Operation Red Book

Chapter 437 The real murderer is

"Don't be so harsh, my Lord, Inspector of Scotland Yard."

A leisurely female voice came from the woods, and then a gorgeously dressed woman in a black robe slowly walked out of the darkness.

She was a haggard woman whom Ivy had met this morning.

She wasn’t wearing a mask, not even the brim of her black hat pulled up over her high, brown hair.

The maid beside her supported her, with no emotion in her eyes.

"Just to clarify, I'm Sherlock Holmes from London, Mrs. Bruce, I didn't call you..."

"Ah……"

Mrs. Bruce sneered and limped forward slowly.

Her eyes passed Holmes and looked directly at Christine who was caught by the undead.

"Why is Miss Goodwin here? Didn't you drink the bowl of medicine I asked the servant to bring to you?"

"Be bold!"

Christine completely abandoned the graceful and demure manner of a noble lady and shouted at the top of her voice.

"Since you know that I am the Earl's Daughter of the Goodwin family, then Madam must be very aware of the disparity in status between an Earl and a Baron."

"I respect your care for the Goodwin family these days, and I also respect your hard work and efforts for the Seville Manor. Even before you brought me the bowl of medicine, I swore to guarantee you..."

"Guarantee?" Mrs. Bruce raised her eyebrows.

"I guarantee that you are not the real murderer of my brother Benjamin Goodwin!"

When talking about little Ben, Christine immediately became excited.

Her eyes were red and the look she gave Mrs. Bruce became extremely fierce.

Faced with such accusations, Mrs. Bruce's face turned visibly pale.

"Miss Goodwin, I did not kill Little Ben. Please take responsibility for your words."

"Little Ben accidentally fell down the stairs while playing and broke his neck and died. The Bruce family has already offered you a solution, a compensation of 100 million pounds, plus the fish ponds outside the city... Your parents have accepted it, what else do you want?"

"My parents accepted it under your threats. I saw them in the dungeon."

Christine tried to calm down her anger and spoke calmly.

"Christine Goodwin."

Mrs. Bruce called Christine's name calmly. She raised her eyes slightly, exuding an unshakable majesty.

"My Wendy was also seriously injured. She was haunted by the evil spirits living in the castle. If we are not careful, her life will be ruined. Our losses are no less than yours..."

"Christine, for the sake of our friendship, I warn you. This is your final ultimatum. This matter should be treated as if it never happened. You return to London with the compensation, and we will continue to stay in the town of Ley and not interfere with each other..."

"Everything should be done in moderation, understand..."

"Shut up!"

Ivy couldn't bear to listen any more. She opened her eyes wide in anger and loudly interrupted Mrs. Bruce's shameless words.

"Don't you know the principle of a life for a life? That's a real human life! It can't be measured by money! Let alone Christine, if I killed your child and then arrogantly threw a few pieces of bread at you, would you accept such a result as a mother?"

"Shut up! Who do you think you are!"

The lady was furious. She pointed at Ivy fiercely and leaned forward.

"Ah! I see. You are the thieves who broke into the castle this afternoon..."

"Did you bring them here, Christine?"

The lady calmed her eyes and growled softly.

"I don't know the person next to me..."

"Yes, they are all the people I brought here!"

Kristen shouted loudly, her voice instantly louder than Ivy who was trying to pretend not to know her.

Facing Ivy's doubtful look, she did not turn around to respond, but stood up proudly, looking proud:

"I am here on the orders of Captain Felix CM Goodwin to investigate the anomalies in the town of Ley and the Bruce family. Captain Felix is ​​affiliated with the royal family and reports directly to Her Majesty the Queen..."

"Hey, hey, hey! She's just a kid talking nonsense! Don't take it seriously!"

Holmes quickly signaled Ivy to cover Christine's pouting mouth, and he strode to the front of the lady, blocking the line of sight between Christine and the lady.

"However, I am indeed a private detective that Miss Goodwin specially invited from London to help her find the real murderer of Master Goodwin..."

"I said, Benjamin Goodwin fell down the stairs accidentally. We have already settled it privately. This matter is over!"

"But...Scotland Yard has taken over the case."

Holmes drew his new police ID from his coat pocket and then took out his revolver and twirled it around.

The surrounding "undead" instinctively stepped back, and the lady's face suddenly turned purple and black.

"We have to follow the procedures according to what the British law says."

"This is a rule that both the Queen and the Prime Minister must abide by, Madam. You don't want to trouble Her Majesty the Queen to interrogate you personally, do you?"

"Heh... Queen Victoria... do you think we are afraid of her?" The lady smiled and whispered softly.

Unexpectedly, Holmes suddenly threw his head back and burst into laughter.

After laughing, he quickly loaded the gun, pointed the muzzle at his wife and pulled the trigger.

The people around didn't react at all; they just stood there blankly, like an army of puppets waiting for their master to give orders.

"Shh-"

Holmes looked at the lady who remained calm in the face of danger and whispered like a villain.

"I knew Madam would say that! So, let's take a closer look at the two major events that happened in the town of Lei!"

"One is the case of Benjamin Goodwin falling from a building. The other is the case of a missing person on Halloween in the town of Rye..."

"My wife has difficulty walking, and she has to clean up her useless husband's butt. It's really hard..."

After saying this, Holmes smiled.

He slowly moved forward and put the cold muzzle of the gun against the lady's chin.

"This is a long story. Please let the servants bring your chair here so that everyone can listen carefully to how you were deceived..."

"What did you say?"

The lady immediately became panic-stricken. She could not believe what Holmes said, but she did not know how to refute it.

The servant walked out of the darkness and brought out the tall, narrow chair.

They helped the lady to sit down and turned back to the sheltering bushes.

"Christine, you are right. Xiao Ben was murdered. And I can tell you responsibly that Xiao Ben did not do anything wrong."

Holmes said, his back turned to Christine.

"Then... who was the person who killed him?!"

"Of course Mrs. Bruce!"

Holmes replied cheerfully.

The lady's expression showed relief and mockery for a moment, but then a feeling of helplessness and solemnity poured down from her head, breaking through the solid defense she had set for herself.

"The only daughter of Miss Wendy Bruce!"