Chapter 44 Brother and Sister? Orthopedic Brother and Sister!

Faced with the female detective's invitation, Watson refused bluntly.

"Sorry, I'm still used to living alone."

His eyes seemed to involuntarily look at his lame feet and injured arms, giving people the feeling that although he was disabled, he still had a strong self-esteem and was unwilling to rely on others or accept charity.

Charlotte nodded, "I understand, then you should be careful."

"By the way, the assassin of the Flash Blade Cult who attacked at night before, although he is now lying in the morgue of Scotland Yard... but maybe it is a useful clue, should we investigate his behavior trajectory?"

"It is a direction to trace. Do you remember his appearance?"

"I remember."

Watson certainly remembered that in the past... or should I say another future, he had received various trainings for work needs, including how to remember efficiently and quickly.

In fact, most ordinary people in the world cannot recall a specific face. Even the most familiar people who are with each other day and night are vague and hazy in their minds... Because when their brains receive visual information, they only retain the most distinctive features and ignore the rest of the minor details.

This is actually a highly efficient method for the brain. There is no need to record too many details. Only relying on some features is enough to recognize the other person's face and identify the corresponding information when they meet next time.

But for Watson, who has professional training and excellent observation ability given by moths, even if it is just the facial details of the object he has only briefly met, he can recall it as easily as walking into a room, opening a drawer and taking out a photo.

Watson said:

"He was a young man in his twenties, with thick black eyebrows that were straight and hooked at the ends, a pair of slanted triangular eyes that flashed with cunning, and a long and wide mustache on his lips. The specific facial features were--"

He compared the size and distance in his mind and said in a very affirmative tone:

"The distance from the hairline to the chin is about 9 inches, the width of the chin is about 1.7 inches, and the distance between the two ears is about 6 inches."

"The inner angle of the eye is about 70 degrees, the outer angle is about 55 degrees, and the eyes are about 1.5 inches long and 0.8 inches wide."

"The nose is slightly longer than 3 inches, the nose wing is about 1.3 inches wide, and the angle of the nose and mouth is about 90 degrees."

"The lips are about 2 inches wide, the upper lip is about a grain of wheat thick (0.33 inches), and the lower lip is thinner."

Holmes had already taken out the drawing paper and pencil, and when she heard the first sentence, she had already begun to draw a simple grid of dividing lines.

Although she is not good at impressionism, beast, Dada and other painting styles that focus on inner expression, she pays special attention to realistic painting. The portraits she painted are highly reproduced real scenes, like accurate photos, and are also skills for solving cases.

"No, the downward angle of the eyebrow tail should be larger, reaching nearly 120 degrees, and the length of the eyebrow tail should be shorter and sharper..."

Watson guided the adjustment of details from the side, pointing his finger on the drawing paper, "The bridge of the nose is a little higher, and the lower part of the nose is wider, to this position."

Not long after, with the joint efforts of the two, a sketch portrait as accurate as a portrait photography came out.

If Victor Feuerbach were still alive, he would exclaim when he saw this portrait, who secretly took a photo of me when I was not paying attention? !

Holmes took a long breath and blew away the pencil shavings on the paper. "Are you sure you don't need to modify it?"

"Yes, it's OK. It's already 80% to 90% similar."

"Okay, let's go to Scotland Yard now and ask Grayson and other police officers to help check if they can recognize this face." Holmes suddenly smiled and said, "Grayson always looks down on us private detectives. Now I'm going to dispatch them with the badge of the Anti-Suppression Bureau. I want to see what his face is like."

The female detective and her assistant got on Victor's carriage and went to Scotland Yard to investigate another Victor.

Scotland Yard is not actually located in Scotland, nor is it responsible for Scotland's police affairs. It is so named because it is built on the ruins of the old Scottish royal palace.

Baker Street is not too far from Scotland Yard, only about three miles away, and they soon arrived at their destination.

This is the time when the day shift police officers at Scotland Yard are on duty and the night shift police officers are on duty. Police officers wearing Prussian military style helmets come and go.

As soon as Holmes arrived at the door, he rushed in directly. The police officers passing by seemed to have heard of the name of the detective Holmes, and they all took the initiative to make way for him.

When Watson walked in slowly with a cane, the female detective had already finished negotiating with the haggard Grayson, and his expression seemed extremely reluctant.

Grayson walked to the center of the hall in a timid manner.

"Ahem--"

He cleared his throat, held up the portrait of Victor Feuerbach and shouted to the crowded hall:

"Everyone! Please trouble all colleagues to come and see if you have seen this face in the blocks under your jurisdiction."

Grayson's words seemed to have some appeal in Scotland Yard. When they heard his voice, faces that were either tired, haggard or energetic looked over

"Who is this kid? He doesn't look like a good person."

"I haven't seen him. He looks unfamiliar."

"Grayson, at least tell me the scope of your activities!"

The hall of Scotland Yard suddenly became noisy, and there were constant talks and whispers among each other, but Watson noticed that there was a police officer in the crowd who had just returned from night duty, yawning and staring at the sleepy eyes, looking at the portrait as if Thinking, seeming to be identifying.

The police officer didn't seem to see clearly. He squeezed through the crowd and took a few steps closer. He stared at the portrait in Detective Grayson's hand with wide, bloodshot eyes.

He stretched out his hand and shouted: "Mr. Grayson, I once met this man in the neighborhood I was responsible for - Victor Feuerbach. His family of three lived near Victoria Park."

The female detective asked before Grayson could speak: "Do you know the specific address?"

The police officer shook his head, "I can't remember the exact address, but it was probably on Jodrell Street."

"Very well, thank you very much."

The female detective thanked her slightly and took the portrait that Grayson was still holding and walked out of the door. The crowded crowd once again cleared the way for her.

Jodrell Street was a little far away from Scotland Yard, and as the road became increasingly crowded, the carriage could not run at full speed. By the time they arrived at their destination, it was already noon.

Charlotte got out of the car and stopped an aunt who was carrying a vegetable basket and seemed to be preparing to go home to cook. She asked for the address of the Feuerbach family. Perhaps she saw this beautiful lady leaving in a high-end carriage engraved with the coat of arms of the nobles. Next, the aunt can be said to know everything and tell everything, even the specific situation of Feuerbach's family of three.

"Are you looking for little Victor of Feuerbach's family? I heard that he hasn't come home for several days. Old Feuerbach was so angry that he lost his temper at home every night, saying that he would wait until little Victor came back. I must break his legs."

"His sister, Little Rose, has also been running around anxiously these days to find out about her brother. Several times I saw tears on her face that had not yet been wiped clean..."

The female detective showed a polite yet elegant smile, "Then do you know where their home address is?"

"I know, it's right there."

The basket lady pointed to a dilapidated cabin not far away. Yellow weeds were sparsely growing in the yard. More than half of the white paint on the cabin had peeled off, revealing the original color of the wood like a scar.

The female detective thanked her and walked over with her assistant. They walked into the courtyard with half of the fence collapsed and knocked on the door gently.

Dong dong dong——

After three beeps, the door opened.

The person who opened the door was a young girl in her prime. Her face was a little haggard, and she had shoulder-length short hair. The flat bangs on her forehead covered half of her raised, curved eyebrows. Her eyebrows were almost exactly the same as Victor's. Zhang Yingying's little mouth was pale and bloodless, and it seemed that she was the target's sister, Rose.

Rose looked at the fashionable and beautiful lady in front of her, wondering if she had found the wrong door, and asked doubtfully:

"Madam, who are you looking for?"

Today I will sort out the details a little bit and think about how I can give William a decent face later...

Try to restore double updates later