The Fake Sherlock Holmes Case Files: Justin Manor

[Main Characters]:
Sherlock and Joanna Holmes: A young detective with exceptional deductive abilities. Based on her keen observation and boundless imagination, combined with
rich experience in solving cases, she solves many difficult cases.
John John Watson: A wounded retired army doctor. Holmes' close friend, sharing a special bond that transcends life and death. He assists in
searching for clues and records Holmes' investigations, making him an excellent assistant.
Lord Justin: A nouveau riche from Tackenshire. He is attacked in his home one night and dies a gruesome death.
Lady Justin: A stunningly beautiful woman born and raised in Australia. She witnesses her husband's murder while tied to a chair.
Theresa: Lady Justin's maidservant since childhood. The first person to discover the crime scene.
Inspector Hawkins: Holmes' most troublesome person, who seeks his help with difficult and challenging cases.
Table of Contents: One Night's Urgent Report
A crimson sky, a dark red earth, smoke-filled grasslands, armies roaring in battle, corpses strewn everywhere… Enemies and comrades,
in this blood-soaked world, only the ever-waving swords remain.
The only thought remaining in my mind—
to survive!!
"Hey! Jeon, wake up!" Suddenly, this shout completely overwhelmed my hazy consciousness, jolting me from the depths of sleep. Instinctively,
I reached behind my pillow and pulled out the thin blade hidden there, deftly slicing it towards the sound.
Hiss!
The sound of the blade tearing through the air, but no air or blood gushing from a slit throat… I opened my eyes, and the blade in my hand had somehow transformed into a
thin feather. The white feather grazed the neck of the person before me, eliciting a soft giggle.
At that moment, I was fully awake—I was no longer in the army, no longer on the battlefield, no longer living in constant fear.
"...Jaon, is this your newly developed flirting technique?" The person in front of me held a candle, illuminating a familiar yet mischievous face—Joanna. She
snatched the feather from my hand, muttering to herself, "The feeling of that feather brushing my neck was so subtle...it felt so good! If I used this to tease my body
, it should have unexpected effects, right? I'll try it next time." With that, Joanna lit the feather on the candle flame. The burst of light illuminated
her mischievous smile and her burning light brown eyes, and I immediately realized that something was about to happen again.
"Hurry up and change into your outdoor clothes! We'll talk about the reason later! Let's get started," she commanded.
Habits ingrained from years in the military meant that upon hearing "let's get started," I hurriedly jumped out of bed and quickly changed into my outdoor clothes. In less than
ten minutes, I boarded the carriage that had been waiting downstairs and headed to the station.
Outside, all was still quiet, but dawn was already breaking in the east. The thick fog characteristic of London hung in the air like steam from hot soup, offering no warmth whatsoever. The weather remained
exceptionally cold, and having gone out without eating, I shivered involuntarily.
Reaching the station, I boarded a train to Tarkshire, and only after entering the warm, enclosed compartment could we finally speak.
Joanna, asked to herself, "Jayson, are you cold?" "Not really..." The comfortable seats were covered with animal fur; the closed compartment
kept out all the cold air. The temperature was quite pleasant, perfect for my survival.
She ignored my reply, still shivering. A blush rose to her small face, and her eyes were moist, giving her a pitiful and endearing
look . What was puzzling was the stark contrast between her warm coat and the white lace bodycon dress that occasionally peeked out from beneath.
"Jaon, I want to make love." She turned and stared at me, her expression serious and earnest. "Here, with you." I rolled my eyes at her and said hesitantly,
"Joanna, we're on a train, do we really have to play such a stimulating game?" "No, I can't hold back!" With that, she fidgeted with her waist, and then the hem of her
lace dress slowly opened to the sides like a curtain. In no time, Joanna's lower body was fully exposed before my eyes.
Her tender pink legs, clad in light purple stockings, accentuated her beautiful figure. Without any protective panties, only neatly
trimmed , covering her flat stomach, vaguely revealing the mysterious forbidden land beneath the grassland.
Within the forbidden land, a silvery color shimmered...
Joanna slowly rose and slowly approached me. Her upper body was still covered by a warm fleece coat, making her look as elegant and serene as an angel. In contrast,
her lower body was like the incarnation of a demon, assaulting my will.
Even from a short distance, I could still smell her alluring fragrance. Just the scent made my tongue salivate, stirring a longing within me
. Moreover, the taste etched firmly in my memory forced my instincts to suppress my reason.
She grasped my right hand, slowly guiding it to her pubic hair. Her eyes were hazy, and she said in a teasing tone, "...Can you warm me up?" I
felt my fingertips rubbing against her soft pubic hair, a tingling, itchy sensation. Then her other hand stealthily slipped over, gently caressing my lower abdomen.
Her nails, through the fabric, scraped across my sensitive areas. My fingers tingled, and so did my heart. I loved her upward strokes, from my scrotum to
my glans, giving me multi-layered stimulation.
"'Drilling wood to make fire'...how about that idea?" My fingers escaped her grasp, the tips
circling .
Gently, slowly, like sculpting a work of art, one first observes the texture and grain of the raw material, imagining the beauty hidden within. Only
when one has a firm grasp of the subject can one begin. I did the same. With the sensitive touch of my fingertips, I touched Joanna's smooth skin, my mind constantly conjuring up
the mysterious posture of her forbidden zone, slowly revealing it before my eyes.
Moisture was Joanna's response to me. I can guarantee that, besides her, I am the second person who can fully understand her body. I know
how to satisfy her desires, or rather, to awaken her hidden true nature, to burn down the last line of defense of her reason, and to reveal her primal form
.
My fingertips circled to her center point, and the secret spot, rising and falling with her breath, seemed to move in sync, opening and closing, as if a force wanted to draw my fingers in.
"Stand still," I said to her.
She was a little reluctant, after all, this position would make her feel quite tired. However, she still stood obediently, leaning her upper body against me, with her arms
wrapped around my neck, forming a 90-degree angle at the waist.
I loved her submissive posture. On one hand, I could admire her smooth back, stretching straight to her plump, rounded buttocks; on the other hand, I could support
her and tease her in her ear, satisfying my sense of accomplishment.
I gently nibbled at her earlobe, my tongue darting in and out of her ear canal, tentatively asking, "Going in?" As I asked, my fingertip slid in with a knuckle
. She frowned slightly, her eyes tightly closed, letting out a muffled, painful groan:
"It hurts a little..." "
Is that so?" I pushed in another knuckle.
She let out a sound of pleasure, then her knees softened, but she stopped abruptly in mid-air. Because she knew that if she didn't hold on, it would be fully inserted.
Unfortunately, I wouldn't give her that chance; with a forceful push, my finger was fully inserted.
"Ah!" Suddenly, my entire finger was gripped tightly by the fleshy walls on all sides, trapped inside, unable to move. Joanna's expression
eased slightly from her distress, her neck arched, seemingly enjoying it.
My fingers began to move left and right, scraping the warm, tender flesh inside. Utilizing the high degree of freedom of my fingers, I explored areas inside her vagina that I couldn't normally reach.
"Hoo...oh..." Soft sounds flowed from her lips, her own unique prelude to desire.
I was like a conductor, my fingers the baton, guiding her performance, bringing out the best in her. Variations in speed, probing left and right, shallow and deep, made
her performance increasingly captivating.
Joanna couldn't control her body, collapsing into my arms.
"Jaon...um...ah...so hot...woo!" A second finger followed, and she took a deep breath, "...so full...um
..." "Do you like it?"
"Um...can it be faster...oh...god..."
On my side, as Joanna's desire surged, my penis, teased by her body and moans, slowly swelled, making a clear
shape between my legs. Joanna seemed to sense my heat as well. She wrapped one arm around me and touched my erect penis with the other, starting to vibrate incessantly, making
me feel hot too.
The temperature in the private room rose noticeably, the air filled with the unique scents of both of us, a tangy,
erotic aroma that aroused me.
"I want you, Jay..." she signaled, "...I want you inside me, give it to me!" She broke free from my restless fingers and
forcefully pulled out of her; then she roughly unzipped my pants and pulled out my erect penis. Then she knelt on the chair, straddling me,
her vulva unfortunately aligned with the head of my penis.
She first let my glans rub against the outside. Just from the simple up-and-down rubbing, I could feel the abundant fluid flowing from her vagina. I responded
to her, my glans releasing a moist lubricant, inviting her in.
The more I tried to restrain myself, the more intense my arousal grew. I only needed to arch my back to easily penetrate her. But she seemed
to sense it, or perhaps unconsciously, she wiggled her hips, preventing me from finding the optimal angle for entry.
Her vulva contracted and relaxed, as if my rubbing was also arousing her. Her pinkish opening gleamed with a wetness, as if yearning for a man's penis.
Finally, our positions became perfect, and my glans slowly slid in, probing into the most mysterious part of her body.
She moaned from her throat, "Ugh...it's in...it's so big..." "So tight..."
"Hmm."
"Ugh!" She sat up abruptly, followed by a groan. I felt my entire penis sink into her warm lower body, a familiar and
safe .
Then she began to writhe greedily, the wet sounds from our joined bodies echoing throughout the room.
She abandoned any semblance of feminine reserve, transforming into a lustful beast. She rode me, riding my instinctive pleasure.
"Ah...oh...so good..." she murmured, "...so good...so full..." Her moans grew louder, and she
pounced on me more forcefully, wildly saying, "Kiss me." Ignoring my reaction, her lips pressed against mine.
At the same time, I noticed that her vagina was even tighter than before. A warm liquid gushed from deep within her, splashing onto my glans as I thrust in and out, and onto
my lower abdomen.
If any train crew members were to come in, they would be horrified by this scene. A young couple was making love wildly in the compartment.
"Hoo..." The passionate kiss ended, and I took a deep breath. My hands instinctively cupped her buttocks, and I started my hip thrusts, accompanying her
frenzied movements.
"Ah...ah..." Under my rapid thrusts, she, who had been in control just moments before, was inevitably overwhelmed and exhausted, "So good...so good...
" "What did you say?" Lost in pleasure, I seemed to hear her praise.
"I said, 'It feels so good...'"
"Do you want more?"
"Yes, okay...give it to me...it's so good..." Her voice completely changed, so good it almost melted my bones. "Hoo...again...
oh...harder..." My body trembled again, my lower body was almost unable to hold back, the surging army of sperm had already gathered at the city gate,
ready to attack at a single command.
"Oh...I'm about to cum..."
I said this without any particular meaning, just a comfortable self-talk. Unfortunately, she heard me and thought I was asking for her opinion.
"No...it's okay...oh...cum in me..." Her seductive moans sounded like a plea of desire, as if not cumming in her would be my greatest
sin. "Cum it all in...oh...ah..." Instantly, my penis erupted.
The semen gushed out uncontrollably, shooting into her depths in spurts.
The sex quietly ended.
Every time this happened, I could see the blissful satisfaction in Joanna's eyes. For her, orgasm and solving mysteries were the two
greatest desires in her life.
Afterward, Joanna regained her usual calm demeanor. Then, she took a telegram from her cleavage and read it to me.
"Miss Sherlock Holmes:
I urgently request your immediate assistance! Leave the scene as it is. However, Lord Justin's body cannot be left unattended; please come as soon as possible!
3:30 AM at Samlowe Farm, Tackenshire.
Sincerely, Stanley Hawkins."
After reading this, Joanna tore the telegram into pieces and scattered them into the air, saying:
"That old fox, he always comes up with some high-sounding excuse to ask me for help. I've lost count of how many times this has happened. Jay, this case seems to be a
murder case!" "I can tell. It's hard to get your interest if it's not a murder case, especially at that annoying time of 3:30 in the morning,"
I said.
"That's right. You know, sleep deprivation is a woman's worst enemy. Hmm... and sexual frustration too," Joanna said matter-of-factly.
Hearing Joanna's reply, I complained helplessly, "Can't you have a little bit of womanly restraint? Don't just say things like that so naturally!"
She ignored my complaint quite automatically and continued, "Hawkins is a very calm man, but judging from the telegram, he was quite agitated, even
using an exclamation mark for emphasis. Judging from the telegram alone, the scene of this murder may have been quite gruesome, so he deliberately preserved the scene to facilitate our investigation.
In addition, Lord Justin, in my impression, is a middle-class man who rose to prominence through overseas business. Presumably, this matter should have occurred between 10 and
12 o'clock ." "How do you know?"
"It's a simple time calculation. First, the local police arrived at the scene, then contacted the police department, and then that old fox Hawkins would wake us up at 3:30
, right? Oh! We're almost there, and things are getting interesting."
Table of Contents II The Death of a Rich Man
The carriage swayed along the country road for about half an hour before finally arriving at Samro Farm.
I was so glad I hadn't eaten as much as Joanna at the train station, or I would have been throwing up all the way here.
"Jayon, why are you looking at me like that?" Joanna was completely relaxed, unaffected by the bumpy carriage ride. "You look terrible.
I told you to eat more at the station, but you wouldn't listen. Don't you know you need to replenish your energy after strenuous exercise?" "..."
The old man guarding the cabin opened the door for us, his expression clearly indicating that something ominous had happened.
After entering the farm, the road was lined with neatly trimmed bushes, leading to a low but spacious house at the end of the road, a typical symmetrical building.
Upon closer inspection, although most of the house was old, there were signs of renovation everywhere, especially the large windows, which were fashionable foreign-style buildings
and quite valuable.
When the carriage arrived at the door, a sharp-eyed, muscular man with an inexplicable air of sleazyness came out to greet us. This man
was Officer Hawkins, who had brought us here.
"Miss Holmes, it's so good to have you here. And Mr. Watson, I'm sorry to have woken you both up in the middle of the night." Officer Hawkins had a sly grin on his face
. "To be honest, I don't really need to trouble you anymore. If I had some free time, I would have preferred to write a second telegram..." As he said this, I
caught a glimpse of Joanna's eyes, which seemed to want to punch Hawkins.
"Get to the point!" Joanna said through gritted teeth.
"We have eyewitnesses, and they gave detailed accounts of everything. Miss Holmes, do you remember that gang of robbers from the Japanese island nation a while back?"
"You mean that was the work of that trio who shouted 'Rob money, rob food, rob women'?" "That's right, the old man and his two children did it,
without a doubt. Those three bandits just committed one crime a while ago and then disappeared. I can't believe they've struck again recently; they're incredibly audacious. It's
definitely ; this time they'll be sent to the guillotine." "How was Lord Justin killed?"
"Well, he was brutally beaten to death with a fire poker. His death was gruesome; it seems he struggled fiercely before he was killed. So, no
amount of money can compare to the preciousness of life!" Officer Hawkins remarked.
"And who is the eyewitness?"
"The person is still inside. You'll see them when you go in. After you've questioned them, you can decide whether to investigate the scene or something else.
But I don't think it's necessary, is it? The situation is already quite clear..." Before she could finish speaking, Joanna led the way into the house without looking back. I
apologized to her and followed her in.
Officer Hawkins shrugged and smiled, then followed her in as well.
The eyewitness was Lady Justin, a strikingly beautiful mixed-race woman. She was not only elegant but also incredibly beautiful, with fair skin, blonde hair, and
blue eyes. If it weren't for the shocking and horrific incident that had left her looking haggard, she would have been even more radiant and captivating. However, at this moment, she was suffering not only
mental anguish but also physical harm. A swelling on her forehead was heartbreaking to see, and a maid was applying a cold compress to it.
Surprisingly, the maid was also stunningly beautiful, no less so than Lady Justin, and also had blonde hair and blue eyes. Were it not for the stark contrast in their clothing, it would have been
difficult to tell who was the mistress and who the servant.
Upon entering the house, we found the lady lying wearily on a chaise lounge. However, the cautious and apprehensive look in her eyes when she saw
us suggested that the horrific events she had endured had not broken her spirit, and that she was quite lucid. She wore a pale pink floral nightgown, and beside the chaise lay a dazzling
evening gown. Though weak, the lady greeted us politely, saying,
"Officer Hawkins, I have told you everything that happened, so please explain it to the two of you. If there is anything I need to explain directly
, I am happy to repeat it. By the way, has the investigation been completed?" Officer Hawkins said apologetically, "I'm sorry, madam. Miss
Holmes and the others believe it would be better to hear from you first." Mrs. Justin hesitated, then stammered, "Even now, the thought of his body still in
my home fills me with dread, so please finish this case as soon as possible. Thank you!" As she spoke, her body trembled uncontrollably, and she
covered . The loose sleeves of her pajamas slipped down, revealing her arms. I exclaimed in surprise,
"It's not just your forehead that's injured; what happened to your arms?" The lady remained silent, hurriedly concealing the marks on her arms.
In a few seconds, I instantly deduced that the marks on her arms were bruises from a blow to the skin from a stick or similar object. Combined
with the unnatural marks on her wrists, it was clear she had been bound and assaulted.
I glanced at Joanna. She frowned, her small nose twitching slightly, as if she had caught a
strange understood.
"Hmm… let's go see the scene first, and then come back for the lady's explanation," Joanna suddenly said.
Hawkins, ever the cunning old fox, seized the opportunity, adding, "Yes, let's go see the scene now. Let the lady rest for a while and gather her thoughts before
explaining." The two of them worked together to defuse the awkward situation.
Led by Officer Hawkins, we went directly to the scene.
Table of Contents Part Three: The Horrific Corpse
The crime scene was located on the left side of the main house, in a lavishly decorated dining room.
I glanced at Joanna's face; she was yawning widely, her eyes revealing a lack of interest, unlike her usual excited expression when dealing with
cases . In other words, she seemed to think there was nothing mysterious about the case. Or perhaps, the case had too many suspicious points, preventing her little brain
from grasping the important information amidst the numerous questions.
Walking over to her, I asked in a low voice, puzzled, "Joanna, why did you come to the scene first? This isn't like you." Logically
, during my meeting with Mrs. Justin, I could clearly sense something was off. However, Joanna was different from usual; she didn't immediately begin questioning,
but instead asked Mrs. Justin to rest a bit before proceeding.
Wasn't that rather strange?
"Jean, remember what I told you before... people have preconceived notions. They often unconsciously let others' words and actions influence their own
. For example, a nobleman loves gambling and always doesn't return home until the next morning. His wife is used to it. One day, the nobleman returns home in the morning, and his wife
assumes he's been gambling again, unaware that he actually had an affair with his lover the night before, paying off a hefty sum before returning home satisfied." Her nails
scraped against my chin, tickling me. "Hehe, do you understand what I mean?" Clearly, from Joanna's words, I realized that if we had questioned
Mrs. , we might have fallen into preconceived notions and made a wrong judgment about the case.
"...I think I understand."
But how did Joanna figure that out?
"So, even with eyewitness testimony, it still can't compare to the evidence at the scene in terms of veracity..." Suddenly, Joanna's eyes lit up,
and her face regained its excited expression of interest. "...Bingo!" By then, we had arrived at the restaurant.
It was a spacious room with high ceilings, decorated with oak carvings and patterns, predominantly opulent, reflecting Lord Justin's nouveau riche
taste. Furthermore, the walls were adorned with numerous animal heads—deer, bears, tigers, etc.—as well as weapons such as guns and cannons displayed on the walls, creating an
inexplicably strange atmosphere.
Far from the entrance were floor-to-ceiling windows, and to the right of these long, narrow windows were three more, one of which unusually let in a ray of gentle winter sunlight.
To the left was a large, deep fireplace, looking extremely heavy; most of the firewood inside had burned to ashes, leaving only a few embers. In front of the fireplace
was an armchair, appearing very sturdy and durable, likely also made of oak. What puzzled me was something strange about this chair.
Besides the armrests, the backrest and seat cushion had clearly undergone special treatment, as if an extra layer of soft padding had been added, presumably making it quite comfortable
. However, the strange thing wasn't the chair itself, but rather the red rope wrapped around it. Furthermore, knots remained on the left and right handrails, which was puzzling.
However, I didn't notice these things as soon as I entered the dining room, because when I stepped inside, all my attention was focused on the stiff, motionless corpse lying on
the tiger-skin .
At first glance, this gruesome corpse appeared to be about forty years old, with a robust build, tall stature, and a short beard. He lay supine on the floor, his teeth protruding
, as if he were smiling. Both hands were clenched into fists and extended above his head, one hand tightly gripping a stick. His face was dark, with a hooked nose. He had originally been quite handsome, but
now his face was contorted with rage, especially his unclosed eyes, which were filled with hatred and anger.
He had clearly come downstairs in the middle of the night after hearing a noise in bed, because he was wearing expensive, luxurious pajamas and was barefoot. His head had been fatally struck, and
blood was splattered on the tiger-skin rug, indicating that the fatal blow he had received was extremely vicious. Beside the body lay the fire poker used as the murder weapon,
bent like a bow from the violent blows.
Joanna knelt down to examine the poker and the wounds on the body, and slowly said, "The person who used this fire poker must have had tremendous arm strength." "That's right. Cough...
According to the information I have," Officer Hawkins cleared his throat and replied, "the leader of that Japanese bandit gang is said to be ruthless.
So , we also believe that Lord Justin was killed by him." "However, arresting them shouldn't be difficult, right?"
"Yes, not at all. Since the case began, we've been tracking their whereabouts and on high alert. There were rumors that they were going to
flee to America. But now they've committed another crime here. Since we know they're still in England, I believe they can't escape. We've notified every port,
and we even issued a reward for their capture before you arrived. However, I really don't understand why they would do something so stupid?" "I don't know.
We should have the answer after we ask Madam, right?" Joanna replied.
"How about I tell you everything about Madam Justin's testimony?" Officer Hawkins interrupted, "Anyway, I already know the details of the case very well...
" Joanna interrupted him, saying, "What you hear isn't firsthand information." "True."
"Jayson!" Joanna called to me, "Come on, we need to question Madam Justin." While Joanna and Officer Hawkins were talking, I wasn't idle. After
Joanna finished examining the body, I also examined it again. Indeed, the deceased had died from a severe blow, but the force was beyond my imagination.
I also examined the chair. The red rope had been cut with a sharp blade at the cut points, so the knot was still left on the chair. But I
couldn't understand why the knot was left.
"Okay, I'll be right there."
Table of Contents Four: An Unhappy Marriage
When we returned to the side room where Madam Justin rested, she was much calmer, although she still looked tired. Upon seeing us, she adjusted
her posture and sat upright on the bench. Once we were seated, she took a deep breath and began to speak:
"I am Justin's wife, married for a year and a half. Our marriage is unhappy, and there's no point in hiding it, so I'm telling you anyway. Even if
I wanted to deny it, I'm sure you could find out from the neighborhood.
Perhaps I bear some responsibility for our awkward relationship. Born in Australia, I grew up in a relatively free and unconventional environment
. England, on the other hand, is quite different; its rigid, etiquette-conscious lifestyle doesn't suit my taste.
However, the real reason stems from something else everyone knows: my husband, Justin, is an alcoholic, hot-tempered
man who frequents prostitutes but also likes to be in control. Even an hour with such a man is unbearable."
"I am a woman prone to impulsiveness and with a strong personality, can you imagine?
Can you imagine how unbearable it would be to keep a lively and clever woman tied up in a room day and night? Yet the law deems such a marriage undissolved; it is a crime, a blasphemy, a moral
depravity ! Such an absurd law will bring disaster to England; God will stop all injustice." The lady was so agitated that she could hardly breathe,
her cheeks flushed, and her eyes flashed with a strange light. The maid beside her hurriedly comforted her, firmly but gently placing the lady's head back on the cushion.
After a while , her angry and high-pitched emotions gradually turned into agitated sobs.
Not long after, she continued speaking again:
"Let me tell you what happened last night! As usual, all the servants slept in the newly built house next door. The central part of that house
includes the living room, the kitchen at the back, and our upstairs bedroom. My maid, Teresa, slept near my bedroom. The other rooms were unoccupied,
so no sound could reach the new house or wake the servants. The robbers must have known all this, otherwise they wouldn't have acted so
brazenly .
My husband went upstairs to rest around nine o'clock. By then, the servants had all returned to their own quarters." The room was empty except for my maid, who was still awake in her
room, ready to serve me at any moment.
I was reading in this side room at the time, intending to read until eleven o'clock. It was my usual habit to personally check everything before going upstairs to make sure everything was ready before entering my bedroom,
since Justin was unreliable.
I went to the kitchen, the living room, and so on, in order, finally reaching the dining room. As I approached the dining room window, I noticed the thick curtains were still drawn. Suddenly, I felt
a gust of wind on my face and realized the window was open.
I pulled back the curtains to peek out, intending to close the window at the same time. Just then, a broad-shouldered, bearded middle-aged man stood facing me, as if he had just
entered the house. The dining room window was a tall French window, which could also be opened as a door to the lawn.
At that moment, I was holding a candlestick from my bedroom, and by the dim candlelight, I saw that behind this man, there seemed to be two other people about to enter. I took a step
back , but they immediately pounced on me. They not only grabbed my wrists but also choked me.
I managed to open my mouth to shout, but one of them punched me without hesitation, hitting me hard. A blow landed on my forehead, and I was knocked to the ground. I think
I must have been unconscious for several minutes. When I regained consciousness, I found myself tightly bound with ropes, unable to move in a chair, and my mouth
gagged with a handkerchief.
Just then, the unfortunate Justin arrived in the dining room. He must have heard some suspicious noises! Dressed in his pajamas and pajama bottoms, carrying a wooden stick, he
calmly charged at the robbers. However, one of the older men immediately dodged Justin's attack, grabbed a fire poker from the fireplace grill, and struck Justin with all his might
.
Justin She groaned and collapsed, motionless. I fainted again after witnessing this scene, probably only for a few minutes. When I regained consciousness
, I saw some of my husband's business acquisitions laid out on the table, and they were drinking heavily with wine.
As I mentioned before, one was older with a beard, and the other two looked like underage children. My intuition told me they were probably
a family—a father with his two children. After talking for a while, they came to my side to check if the ropes binding me to the chair were secure and if I was still
tightly bound. Then, they gathered their spoils and left, closing the window behind them.
I struggled for about ten minutes before finally managing to get the handkerchief out of my mouth. At that moment, I screamed, and Theresa rushed over first, followed by the other servants. They
immediately reported the incident to the local police and asked them to contact London immediately.
That's what happened. I hope I will never have to go through this painful experience again.
I beg you, don't let this happen again.”
Inspector Hawkins asked, “Miss Holmes, do you…” "Is there a problem?" "No, as a woman myself, I don't want Mrs. Justin to
recall this unpleasant incident." After saying this, Joanna asked the maid, Theresa, "What did you do before rushing to the dining room?" With
Mrs. Justin's approval, Theresa said timidly, "Actually, I noticed them before they broke in. I was sitting by my bedroom window, and
in the moonlight I saw three people at the door, but I didn't think much of it.
About an hour later, I heard Mrs. Justin shouting..." Realizing something was wrong, she rushed downstairs.
Just as the lady had said, her master was lying on the floor. Oh! Blood was everywhere in the room, and her master's brains were splattered. The lady's
dress, which was bound, was also splattered with her master's blood. If this happened to an ordinary woman, she would surely faint from fright!
"Ladies and gentlemen, could we please stop with the lady's questioning here? The lady needs to rest. Teresa would like to take her back to her room to rest." After speaking, this
seemingly delicate but strong-willed maid carefully tended to the lady and led her away from the side hall. Watching their retreating figures, Officer Hawkins
said thoughtfully,
"They've lived together since childhood and served her. Eighteen months ago, the lady left Australia, and she came to England with her. Her name
is Teresa; maids like her are rare these days." "Hehe, what's wrong, Hawkins? Have you taken a fancy to that young girl?" Joanna chuckled. "
I wonder what your lady would think if she knew about this?" "I'm an innocent gentleman, don't accuse me like that!" Officer Hawkins said sternly, but his
lewd expression made it impossible for anyone to believe him.
"Men, aren't they all like that? A wife is not as good as a concubine, a concubine is not as good as a stolen one, and a stolen one is not as good as one
you can't have." Joanna said meaningfully. "Isn't that right, Jay?" I quickly distanced myself, saying, "Don't drag me into your conversation." "Hehe, Jay, are you feeling guilty?" Joanna laughed maliciously, and then said,
"Hawkins, move the body out of the restaurant first, and then go do what you need to do. Jay and I will stay here to continue the investigation for now, and we'll leave a few officers to guard the place."
Officer Hawkins' eyes flashed with a strange light, and he hinted, "Have you found anything?" "A little..." Joanna smiled ambiguously, "but we'll need to
investigate a bit more to find out. Also, I have something I'd like to ask you to do." After Joanna whispered a few words in Officer Hawkins' ear, I heard Officer
Hawkins say, "Um... I understand... then I'll leave everything to you, Miss Holmes." "You can go now," Joanna said, waving her hand.
After giving instructions to his subordinates, Officer Hawkins secretly came to me before leaving and cautiously said, "Mr. Watson, just in case..."
"Here, I'll lend you this for now." Then, he handed me something and said, "Although I don't think you need this,
I'm just in case." "Thank you." I accepted Officer Hawkins's kindness and watched him leave.
Section Five: Further Investigation
Officer Hawkins's men were incredibly efficient; in the blink of an eye, Lord Justin's body had been moved elsewhere.
Furthermore, at Joanna's insistence, Lady Justin and her maid, Teresa, were asked to temporarily move from the house to the newly built
house next door.
Thus, apart from the officers remaining at the location with the body, the entire house was cleared out, leaving only Joanna and me to conduct a thorough investigation again.
We returned to the scene of the murder. Joanna came to the table first, looking at the bottle of wine, about two-thirds full, and three
glasses containing a few drops of wine. She asked me,
"Jayon, what do you think when you see the bottle and the glasses?" "Joanna…" I said curtly, "These are evidence; you can't drink them."
Joanna was surprised and said guiltily, "How did you know what I was thinking?" "We've been living together for a while now," I
said impatiently. "I know this bottle contains delicious wine, but you can't drink it." "What about the wine in the glasses?" Joanna persisted.
"No!" I said firmly.
"Okay…" Joanna shrugged, placing the three glasses close together, examining the wine inside carefully, and feigning regret.
Suddenly, Joanna's attitude changed, revealing surprising energy. Her deep eyes shone brightly, and she said, as if asking me, or perhaps talking to herself, "Jayson,
how do you pour wine?" "Huh?" I was taken aback for a moment, then replied, "Just pour it directly! I'm not a professional sommelier." Hearing her say that
immediately piqued my curiosity, and I began to examine the three glasses. The glasses were all stained with wine color, but there was nothing unusual about them. I
said, puzzled, "They look quite ordinary." "Then… how do you drink them?" Joanna prompted me.
"Just bring your lips to the glass and drink directly… that's it!" I suddenly realized, and quickly examined the rims of the glasses.
Sure enough, there was no wine residue on the rims of any of the three glasses. In other words, these three glasses of wine hadn't been touched since they were poured.
"The more interesting part is here." Joanna picked up the bottle and held the opening towards me.
A rich aroma of wine wafted up, the fragrant scent making my mouth water involuntarily.
I glanced at the bottle neck, and there it was—traces of wine remained around the rim.
"Get it now?" Joanna said, raising an eyebrow.
Suddenly, the jumbled thoughts in my mind clicked. No wonder Joanna had specifically warned me from the beginning not to trust Lady Justin's testimony too much, as if she
already knew she wouldn't tell the truth. When did Joanna develop such precognitive abilities?
However, this clue only meant that Lady Justin hadn't told us the truth; the three robbers mentioned in her testimony hadn't appeared at all. But
that didn't explain Lord Justin's death.
"How did you know?" I asked curiously.
"Hehe, every woman has her own little secrets," Joanna chuckled mysteriously, continuing, "Alright, let's look at the next
location ." After saying this, Joanna walked to the French windows and suddenly opened them, saying again, "This window didn't leave any traces, and the ground outside
is very solid, so it probably won't reveal any marks. But... the lack of traces is suspicious. It's too clean..." Another new clue,
but still related to the three robbers, and the death of Lord Justin still couldn't be explained.
"Joanna..."
Joanna ignored me. Whenever she entered deductive mode, she would fall into a kind of obsessive self-absorption. She walked over to the
chair that Mrs. Justin was bound to, squatted down, and fiddled with the deep red rope used to bind her, rubbing, chewing, and licking it, fiddling with
the knots . Then she carefully examined the cut ends of the rope and said with amusement,
"Jaon, let me ask you a question. If you were tightly bound to this chair and couldn't move, what position do you think you would be in?"
Joanna posed a question that baffled me. I walked to the chair, sat down casually, and placed my hands on the armrests. I must say, this
chair was quite comfortable, spacious and cozy. But getting back to the point, I looked at Joanna and said with a hint of disdain, "Isn't this how you sit?"
"Are you sure?" Joanna gave me a look of contempt. "Tsk tsk...Jaon, you're so shallow." "..." I frowned, my expression not very
happy, especially after being called shallow.
"Remember what Mrs. Justin said? She was tightly bound to the chair..." Joanna's face showed a strange smile, "...Do you think the remaining rope
here could have bound her securely?" Joanna's reminder made me notice this crucial point. Indeed, as she said, the
remaining rope was clearly not long enough. I had examined this rope before, and from all the cut sections, it was clear that it was the same rope. In other words,
if Mrs. Justin was bound to the chair, she definitely wouldn't be sitting in the position I am now.
"Hehe, do you understand?" Joanna laughed.
I looked blank and shook my head, saying, "I don't quite understand... Even if Lady Justin wasn't tied to this chair in this position, it still doesn't
explain how Lord Justin died, right? Especially since the clues from earlier prove that there weren't actually three robbers..." "Jaon, you still haven't broken free from
your preconceived notions!" Joanna interrupted me, then asked inexplicably, "Do you smell anything?" "Huh? Smell?" I sniffed hard a few times
without hesitation; there seemed to be a lingering smell of congealed blood in the air. I said uncertainly, "The smell of blood...?" "Besides the smell of blood
?"
The dining table was a bit far from here, so I couldn't smell the wine at all. I shook my head and said, "I don't know, I can't smell anything unusual." "
So , you're a man," Joanna concluded.
What the hell? I didn't understand what Joanna was trying to say at all. I understood each word individually, but the combination made no sense. I mumbled, confused,
"Joanna, what are you trying to say?" Joanna ignored me and inexplicably started rummaging through the drawers in the dining room until she found a rope.
Excitedly, she exclaimed, "Hmm... this length is just right!" Completely bewildered by her actions, I asked, "What are you trying to do?" "Hehe, recreate
the scene?" Joanna chuckled slyly, ordering me, "Jaon, stretch out your hands, both hands." "Okay." Without a second thought, I put my hands out...
"Extend it out."
At that moment, Joanna swiftly folded the rope in half, creating a noose to tie my hands together. Then she pulled them back, forcing my hands above my head,
my bound wrists resting against the chair back. It all happened in a matter of seconds, leaving me no time to react.
"You're not going to make me play Mrs. Justin, are you?" I asked anxiously.
"Oh!" Joanna exclaimed, expressing her deep agreement, "Jaon, you've gotten clever." Then, she suddenly tightened the rope, instantly making
me stand upright. In an instant, she was back in front of me, a devilishly hungry look on her face, smiling broadly, "Hehe, Jaon, don't resist
… I can't hold back anymore." In that instant, I felt like a butterfly, trapped in a spider's web, about to become the beautiful spider's
dinner. I quickly begged for mercy, "Joanna, let's make a deal…" Before I could finish, Joanna lifted my legs up; I had no idea
where she got the strength. Then my legs were spread open and placed on the armrests. A rope was threaded through the lower edge of the armrests, wrapped around my thighs, and tightly bound me to the chair
.
I was completely immobilized, and in a rather humiliating position. If a woman were bound like this, she would probably look incredibly alluring, wouldn't she?
Wait… what am I thinking? …The knots on the two armrests… the strangely long red rope… tightly bound… That’s it!
Suddenly it dawned on me—this was Lady Justin’s position. If it was this position, there must have been another person present…
Yes! It was Lord Justin.
An alcoholic, hence the stains on the wine bottle; a fiery temper—what woman, bound like this, would still think the man before her was gentle
; a womanizer, so Lord Justin was toying with Lady Justin.
No wonder… Joanna kept proving that those three robbers never existed in the first place. Wait… I seem to have forgotten something very important!
"Jaon, you look so delicious in that position..." Joanna said to me in a ravenous voice.
That snapped me back to reality. Joanna's eyes were glazed, her tongue constantly licking her lips, saliva trickling from the corners of her mouth. Her
breathing was rapid, and a blush was spreading across her face.
Hopeless! She was in heat...
I tried to make a final struggle, but it was futile. I could only prolong my remaining time by asking questions, saying, "Joanna, when did you
find out?" "Hehe, from the very beginning..." She slowly stretched out her hands towards me, "Back then, when I saw Mrs. Justin in the side hall,
I smelled something..." "...What smell?" Joanna forcefully unbuttoned my trousers like a queen.
"The smell of vaginal fluid mixed with semen... it's very faint, but I managed to detect it..." Her demeanor was forceful, yet her movements were gentle.
"...That's why I requested to investigate the scene first, rather than hear her testimony... Do you remember what I just said?" My last remaining defenses were gradually crumbling.
My mind was blank; I stammered, "Wh...what did I say?" "I said, you really are a man..." At the same time, her nimble fingers playfully
stroked through my remaining fabric. Her nails slowly scraped across my testicles, from bottom to top. "Men don't notice these subtle smells... Have you ever
smelled your own semen?" Uh... now that she mentioned it, I really hadn't.
"That's why I reminded you that sometimes, the scene of the crime is more credible than testimony." Without realizing it, my blood slowly rushed to my lower body.
She continued, "After examining Lord Justin's body and confirming my reasoning was correct, I got excited. I really wanted to
make love . But… that old fox Hawkins was here, making me hesitate. Oh! Jay, you're erect!" Joanna gently played with my erect
penis, her fingertips teasing the shaft through the fabric.
"Hiss…" I couldn't believe I could get an erection in this place, and Joanna's skillful technique felt very good. Then I remembered
that Joanna seemed quite excited after entering the crime scene. It wasn't the case that interested her, but her overwhelming sexual desire.
“That old fox Hawkins, though he felt there was something strange about the case, Mrs. Justin’s eyewitness testimony forced him
to investigate as a robbery-murder,” Joanna said smugly. “That’s why he initially asked me for help, but I deliberately led him astray—who told him to wake me
up ? Hehe, but having sex at a crime scene is actually quite arousing.” I was speechless, unable to understand how the environment had shaped her such
obsessive emotions.
“It’s because of your indulgence, Jay,” Joanna exposed my thoughts, and added, “Actually, I’ve fantasized about similar scenarios many times,
but I never had the chance. Today, I finally made it happen!” “Oh…” Joanna suddenly traced a circle around my glans with her fingernail through the fabric, the stimulating
sensation making me involuntarily cry out.
Finally, Joanna tore down my last line of defense. My erect penis stood in the air, a silvery, transparent liquid oozing from the glans, mingling with the smell of sweat.
She seemed to have reached her limit, unable to contain herself any longer, and said,
"Jaon, I'm going to enjoy it..." There was no answer; my erect
penis
told her my truest answer. She knelt down, her cherry-like, sexy lips slightly parted, revealing her white teeth
and a small tongue glistening with saliva. Her expression was so noble and proud; even her lewd actions couldn't diminish her dignity.
She took my penis into her mouth, her movements slow, her tongue swirling around the glans, lubricating it with saliva, then moving upwards to the urethral opening. First, she
spat out my shaft, then extended her tongue to lick the urethral opening, focused and earnest, before bringing her lips to it and gently sucking.
"Ah... hiss..." I gasped, a trembling sound escaping my lips.
God! Although she'd given me oral sex quite a few times, today I felt strangely comfortable in a humiliating, bound position. I hadn't expected to lose
my usual control; instead, I was enjoying the exquisite pleasure of being served by her even more.
My testicles twitched, my abdomen convulsed, and my penis playfully throbbed against her sexy lips. Saliva formed a silvery thread between her lips and my glans, making her
giggle. "Jaon, you're being naughty." "I…" I wanted to explain, but didn't know what to say.
"I'll punish you a little…" Joanna smiled wickedly.
Her right hand grasped my penis, slowly stroking it up and down, then her face fell. Suddenly, I felt a wetness appear on my testicles, traveling
down to the base.
Could it be?!
"Oh…" I couldn't help but groan.
I never expected Joanna to do something like this! She actually used the tip of her tongue to circle around my anus.
An indescribable, wonderful pleasure appeared and disappeared in those few seconds.
I couldn't help but imagine what her face would look like at this moment. Sticking out her little tongue, aiming at that brown spot, gently licking it.
I really want to see her expression now!
"Oh... God! Ugh!" I experienced the pleasure of my anus being licked again, a sensation like an electric shock, rushing into my brain through my nerves
.
Then, I felt a stretching sensation, as if a soft, wet, and flexible creature was probing deeply inside, and the breath from her nose was
caressing my anus. My penis trembled involuntarily, and more wet, sticky fluid leaked from the urethra.
"Is it good, Jay?" she looked up at me and asked.
I nodded, but no sound came out of my throat, only panting.
She continued licking, her right hand still holding my penis and stroking it up and down. Therefore, the crooked penis allowed me to see her face clearly. A thin layer of sweat slowly
appeared on her skin. Her eyes were still arrogant, but her expression was one of addictive pleasure.
The pleasure from licking her anus and stroking her penis was not as simple as one plus one; the feeling was indescribable.
I felt like I was about to explode, every cell in my body was filled with desire. She finally stopped her movements, covering her mouth demurely and
making a swallowing motion.
"Hoo...it's delicious...Jaon," Joanna said, as if she had quenched her thirst a little. "It feels great, doesn't it?" "Mmm..." I
panted.
"But this is just the beginning..." She tilted her head back and took my entire penis into her mouth, mumbling, "
Bigger...bigger...than usual...it feels so full and hot..." First, I felt a suction sensation travel through my nerves, then the feeling of being enveloped by her mouth. My entire
penis filled her small mouth completely until her nose touched my pubic hair.
She started moving her head, as if using her mouth as a vagina, making piston-like movements back and forth.
I didn't need to exert any force to feel my penis going in and out of her small mouth, thrusting into different parts of her mouth, especially
when my glans inadvertently brushed against her teeth, my whole body trembled involuntarily.
As I went in and out, saliva overflowed from the corners of her mouth, just like the abundant vaginal fluid that is brought out during sex. And the
wet, smacking sounds coming from her mouth, the seductive and lewd sounds, made me dizzy with desire.
After a few rounds, Joanna suddenly pulled my penis out of her mouth, my wet, erect shaft standing proudly. She gasped for breath,
praising,
"So big...so hard...looks so scary...hehe." "Joanna..." I gazed at her, my eyes conveying my current lust.
"Just a little longer..." Her tongue left my penis and began licking my testicles again, from the base upwards to the glans,
making my entire penis feel like it was being pulled from water.
However, this licking of different areas helped to ease the urge to climax, and also allowed me to enjoy different sensations. Although my lust burned fiercely,
I wasn't about to surrender. Then I watched as she slowly took my penis into her mouth, not with a deep throat like before, but with her small mouth enveloping the glans, her lips circling it,
feeling the manipulation of her tongue. At the same time, her hands gently teased the shaft and testicles beneath my glans.
"Hmm..."
The upper half was licked, the lower half was manipulated. Two different sensations occurred in the same spot. At this moment, all I could do was pant and moan... Such
pleasurable oral sex was etched firmly into my soul. However, even the most pleasurable stimulation couldn't compare to Joanna's vagina, which I still lingered over.
Joanna instantly understood my thoughts. She got up, turned around, pulled up her lace dress, straightened her upper body, and
squatted slightly with her legs turned inward. As she turned her head, she used two fingers of her right hand to spread her vulva and aim it at my glans.
Immediately, a strange, tingling desire surged from my lower abdomen. I gritted my teeth, not expecting such intense stimulation even before penetration.
That aroused burning lust found its best outlet in her easy squatting. At this moment, I felt my entire
penis slowly soaking into hot water. Her vagina seemed to be accumulating its own fluids, constantly maintaining its warmth, all for the sake of my penetration.
Her anus contracted and relaxed, as if my penetration had given her a weak burst of desire. At the same time, my penis was already halfway in, the pink
flesh oozing wetness, and soon even my testicles could feel her overflowing moisture. Finally, my entire penis was inside, reaching the
deepest part .
She groaned, "Ugh...so deep...all the way in..." "So good..." I exclaimed.
"Hmm!" She seemed to have lost her balance, realizing that her entire weight was pressing down on my lower abdomen. I felt my penis breaking through from the deepest part,
the glans sending a signal of a second entry.
Could it be that my glans had reached her uterus?
In any case, Joanna began to move up and down on her own, cupping her breasts with both hands, squeezing and kneading them, the rapid intercourse producing wet,
splashing sounds.
"Oh my god...oh...it feels so good..." she said with blissful abandon, "It's so good...so full...it feels so strange...I hate it..."
Joanna seemed to be addicted, saying no but continuing to speed up. Her breathing became more rapid, and she said intermittently, "I'm going to climax...
I can't take it anymore...I'm going to climax..." Her body suddenly stiffened and stood erect, her lace dress taut, and she let out a long "oh" as she reached climax with
her own up-and-down movements.
However, she did not stop after her climax, and I knew she was not completely satisfied. She continued to move her body up and down, even more
violently than before. My bound body was powerless to resist, and I could only watch as she thrust my penis into her body with each stroke.
"Huff...ha...huff huff..." Joanna's emotions were almost collapsing, her throat filled with moans. She said unrestrainedly, "Oh my god...
it's so good ...I'm going to...I'm about to climax..." I could not see her expression, but from her voice, I could tell that her eyes were rolling back, as if she
was about to faint. A smug smile played on her lips, as if she had achieved unparalleled satisfaction. Her muscles were stiff and tense, and the heat emanating from her pores was faintly visible;
astonishing power was brewing within her. She raised her head, a note stuck deep in her throat, unable to burst forth, but her appearance and the reaction of her body were completely...
This perfectly captured her emotions.
She opened her mouth as wide as possible, but no sound came out.
*Pop!
* Joanna withdrew my penis, leaving her suspended in mid-air for several seconds before collapsing to her knees on the carpet, her buttocks raised
high towards me. It was as if all her strength had been drained away in an instant, and a stream of hot, pleasurable fluid flowed from her genitals.
However, the sex wasn't over yet. During the intense act, my ropes had unexpectedly come loose.
Freed from this awkward position, the initiative was back in my hands.
Although I didn't resent Joanna's assertiveness, as a man who had fought in war, I still had my own dignity. I pulled the limp
Joanna up from the carpet and used the rope that had bound my hands to tie her back, making her lie back in the chair in the same position as me.
I held her legs, looking at her still dazed state, and gently called out,
"Joanna."
"Hmm?" She responded slightly to my voice, her eyes gradually focusing, and her mind slowly returning to clarity.
"Are you satisfied? Now it's my turn, isn't it?"
Just as she was about to react, I thrust into her wet vagina again. To my surprise, this time her vagina was even
wetter you
'd been planning to rape me for so long... But, what goes around comes around. Now, it's your turn to try the same position." Infected by her actions, I felt the
long-forgotten madness within me being awakened by her. Her dazed expression due to orgasm somehow particularly aroused my latent desires,
as if I had returned to the battlefield... At this moment, all I could think about was how to take revenge and defile her delicious body, making her moan and cry beneath me. Her
unfocused, dazed eyes, her obscene, dazed expression, and her flushed, delicate skin endlessly stirred my emotions.
"Mmm...mmm...oh..." Her lewd moans echoed through the dining room, but what did it matter? This main room, arranged by Joanna, was reserved for just the two of us. Without anyone else to disturb us, I
could
, the murderer, the witnesses... I just wanted to release, to completely pour my lust into Joanna's body. Her
wet, fleshy flesh gripped my penis tightly, the tender flesh inside scraping back and forth with each thrust, a continuous stream of pleasurable sensations,
indescribable and ineffable. Joanna's expression was a mixture of shame and pleasure, yet she still maintained her pride, her hips writhing wantonly, further amplifying my animalistic instincts and
sense of conquest.
I was almost frantic, thrusting in and out relentlessly, looking down at Joanna's honey pot as my penis rolled in and out, making squelching
and each thrust.
With each wave of my assault, Joanna's deep abyss of desire was quickly filled again by the pleasure I was giving her. I could clearly feel
the contractions in her lower abdomen and vulva, a surge of heat gushing from deep within her vagina, traveling to my glans, spreading through my nerves to every part of my body.
I knew she had reached her climax again.
"Ah!" This was her high-pitched cry, the sound of my ejaculation. Thick semen broke through her tight defenses, gushing out from my body, pouring into her vagina without
a trace . I gripped the handrail tightly, thrusting my hips forward to press my genitals even closer to Joanna's, savoring the lingering, blissful 　　afterglow 　　of my climax
… 　　**************** 　　... Joanna stretched her hands, smeared her index and middle fingers on her bright red vulva, collecting the fishy-smelling semen I had ejaculated inside her. She licked it with her tongue , then said with ecstasy, 　　"The taste of Jaon's semen is truly unforgettable..." 　　Her lewd words made me blush with embarrassment. But I hadn't forgotten what she had said earlier: if Sir Justin had been struck hard ... 　　could it be... a cardiac arrest?! 　　Indeed, this confirmed Sir Justin's expression after his death—his face contorted, his teeth bared, as if he were laughing, but his eyes were filled with hatred and anger. 　　"He was enjoying himself when someone ruined it..." I murmured, a sigh tinged with emotion. 　　However, this deduction didn't fully explain Sir Justin's appearance at the time of his death, at most the cause. In my memory, Sir Justin's body was lying supine on the ground, his fists clenched and extended above his head, one hand gripping a club tightly. 　　Joanna, tidying her clothes, casually suggested, "Jaon, think about your position after you ejaculated." What! The position during ejaculation...? 　　I touched my chin, recalling the moment. I remember... I think I gripped the armrests with both hands, then arched my back and tensed my whole body. If, at that moment I had received a heavy blow to the back of my head, my heart would have gone numb... I walked to the chair and re-enacted the scene. In an instant, I completely understood! 　　"This... this isn't too much of a coincidence, is it?" I exclaimed in disbelief. The truth was truly astonishing. 　　"Although it's a coincidence, this is the truth." Joanna finished tidying her clothes, full of energy, and continued, "...Aside from a few remaining points that need investigation, most of the case is clear. Jay, could you go and investigate the body again? See if it's as I deduced... I think we should be able to solve the case after dinner." Solve the case after dinner? It seems Joanna even knows who the culprit is. Meanwhile, I was still sluggishly pondering . 　　"Why solve the case after dinner?" I asked curiously. 　　"Jaon, don't you think we need to replenish our energy after all that exercise? Besides, they're providing free meals here," Joanna said, her tone full of reason.

Naturally, she added, "And isn't it a good idea to do the deduction of the case after dinner and snacks?" Once again, I felt
helpless .
"Hehe, you spoiled her," Joanna said, leaving on her own, not forgetting to add, "Remember to check the body for me." Sigh! For the first time
, I felt that being her assistant was really tiring.
While Joanna was engrossed in her investigation, I arrived at the location where the body was kept, led by Officer Hawkins's subordinates. Fortunately,
due to the weather, the body was decomposing quite slowly, and there was no nauseating stench.
Lord Justin's body was no different from my previous examination; the only wound was on the head—a blunt force injury, a severe head injury, quite fatal.
Comparing it to the marks on the fire poker, it was indeed the murder weapon. The fact that the fire poker was bent indicated the force used; the murderer
must have been a strong man.
But given the current situation, I couldn't think of anyone on the farm who could be the murderer.
As Joanna deduced, Lord Justin likely died of cardiac arrest, though I couldn't discern it from the surface of the body—it was only a possibility. However,
there were traces of wine at the corners of his mouth, and there was no doubt he had engaged in sexual activity before his death. The semen stains on his trousers, and the stench reminiscent of rotten
eggs , reminded me of what Joanna had told me:
"Men don't notice the smell of semen."
Semen, when liquid, has a fishy, foul smell. But after it dries, it smells like rotten eggs.
Just smelling it makes me nauseous and I gag. To be honest, perhaps I've become accustomed to the smell of a decaying corpse; otherwise,
the smell of dried semen shouldn't be comparable to the stench of a dead body.
Based on Lord Justin's body, Joanna's deduction seemed about 80% credible to me; aside from the inexplicable cardiac arrest, everything else was plausible.
Now, it was just a matter of waiting for Joanna to find the murderer.
After the investigation, I finally found Joanna in front of the newly built house where the servants lived.
She stood at the door, seemingly waiting. When she saw me, she beckoned me over.
I walked up to her, and she whispered to me,
"Jean, the murderer in this case is a very difficult person to deal with. He's as strong as a lion, able to bend a fire poker; as agile as a squirrel, delivering
a silent and fatal blow to Lord Justin; moreover, he's as cunning as a fox, and extremely clever, because this seemingly plausible yet intricately
bizarre story was fabricated by him. The case we encountered is this peculiar character's masterpiece." Joanna rubbed her hands together excitedly and added, "Unfortunately, it
gave us away through the smell. You know, this shouldn't have given us any clues at all, hehe. " "I think you're just bragging..." I couldn't help but want to
retort, "Your sense of smell must be better than a dog's..." "Jean, I'll take that as a compliment." Joanna's enthusiastic
expression turned serious, and she added, "But we haven't won yet. One wrong move and something unexpected could happen.
Wait, I'll have a private talk with the maid, Theresa. We must be extra careful during the conversation to obtain the crucial evidence we need." Joanna's
words were , as if she were implying that there was something wrong with the maid, Theresa. But that wasn't what I was thinking; I thought Theresa was perfectly normal. Although the maid was beautiful, she
was completely different from the murderer I had deduced, and I couldn't connect the two at all.
The beautiful Australian maid, Theresa, was very eye-catching. Her timid appearance made it hard to believe that she had a strong heart and was
loyal to Mrs. Justin. After she appeared at the door, Joanna treated her with great friendliness, listening attentively to her story. Before long, she had won Theresa
's trust. She made no attempt to conceal her hatred for her deceased master:
"Yes, Miss Holmes. He always mistreated the lady, and she endured it all with great fortitude, refusing to make a fuss for the sake of appearances. And she wouldn't
tell me how she was mistreated. You saw the marks on her arms this morning, marks she wouldn't tell me about, but I know they were
caused by beatings with a stick.
The devil of this world! He's dead, yet I still say this about him, God forgive me! When we first met him, he was so
kind and amiable , but that was eighteen months ago, and it feels like eighteen years to both of us now; it seems like a dream."
It was around July, I think, when the lady had just arrived in London. She had never left home before; it was her first trip abroad. The naive lady was
deceived by his title, wealth, and feigned tenderness, winning his heart and marrying him immediately. Perhaps it was a momentary lapse on her part, but
she suffered greatly in the days that followed, truly a torment for her.
The lady is currently in the lounge on the first floor. She is a strong person and should be able to see you, but please don't ask too many questions,
considering she has just experienced such a tragic event…” Then, Theresa and we entered the lounge together. Lady Justin seemed slightly better,
but from her expression, it was clear the wound on her forehead still caused her pain. Theresa leaned over and began applying a cold compress to Lady Justin's wound.
Mrs. Justin said with an unfriendly expression, "Miss Holmes, I hope you're not here to investigate me again?" Joanna said gently, "No,
Mrs. Justin. As a woman myself, I have no intention of adding to your unnecessary suffering. My greatest wish is for you to be at peace. As far as I know, you
have already suffered enough in the past. Please believe me, if you are willing to trust me as a friend, I will never betray the trust you have placed in me."
"Then what do you want me to do?"
"I hope you will tell the truth," Joanna said tactfully.
"Miss Holmes! I have already…"
"Mrs. Justin. I'm sorry, please don't hide it anymore. Covering up the truth is useless. Perhaps you've heard of my meager reputation, and I don't think I've
misjudged you. I dare to swear on my reputation that what you said this morning was not entirely true." At this moment, Mrs. Justin and her maid, Theresa, turned
pale and stared at Joanna with fear.
"Miss Holmes! Don't you think it's incredibly rude of you to say that Madam is lying?" exclaimed Teresa. "I'm sorry, I'm not a gentleman. Rather,
I'm a woman, just like you..." Joanna's expression was somewhat disappointed. "...So, Madam, you mean there's nothing more to discuss?" "Yes, everything that needed to be said has been
said."
"Please reconsider, Madam... In fact, perhaps it would be better to tell the whole truth without any concealment." Joanna looked into
Madam 's eyes; her gaze, though gentle, was unyielding.
For a fleeting moment, a look of hesitation crossed the lady's beautiful face, as if she were considering whether to speak. However, Theresa stepped forward,
her face hardening , and said decisively,
"The lady has already told you everything! Please don't pressure her any further!" Joanna shrugged and calmly said, "I understand, I'm sorry, madam."
Then, without a word, she walked outside, and I followed. There was a pond in the courtyard, and Joanna walked towards it. The pond was completely frozen. She
glanced the pond and continued to the gate. In the gatehouse, she hurriedly wrote a short note to Officer Hawkins, handed it to his subordinate, and instructed,
"Could you please take this letter to Hawkins?" After Officer Hawkins' subordinate left, Joanna said to me,
"It might succeed, it might fail; things are more complicated than I imagined. But the bait has been laid; now we just have to wait for the killer to take the bait. That
old fox Hawkins, every case he handles is never a good one." Joanna said with a sigh.
"What should we do next?" I asked her.
"Lunch, I'm hungry," Joanna replied matter-of-factly.
Something's not right, is it? She's in the mood for lunch now? What is Joanna thinking?
I don't know…
Table of Contents Eight: Truth Analysis
In the blink of an eye, the sun had already set. Unexpectedly, Joanna had closed the case in less than a day. During this time, I had asked
Joanna about the murderer, but she always avoided my questions with obscene language. For example, when we were investigating the second floor:
"Jay, what would it feel like to have sex in the stairwell? Think about it, the stairwells where we lived on Baker Street were super narrow and
dark , sounds pretty exciting, right? Want to try it?" Or when investigating the kitchen:
"Look at the radishes in the kitchen, the red ones are long and thin, the white ones are thick and strong, I wonder what kind of pleasure it would feel like to have them inside a vagina? Find a chance to try
the feeling of a foreign object being inserted. Huh? Why do you ask? Because I only like your penis inside my vagina, I don't want to try anyone else's." And when we were hiring sex workers:
"Jay, I think Lord Justin's preferences make me want to try them out. When I get back, I'll try to make some props. Hmm, maybe I can refer
to the torture instruments Hawkins and his team use. I want to have a torture game with you, it would be very interesting, hehe." Near dusk, Officer Hawkins finally
returned. Joanna casually asked,
"Hawkins, how's the robbery going?" "Well... not really. They seem to have vanished into thin air."
Officer Hawkins' eyes darted left and right. "But, I did manage to get what you asked me to do. Here, take this." Officer Hawkins handed Joanna
a file. She quickly glanced at it, then swiftly tore it to shreds, catching me off guard. To be honest, I was also curious about the contents.
She always liked to completely obliterate useless information...
After reading it, Joanna's eyes showed no sign of doubt as she confidently said, "Hehe, Jay, let's go for dinner." I couldn't understand Joanna
's intentions; our dinner was being held at the crime scene's restaurant. All the relevant evidence had already been removed by Officer Hawkins's men, and a replacement chair had been
specially provided. The restaurant had also been thoroughly cleaned by the servants that afternoon, but there was still an inexplicable sense of unease.
After all, this is the place where Lord Justin died…
Of everyone present, including Joanna, myself, Mrs. Justin, the maid Teresa, Officer Hawkins, and a subordinate standing guard at the dining room entrance,
only Joanna possessed an exceptionally good appetite. She was elegant and well-trained in etiquette, yet it was clear that her food was disappearing rapidly.
I believe that, apart from myself, no one was unsure of Joanna's voracious appetite.
Curious—how could she eat so much? Fearful—how could she eat so much?
Don't forget, we were dining at the crime scene.
Joanna finished her dessert, patted her flat stomach, and looked completely satisfied. She walked to the fireplace, checked her watch, and announced,
“Alright, let me explain the events of this incident to you all.” Instantly, all eyes were on her. Especially Officer Hawkins,
who was filled with anticipation.
After basking in the attention, she calmly announced,
"I'll get straight to the point: Lord Justin wasn't killed by bandits." This statement caused a stir among the crowd, excluding myself. Officer
Hawkins frowned, then asked Joanna, "Miss Holmes, I'd like to hear your reasoning." Joanna countered, "Hey,
Hawkins, do you think I've been cold to you?" Officer Hawkins, unsure whether to nod or shake his head, said calmly, "To be honest, you've
always been like this to me. However, I believe you must have your reasons." True to his reputation as the "old fox" Joanna had described, he knew how to offer her a graceful way out at a time like this.
My intuition told me that Officer Hawkins knew Joanna was deliberately treating her this way, unwilling to reveal any clues to him from the start.
There's no way around it; women's vengefulness is often intense.
Joanna thanked her, saying, "Thank you for your understanding. I didn't mean to be cold to you, but when I learned of things that hadn't been made public,
I promised to tell you if you found out. Because your duty required you to make this public." "Just as you said."
"Alright..." Joanna returned to the topic, saying, "To avoid any unnecessary accidents, I temporarily sent Hawkins away to help me
investigate some information I needed. Meanwhile, my assistant and I stayed at the farm to investigate the case alone. In the evening, Hawkins finally returned and retrieved
the information I urgently needed to know." Something was strange... Was Joanna trying to distance herself from something? But the expression on her face was like that of someone who had successfully pulled off a prank.
"Next, I'm going to state the most crucial part of this case..." Joanna pointed to the chair, "This chair... no, let's pretend this chair
is the original one. At that time, Mrs. Justin, you were tightly bound to the chair, right?" "Yes... yes." Mrs. Justin looked somewhat
flustered .
Joanna sat down in the chair, resting her hands on the armrests, and asked, "Is this the correct position?" "...Yes," Mrs. Justin hesitated before replying.
"Then let me ask you again, Madam, were you completely unable to move your entire body at the time? Including your legs?" Joanna inquired again.
Mrs. Justin hesitated again, then nodded and said, "Yes." "I can guarantee it!" Theresa blurted out forcefully, stating definitively, "Madam..."
"Everyone's telling the truth!" "That's so strange..." Joanna stared sharply at Mrs. Justin and Teresa, asking, "There are
knots only on the armrests, but no knots on the chair legs. Isn't that too illogical?" "Well... that..." Mrs. Justin stammered.
Teresa quickly interjected, "I untied the ropes binding Mrs. Justin's feet first, and then I cut the ropes on the armrests with a knife because I couldn't untie them." "Is that so?"
Joanna 's voice rose several octaves.
"I promise!"
"Your promise is worthless..." Joanna said dismissively, "Because you're lying. The red rope left at the scene wasn't that long at all.
That means Mrs. Justin wasn't bound in that position at all." "Then what position would she have been in?" Officer Hawkins asked quickly.
From his tone, he seemed very eager to know the details.
Joanna didn't answer his question directly, but continued her explanation: "Last night, Lord Justin didn't go to bed at nine o'clock at all. He and his
wife were in the dining room, enacting a lewd love scene. Poor Lady Justin was shamefully tied to a chair, suffering Lord Justin's torment..."
With her excellent oratory skills and expressive body language, Joanna vividly described the sex scene that had occurred in the dining room the previous night. She made no attempt to hide anything, even detailing the specifics
, as if she were actually there.
I felt a little embarrassed; this was clearly a modified version of the scene of our earlier lovemaking... "Next, the most crucial part of this case
..." Joanna seemed enthusiastic, her tone shifting from serious to sinister as she said, "Just as Lord Justin was ejaculating... unbeknownst to him, someone quietly
approached from behind and struck him hard. Thump!" Joanna made an exaggerated sound, startling everyone present.
"Heh heh, head ripped open, brains splattered everywhere..." she said with a regretful and sympathetic expression. "Men, they only experience the ultimate pleasure. Unlike women, they can't have multiple orgasms. Thank God for the beauty of being women." At this moment, I noticed
Mrs. Justin and her maid, Teresa. The former was terribly pale, her expression blank, as if lost in memories. Her delicate body trembled uncontrollably, her hands clenched
tightly together ; the latter clenched her fists, biting her lower lip, her eyes filled with an unusual thought, as if pondering something.
"Then, Lord Justin fell straight down, face up. Coincidentally, Lord Justin had been holding the armrest when he ejaculated, and because
of this , he fell with his hands half-clenched and facing upwards..." Joanna finished explaining, walked back to the dining table from the fireplace, and slammed her hand on the table.
With a snap, she looked indifferently at Lady Justin and Teresa and said, "A seemingly reasonable, yet bizarre plan was devised in a very short time
... Three robbers broke in through the window, tied up the lady, killed Lord Justin who came downstairs to check, then ran to the dining table to drink and took their loot. The maid later
discovered this, rescued the lady, and finally called the police. Using eyewitness testimony, the police were led to investigate a robbery and murder case." "So far, my reasoning should be
pretty sound, right?" Joanna asked confidently.
"I...I...I..." Lady Justin stammered, looking like she wanted to say something but dared not. Finally, as if making a decision, she slowly said,
"I..." Teresa loyally defended her mistress, while loudly questioning Joanna, "Miss Holmes, you are being extremely rude! Up until now, you have only been
humiliating the lady. The lady is indeed hiding something, but where is the murderer? We want to know who the murderer is!" "The murderer?" Joanna looked at
Teresa and said disappointedly, "I've made it so clear, don't you understand... The murderer is you, isn't it?" Upon hearing this, I subconsciously
became wary of Teresa.
"How could that be...?" I had no doubt about Joanna's reasoning. However, I still couldn't connect the murderer with Teresa.
This seemingly delicate woman actually had the ability to kill a strong and powerful man!
Joanna continued without stopping, "Unfortunately, the most important mistake you made was those three glasses containing a little red wine." Teresa
froze, as if struck by lightning.
“It seems you’ve figured it out… No one drank those three glasses of wine.” Joanna picked up a glass of water from the table, took a sip, and said, “See, if someone
has drunk from it, there will be a trace on the rim of the glass, let alone wine. I think you originally intended to give Madam a drink to calm her down.
But after you poured it out, you realized that Madam actually deeply dislikes alcohol because Lord Justin is addicted. I understand, people always make mistakes when they’re nervous.”
“…So, I know there weren’t any three robbers!” Joanna raised her right hand, pointing at Theresa, and said, “If we assume Madam is innocent, then
the murderer must be you!” Silence fell over the room.
Theresa didn’t move, neither admitting nor denying. Officer Hawkins made an “arrest” gesture, and his subordinates immediately understood.
Just as they were preparing to act, a shocking change occurred!
Theresa swiftly grabbed an inconspicuous condiment bottle from the table and poured it into her mouth. Then, she covered her mouth, and white liquid
seeped from between her fingers… Her body went limp, and she collapsed.
“Damn it!” I yelled.
Judging from her actions, she had probably committed suicide by poison. Besides Joanna and Mrs. Justin, Officer Hawkins, his men, and I reacted immediately,
rushing to where Teresa had fallen.
Since I was closest, I reached her in seconds. Just as I was about to check on her, Joanna suddenly shouted,
“Jaon!”
It has to be said, sometimes the body reacts faster than the brain. I turned around, watching Officer Hawkins and his men pass by on either side of me,
responding to Joanna,
“How are you?”
At that moment, I heard a cracking sound. Subconsciously, I turned back and saw Officer Hawkins and his men kneeling on the ground,
hands covering their eyes, coughing painfully.
…What happened?
Chapter Nine: The Unexpected End
Teresa stood up again, white liquid still at the corner of her mouth. She delivered a merciless kick, her entire foot striking my lower abdomen with
lightning speed.
It hurt. That was my first reaction.
Such immense strength was hidden within her slender frame. No wonder Joanna had warned me. The killer in this case was someone with the strength of a lion,
the agility of a squirrel, and the cunning of a fox.
I was too careless.
I watched as my legs went out of control, my knees buckled, and I half-knelt. Teresa, using the force of my kick, sprang forward, heading towards the
French windows of the restaurant.
At the same time, I don't know where the strength came from, I only knew I wanted to stop Teresa. My right hand instinctively took out
the item Officer Hawkins had given me that morning and tossed it towards Joanna out of the corner of my eye.
"Joanna, catch!" I shouted.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Three shots rang out in quick succession. Even though I was face down, half-kneeling, I knew what had happened.
The pain in my lower abdomen gradually subsided; this minor injury was nothing to worry about, nothing compared to what I had experienced on the battlefield.
My mobility returned immediately, and I stood up.
At this moment, Teresa was forced back by Joanna's bullets. I'm not trying to praise Joanna, but in terms of marksmanship, her superb shooting skills far
surpassed even mine, who had received formal training. The gun seemed to have a soul in her hands; every bullet she fired hit the most critical spot.
Joanna didn't hit Theresa, but instead used the bullet to block her path, like a cat toying with a mouse before devouring it.
Theresa stopped, turned, and lunged at Mrs. Justin, seemingly trying to take her hostage. Joanna didn't fire, coldly watching Theresa
's actions. I immediately understood that this was Joanna's way of teaching Mrs. Justin a lesson for concealing the truth.
Theresa, with her outstretched hands, had a ferocious expression, a triumphant smile playing on her lips; Mrs. Justin was frozen, her face filled with despair.
I stepped forward, blocked.
Two completely different emotions, madness and reason, surged within me, every cell in my body boiling with excitement, as if I were back on a battlefield. I stepped
between the two, using the back of my hand to deflect Theresa's hands.
I think no one understands the human body better than I, a doctor.
A doctor can kill or save in an instant.
In a flash, Theresa's joints were dislocated, and a knee strike to her diaphragm sent her collapsing, incapacitated. I joined my right hand together,
ready to deliver the final blow to her, who offered no resistance.
Murderous intent erupted!
"Jayon!" Joanna placed a hand on my shoulder, speaking softly, "Stop." The rest is probably unnecessary to recount… After
Officer Hawkins recovered, he took over the follow-up cases.
The Justin Manor case thus came to a close.
Originally, I wanted to record the subsequent events, wanting to learn about Mrs. Justin and Theresa.
However, the manor held no appeal for Joanna, who had solved the mystery. She looked listless and urged us to leave quickly.
We were on the train back to London, in the carriage. I asked Joanna, "Joanna, I have several questions for you." "Go ahead and ask. But I'll decide whether to answer
based on my mood," Joanna said wearily. No wonder, she had a long and tiring day, besides solving the case, there was also sex.
"When did you know Theresa was the murderer?" I asked bluntly.
“From the very beginning…” Joanna looked at me disdainfully, “The moment I saw Theresa, I knew she was a virgin. Believe me, it’s like
a sneeze , you can’t hide it. I don’t believe Lord Justin didn’t touch such a beautiful Theresa. Just like you’re not a virgin, because
I simply couldn’t resist eating you, hehe.” For a moment, I realized I’d asked the wrong question. Joanna’s strange logic was beyond the
comprehension . Who judges someone’s character based on whether they’re a virgin?!
I decided to abandon that question and ask my second question: “…So, how did you know she faked suicide by poisoning?” “A woman’s intuition.
Hmm, that’s right,” Joanna shrugged.
That answer was utterly rubbish.
She continued, "Just kidding, Jay, don't take it seriously." I actually believed it...
"Since Lord Justin didn't touch her, she must have some leverage to negotiate with him on equal terms. I don't know, and I don't want to know. Anyway,
Hawkins will be here to brag to us in a few days, so don't worry." Joanna said nonchalantly, "Besides, don't forget her
position is a maid.
Think about it, a woman Lord Justin dares not touch is a maid. This shows she's an extremely patient woman. How
could such a woman commit suicide?" "That's why you called me when I got close."
"Yeah..." Joanna suddenly laughed, "Hehe, seeing Hawkins fall into the trap almost killed me with laughter. Who told him to dig me up at
3:30 , hmph." This woman is still holding a grudge? My God!
However, speaking of traps, they were just chili powder mixed with pepper. Teresa crushed the bottle and sprinkled it into the air.
Unexpectedly, it was very effective at blocking them.
"...Do you know why Teresa killed Lord Justin?" "No," she said firmly.
"No?" I asked, puzzled.
"Whatever the reason, she killed Lord Justin." Joanna stared at me and countered, "Didn't you want to kill her too? ... " I was speechless.
Killing Teresa was purely an instinctive reaction. Ultimately, I had no reason to kill her.
"Jaon!" Joanna called out, snapping me out of my thoughts. "Don't kill anyone, and don't get killed, understand?" "I'll try my best..."
Sigh... I may have left the battlefield, but my heart seems to still be there... "Any other questions?"
"Hmm..." I shook my head. "...No."
"Then I want to take a nap..." Joanna said sleepily, "...When we get back to Baker Street, I want to have a big meal first, then make love, then take
a shower, then make love again, and then go to sleep. Jay, you should rest now too, you'll be busy when we get back, hehe." I said with a black line on my face, "Really?"
[The End]

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