that I was there.

She speaks ill of my own sister behind her back, but she is really difficult to get along with because she is too nosy."

"You just said she had a quarrel with your relative in Liverpool?"

"Yes, they got along very well for a while, and she went there just to be close to them, but now she doesn't have a good word to say about Jim Bronner. The last six months she's been living here

, except that he was addicted to alcohol and loved to play tricks. I guess maybe it was because Jim discovered her nosy habit and scolded her, so the conflict arose. "

"Thank you very much, Miss Cushing!" Holmes stood up and nodded politely to her.

"You mentioned just now that your sister lives in Wallington New Street, right? So, we take our leave. As you said, you are being disturbed by something unrelated. I am deeply sorry for this.

Expressing uneasiness."

We left the house, and as we were walking out the door a carriage passed by, and Holmes immediately called to the driver.

"Excuse me, how far is it to Warrington?" he asked.

"Less than a kilometer, sir."

"Very well, Watson, get in the car. We should get on with it at once. Although the case is simple, there are one or two details of great significance that we need to figure out. Coachman, please stop for a moment when you arrive at the door of the telegraph office."

Holmes got out of the car and sent a brief telegram. During the rest of the journey, he kept leaning on the carriage seat and tilted his hat above his nose to block the sunlight that was shining on him. The coachman stopped the carriage at a house with us.

In front of a house that was very similar to the one he just left. My friend asked the coachman to wait nearby. Just as he was about to knock on the door, the door suddenly opened. A man wearing black clothes and a very tall hat came out.

A young gentleman in a glossy hat and a serious expression.

"Is Miss Cushing at home?" asked Holmes.

"Miss Sarah Cushing has a very serious brain disease," he said. "This disease started yesterday and is very serious. As his medical consultant, I will not allow anyone to visit her for ten days." He wore a hat.

Good gloves, closed the door, and strode away.

"If you can't see it, just see it!" Holmes said happily.

"Perhaps she can't provide us with much useful information."

"I never expected to get any clues from her mouth, I just wanted to see her. However, I think I have got the information I want. Coachman, now take us to a better hotel

Hotel, we need to have a hearty lunch, and then we will go to the police station to visit our beloved Chief Lestrade."

We had a light dinner in good spirits, during which Holmes talked to me only about the violin and nothing else. He told me with great interest how he had bought it from a trustee for only fifty-five shillings.

A Jewish broker in Turnham Palace Road bought a Stradivarius violin worth at least 500 guineas; then he talked about Paganini from the violin. We stayed in the hotel for a day

For one hour, while drinking red wine, I listened to Holmes telling me various anecdotes about this outstanding artist. The afternoon passed quickly, the hot sunshine faded, and a soft sunset began to appear on the horizon. At this time we arrived at the police station

, Lestrade was already waiting for us at the door early.

"Here is your telegram, Mr. Holmes," he said.

"The call back is here!" After he tore open the telegram and read it, he crumpled it into a ball and stuffed it into his pocket.

"It's as I expected." He said happily.

"Did you find anything?"

"Everything has come to light."

"What did you say?" Lestrade looked astonished: "You are not kidding!"

"I am more serious than I have ever been. This is a horrific case and I think I have all the facts now."

"So who's the culprit?"

Holmes wrote a few words quickly on the back of his card and threw it to Lestrade.

"That's the name of the criminal," he said, "but you can't arrest him until tomorrow night at the earliest. In this case, I'd rather you didn't mention my name at all, because I only want to be involved in the slightly more difficult cases.

Let's go now, Watson." We walked towards the station, leaving Lestrade looking excitedly at the business card with the name of the criminal on it that Holmes threw to him.

"Let's talk about this case!" Holmes mentioned when we were smoking cigars in our house on Baker Street that evening, "and the investigation situation of "Inquiry into the Mystery of Scarlet" and "The Sign of Four" that you wrote before.

Again, we are forced to deduce the cause from the effect. I have written to Lestrade asking him to provide us with the details we need now, which of course will only be known after he has successfully arrested the criminal. Although

He has no talent for reasoning, but he still does a good job in arresting people. Once he knows what he is going to do, he will continue to do it as tenaciously as a hunting dog. Indeed, it is precisely because of this tenacity

, will put him in a high position at Scotland Yard."

"So, this case is not over yet?" I asked.

"It's basically over. We already know who the criminal is, but we still don't know the situation of one of the victims in the case. Of course, I believe you have your own answer in your mind."

"Well, I guess the object of your suspicion should be Jim Bronner, the steward of the Liverpool cruise ship and Mary's husband!"

"It's more than just suspicion."

"However, other than some vague signs pointing to him, I saw no other clear evidence."

On the contrary, in my eyes, the evidence couldn't be more obvious. Let me explain briefly. When we first came into contact with this case, we had no idea at all, but this was undoubtedly an advantageous condition. We had no preconceived notions.

Just making inferences from observation. What was the first thing we saw? A kind and respectable woman who didn't seem to want to keep any secrets. Then we saw the photo that hinted that she had two sisters. At that time

The thought immediately flashed into my mind: could that box be addressed to one of them? I put this thought aside because there was no clear evidence to confirm or disprove it, and we went to the garden.

, do you remember, we saw those very strange things in the yellow paper box.

I checked and found that the rope was the kind used by sail-sewers on ocean ships, and I also smelled a fishy smell of sea water. Didn't I say that the knot was strange? Because the knot was tied in the way sailors usually tied it.

the knot was knotted; the package was mailed from a port; the man's ears were pierced, and pierced earrings appear more frequently among sailors than among workers on land. Therefore, I firmly believe that all the male actors in this tragedy

All come from seafarers.

When I next looked at the address on the package, I found that it was addressed to Miss S. Cushing. The eldest of the three sisters was, of course, Miss Cushing, but not only did her initials read 'S

', the other two sisters also have such abbreviations. It can be seen that our investigation should be carried out from a completely new basis. My visit is to find out this matter. Do you remember, when I was about to ask

When Miss Cushing was vouching for it, she suddenly stopped talking. Because I saw something that shocked me greatly and at the same time greatly narrowed the scope of our investigation.

Watson, as a doctor, you should know very well that no part of the human body is as diverse as the ears. Everyone's ears are different, which is common sense. In the "Journal of Anthropology" published last year, you can read

to the two short articles I published on this issue. I examined the two ears in the carton with a professional eye and analyzed their anatomical characteristics. So when I saw Miss Cushing's ears

At that time, I found that the ears of the woman I had examined were very similar. I was shocked at the time. This could not be a coincidence. The very short ear wings, the large curvature of the upper ear, and the convolution of the inner ear cartilage

The curl shapes are very similar. Judging from various features, they are almost the same ear.

I immediately realized that this discovery was very important. The victim was related to Miss Cushing by blood. There was no doubt that she was probably very close. I began to talk to her about her family situation.

He informed us of some very valuable information.

First, her sister's name is Sarah, because they lived together not long ago and have the same address. It's self-evident where the misunderstanding started and who the package was addressed to. Then we hear that the third child is getting married.

I gave it to the waiter on the cruise ship and learned that he once got along very well with Sarah. Sarah went to Liverpool and lived with the Bronner family. Later, a quarrel may have worsened their relationship. Over the past few months,

They severed all contact. Therefore, if Bronner wanted to send a package to Sarah, it would be sent to her original address.

Well, we are getting closer to the truth. We already know that this passenger ship seaman named Bronner is emotional and impulsive - he gave up a well-paying job to be with his wife - and he

After quitting sobriety, he became addicted to alcohol. We have reason to believe that his wife has been killed, and a man who may be a sailor was also killed at the same time. This immediately reminds people of love murder, and the motive for the crime is jealousy. So

, why should evidence of the murder be sent to Sarah? Perhaps it was her meddling in her own business while living in Liverpool that led to this tragedy. You have to know, the ships on the route where Bronner worked

Stopping at places such as Belfast, Dublin and Waterford, assuming that the murderer is Bronner, and he can get on the "Mayday" after committing the crime, then he can send the terrifying package with threats

The first dock is Belfast.

At this stage of the investigation, it is obvious that there is a second possibility. Although I think this possibility does not exist, I still want to raise it. It is also possible that the man's ear belongs to Mr. Bronner, a lovelorn man.

The lover killed the couple. This guess may be rejected by many people, but it is indeed conceivable. So I sent a telegram to my friend Algar who works in the Liverpool police and asked him to help

I went to check whether Mrs. Bronner was at home, and whether Bronner had sailed on the May Day. Then I went with you straight away to visit Miss Sarah at Warrington.

This was because I was anxious to find out how similar the family's ears were. Of course, she might reveal some important information to us, but I didn't hold out much hope. The Croydon case had become a hot topic.

I think she must have heard about the case the day before, and she was the only one who knew who the package was originally intended for. If she was willing to assist the judicial authorities in solving the case, she would take the initiative to explain clearly to the police. But she didn't.

So we needed to pay her a visit. What we discovered after we visited was that she had become seriously ill after the news about the package got out, and the news obviously had such an impact on her that she developed severe brain disease.

This further shows that she knows the whole story, and also makes us realize that we must wait until she recovers before we can get her help.

But in fact, we did not borrow her help, our answers were already waiting for us at the police station. Alga had sent me the answers I wanted, and nothing could be more clear than this telegram. Bronner

My wife has been shut up for three days, and the neighbors thought she went south to visit relatives. I learned from the steamship office that Bronner had already left on the May Day boat. According to my estimation, the ship will arrive at

Arriving on the Thames tomorrow night. As soon as Bronner's boat arrives, he will meet the slow but brave Sheriff Lestrade. I believe that it will not be long before we have all the details.

Holmes's assertion was indeed true. Two days later, he received a large package of letters, which contained a text message from Sheriff Lestrade and several large typed documents.

"He has been arrested by Lestrade." Holmes said, glanced at me, and then said, "Listen to what he said. I believe you will be interested."

Dear Holmes:

In accordance with our original plan to test our inferences (Watson, the word "we" is used interestingly), I went to Abbott Pier at 6 pm yesterday to inspect the ship "May Day". This ship

Belonging to the steamship company of Liverpool, Dublin, and London. After learning, there was indeed a man named Jim Bronner on the ship. During the voyage, he was suspended from work by the captain because of his abnormal behavior. When I came to his cabin,

I saw him sitting on a big box, holding his head with his hands and shaking. He was tall and strong, with dark skin and clean shaven. He looked a bit like the man who had helped us in the fake laundry case.

That Aldridge. As soon as he saw me, he immediately understood my purpose and jumped up immediately. I blew the siren and called the two marine policemen waiting in the corner, but he didn't resist too much, so he was captured without mercy.

.We took him and his box to the secret room. We thought there would be some incriminating evidence hidden in the box, but there was nothing except a large sharp knife commonly used by sailors. But we later discovered that in fact, the evidence was no longer needed.

, because he confessed everything once he was interrogated. The stenographer has typed out 3 copies of his confession, one of which is enclosed with the letter. The facts are as I expected, and it is indeed extremely simple. Thank you for providing us with this investigation.

A lot of help! Thank you very much!

Your loyal friend G. Lestrade

"The investigation is very simple." Holmes said, but when he first came to invite us to join the investigation, I don't think he had expected that this was a simple case. But let's take a look at Jim Bronner

Confession! This is the verbatim confession record of the criminal's statement to Sergeant Montgomery at Shedwell Police Station...

What else do you think I have to say? In fact, I have a lot to say, and I must say it all. You can beat me up or hang me. I must say that since I did that thing

, I couldn't sleep at night. I couldn't sleep peacefully. I was always awake, with his face in my mind, but more of her face. They always appeared in front of me, either him or her. He wrinkled

She frowned like a black man, and she always had a frightened expression on her face, like a little white lamb. I believe that when she saw the murderous look on a face that used to be full of love for her, she

It must be very frightening.

These are all Sarah's fault. I hope she can have a bad end under the curse of me, the person she ruined, and let her blood rot in her body. It's not that I am clearing my name, I know that I

Once he drinks, he acts like a crazy beast. But she has always been considerate of me. Ever since that woman came to live with us, she has clung to me like a rope to a pulley. Because Sarah

Love me, this is the origin of all tragedies. She loved me, until she realized that in my heart, my wife's footprints on the soil were far greater than her body and soul, her passionate love...

All turned into snake-like hatred.

The three of them are sisters, the eldest is an honest and responsible woman, the second is as shrewd and calculating as a devil, and the third is as charming and lovable as an angel. Sarah is 33 years old this year.

When I first got married, I remember, Mary was only 29 years old at that time. When Mary and I got married, there was no woman in the whole of Liverpool who could be as beautiful as my Mary. After we got married, one time we

We invited Sarah to come and stay with us for a week, which turned into a month, and then Sarah became a permanent part of the house.

After I got married, I wanted to live a good life, so I gave up drinking and worked hard to save a little money. Everything in my life seemed perfect. But no one could have imagined that things would turn out like this. I really couldn't dream of it.

Wouldn't have thought of that.

At that time, I often went home on weekends. Sometimes when a ship had to wait for loading, I could rest at home for about a week. In this way, I often met with my sister Sarah. Sarah has a bad temper.

A woman who always likes to raise her neck and look arrogant to others. She is tall and thin, her skin is a little dark, she moves very quickly, and she often gives out a stern look, which is as scary as a firelight. Every time I only want my little

When Mary was here, I never gave a thought to this horrible woman, I swear to God!

Sometimes, Sara seemed to like being alone with me and always coaxed me to go out with her or something. But even so, I never thought that something like that would happen! One night,

I finally understood. When I got off the boat and went home that day, my wife happened to be away from home, and only Sarah was there. I asked her where was Mary? She said, ah, she went to check out. I was a little impatient in the house.

Pacing back and forth, Sara saw it and said, "Look, you've just lost your mind after not seeing Mary for five minutes? Are you unwilling to spend time with me for just such a short time? I'm so sad." I held my hand kindly.

I stretched it out to her and told her it was okay. She immediately took my hand. I felt her hands were as hot as burning in my palms. I looked into her eyes, and from these eyes, I suddenly understood

After understanding everything, without any verbal communication, I immediately withdrew my hand. She just stood beside me without saying a word. Suddenly, she gently touched my shoulder with her hand and said in a gentle tone:

'What a steady man!' After saying this, her mocking laughter reached my ears, and then she disappeared into the room. Alas, from then on, Sarah hated me. She

She is really a woman who can hold a grudge. I am also stupid. Why do I let her live with us in such a confused way? I am a big fool! But I didn’t mention this matter to Mary at all. I was afraid that I would be disappointed.

Dear Mary was sad. So, everything continued as usual, but after a while, I noticed a change in Mary. Mary used to be so innocent and easy to trust others, but now she suddenly became very suspicious.

She looked very worried about me. No matter where I had been, what I was doing, who wrote me letters, etc., she had to know everything before she would be willing to accept it. As this continued, Mary became suspicious.

, like a heart attack, and it gets worse day by day. We argue constantly, but there is never any particular reason. This really makes me confused and extremely sad. Now, Sarah and I are deliberately estranged.

At the same time, she got very close to Mary, and the two of them were inseparable. However, now I understand how Sarah provoked Mary, deceived her with lies, and instigated her to become my enemy. But at that time,

I was indeed like a blind fool who couldn't see it. Later, I started drinking again and was extremely depressed. I knew that if I acted like this, she would have a reason to hate me, and the gap between us was just a little bit like this.

The earth expanded and became so insurmountable. At this moment, Alec Fairbay stepped in and things became worse.

At first, he came to our house to see Sara, but soon he came just to see us. He always has a knack for making people like him, and no matter where he goes, he can always make friends with her.

Help a friend. He is fashionably dressed and an arrogant young man. He can also be said to be relatively handsome. He has long curly hair and is very charming. Moreover, he often travels around the world, so he always has a lot of strange things to say.

I can't deny that he is a very talkative and interesting person. He is a sailor with such a gentle manner. I think he must have been a senior staff member on the ship! He must not be as simple as an ordinary sailor. One month he

He almost became a frequent visitor to our house and moved around frequently, but I never thought that he would have the slightest bit of malice. It wasn’t until something happened that I became wary of him. That is, from that day on, I calmed down.

Those days are gone forever.

In fact, it was just a very small thing. I once accidentally came to the living room. When I entered the door, I saw my wife's very anxious look, as if she was looking forward to someone's arrival. But when she saw clearly who was coming,

When it was me, she immediately showed a look of extreme disappointment in her eyes, turned around and walked away. This little thing made me extremely angry. I thought she must have mistakenly thought that the person who came was Alec Fee.

Albert, there is no mistake, it must be him! If I had discovered the two of them together at that time, I think I would have killed him in a rage. My temper is not that easy to offend. Mary is probably

Sensing something from my furious eyes, she ran over and grabbed my sleeve.

'Oh, come on, Jim!' she said. 'Where's Sarah?' I asked. 'In the kitchen,' she answered. 'Sarah!' I shouted, walking toward the kitchen. 'You.

Never let Philbert step into our house again! "Why?" she asked doubtfully. "No reason, this is my order!" "Ah!" she screamed, "if it were you

If you feel that my friend is not worthy to be in your house, then I am not worthy to be here. "It's up to you." I replied coldly, "But if I see Fairby in my house again, I will cut it off."

I will leave one of his ears as a souvenir to you.' I think Sarah was in the kitchen at the time. She may have heard the loud argument between Mary and me, and was frightened by my words and turned pale. That same night Sarah

He packed his luggage and left my house without saying anything.

I still don’t understand, what kind of magic did this woman use? Or did she instigate my wife to go against me in every possible way and act recklessly. In short, not long after she moved out of my house, she found another place less than two streets away from my house.

A house was rented to sailors as dormitories. Fairbay would often go to the house rented by Sarah, and Mary would often make a detour there in the name of seeing her sister. The three of them would often drink tea and chat together.

.I don’t know how often Mary went there. I remember one time I was following my wife. When I broke in the door, Ferber was so frightened that he ran away from the back garden, looking very embarrassed. I was like

Mary swore that if I saw the two of them together again, I would kill him! So, I took my wife home. She was trembling all the time, crying, and her face was so pale.

Like a piece of paper. Since then, the relationship between us has been completely broken. I can feel that she hates me so much and is so afraid of me. When I think of these depressing things, I can only borrow

Drinking to relieve sorrow will only aggravate her resentment towards me.

Since Sarah moved away, it became increasingly obvious that she couldn't stay in Liverpool, and then I heard that she packed her bags and went to live with her sister in Croydon. And then, that is

Last week, the disaster of everything came to me at once.

The whole thing is like this. Our ship, the May Day, sailed for 7 days. During the journey, a large barrel on the ship was overturned and a beam became disconnected, so we had to anchor at the shore for 12 hours.

I took this opportunity to get off the boat and go home, thinking that it would be a surprise for Mary, and I naively thought that she would be very happy to see me coming back so soon. With this thought in mind, I walked into my residence.

On that street. At this moment, a carriage passed me. I saw my wife Mary sitting in the carriage, and the person sitting next to her was Ferber. The two seemed to be talking.

We laughed and talked happily. I haven't seen my wife so happy for a long time. I just stood motionless on the side of the road and watched them disappear from me.

I'm telling you, please believe me no matter what. I couldn't control myself from that moment on, and now that I think about it, everything really feels like a nightmare. I've been drinking a lot lately. Two things happened.

All these things happening together really made me feel dizzy. Thinking about it now, my head was still buzzing like a thousand hammers were blackmailing me, but you have to know that that morning, my whole

There was an endless roar in my ears, as if it penetrated the Niagara Falls. Then I quietly chased the carriage. I was holding a heavy oak cane in my hand. I was so excited that my eyes seemed to burst out.

It was like fire. This time I learned to be smart and deliberately kept a certain distance from them when chasing them, so that I could not be discovered by them and observe them. They arrived at the train station together. The ticket office of the train station was crowded.

I was very close to them and not easily noticed. I knew they had bought 3 tickets to New Brighton, and I immediately bought one. I sat behind them, three carriages away.

When the car arrived at the station, they walked along the parade ground, and I followed them no more than 100 meters behind. Finally, I saw them renting a boat and preparing to go boating. The weather was very hot at the time, and I

I think they must want to cool off on the water!

Looking at the situation, this couple fell into my hands today. The weather was a bit foggy at the time, and no one could be seen a few hundred meters away. So I also rented a boat and followed them.

Paddling on the water. But their boat was moving at almost the same speed as me. If I accidentally caught up, I would be easily discovered by them. Under the fog at that time, there were only three of us on the water within 1.6 kilometers.

I will never forget the look on their faces when they found out I was in the other boat. Mary was screaming and Ferber was cursing and jabbing me with his oar. I think he was

He must have seen the murderous look in my eyes. I cleverly avoided his paddle and stabbed him hard with the wooden stick in my hand. I saw that his head instantly shattered like an egg.

I knew I was almost crazy at that time, but I thought that even then, I would not hurt my beloved wife. However, Mary hugged the man who was lying in a pool of blood and screamed sadly

"Alik!" I gave her a stick angrily, and then she fell down next to the man. I was really as crazy as a bloodthirsty beast. If Sarah were there, I guarantee to God,

She will get the same fate. I pulled out the knife...Oh...forget it, I said enough. Whenever I think of Sarah getting such a bad end because of her nosy, I feel like a beast

I felt such pleasure. Later, I tied up the two corpses and put them on a boat. I pierced the planks of the boat and watched the boat sink to the bottom of the water before I left with peace of mind. I knew that renting them a boat

The boss must have thought that they lost their way in the fog and rowed out to sea. I sorted out my clothes, returned the boat to the shore, and left that place without anyone noticing. I packed it up that night

I received the package for Sarah and sent it from Belfast the next day.

Now that you know all the facts, you can hang me and do whatever you want with me, but you cannot punish me in a cruel way that I can no longer bear. Every time I close my eyes

, the bloody faces of the two of them would appear, and they stared at me so cruelly, just like the way I looked when I appeared on their boat through the fog. Their death in my hands was simple and happy,

But I don’t want to be tortured by them little by little. So, sir, you won’t put me in a cell alone? Please don’t do that to me. Please imagine when you are in the most pain, so

Be kind to me! Please be kind to me!

After Holmes and I carefully read Bronner's confession together, I also felt very sad for his inner pain. I saw that Holmes's face was very bad. He looked at me and asked: "What does this mean, Hua Hua?"

Life?" Holmes also casually put down the confession in his hand and said seriously: "What is the meaning of this series of pain, atrocities, and fear? There must be some purpose, right? So what kind of thing is this?

What's the purpose? It must be a question that cannot be answered by one's reason and will always exist!"

【Legal Commentary】

This story is obviously about a case where an extremely impulsive young man killed his wife and a third party because he could not bear his wife's cheating behavior. This story seems simple, but at the end of the story, the great detective Mr. Holmes has

Such a question, "What is the meaning of this series of pain, atrocities, and fear? There must be some purpose? So what kind of purpose is this? It must be beyond the reach of a person's reason.

The answer is a question that will always exist!" The question mentioned by the great detective is also a very complex issue for today's society. Shouldn't "third parties" such as Fairbay and Sara be punished by law? In today's world

Of course, the third party has violated the law.
Chapter completed!