【The Missing Guest List in the Fake Sherlock Holmes Case Files】(3)

"Let me get straight to the point..." 　　Pers

sat up straight, organized his thoughts, and regulated his breathing before speaking fluently: "...Miss

Holmes , I'm a very optimistic person, my life is very happy, and my career is quite successful. However... just

when I was about to marry Miss Connie, this calamity struck, it's really going to kill me..."

Pers's tone gradually became agitated, and even his originally pale face

flushed red . His fists clenched unconsciously, and he continued,

"I never imagined... that my future would turn so bleak overnight, that such terrible misfortune would befall

me . I think John might have told you something about me.

After graduating from university, thanks to my uncle's promotion, I worked in the Foreign Office, rose quickly, and obtained a

position where I could handle things independently.

Not long ago, after my uncle became a cabinet official, I thrived even more, receiving many

important tasks, which I completed very successfully. Therefore, I was highly regarded by him..."

At this point, he suddenly deflated like a punctured balloon, radiating an aura of frustration and dejection. Pers's eyes

fell into recollection. He cupped his head, and after a moment of regret, said,

"However, nine weeks ago, to be precise, on May 23rd, my uncle called me into his

office, first praising my work achievements. Then... with a serious expression, he entrusted me with an important

task ..."

'It was a rather important document.' "

Having said that," he took out a grayish-white scroll from a secret safe in the cupboard, and with unusual seriousness,

instructed me:

"Inside is the original of a secret treaty concluded between Great Britain and other countries. Unfortunately,

this treaty has been rumored internationally, but without concrete evidence, its veracity cannot be confirmed.

The United States, in particular, firmly believes it and is even willing to pay a large sum to buy it.

Therefore, I rarely take it out of the safe in the cupboard. However, the Royal Family believes it is necessary to make a copy of this important

document . So, I have decided to entrust this important task to you, hoping

your caution will ensure its successful completion.

Perth, you have a private safe in your office, right?" "

Yes, I have a private safe," I replied.

"Then, carefully put it away now. Only make the copy after everyone else has left. Remember!

Absolutely do not let anyone else see it. After copying, lock the original and the copy together in the safe. Give it to me personally tomorrow

morning ." "

So, I took that important document, and then..."

"Wait!" Joanna interrupted Burse's narration, asking seriously, "

Was there anyone else present when you were talking?"

"No, there was no one else present, just my uncle and me," he replied.

"Was that office big?" Joanna asked again.

Burse thought for a moment and said, "Hmm... it should be about the same size as this room."

"Really?" Joanna immediately stood up, saying apologetically, "Excuse me, I'm just taking a quick measurement

of the room's size."

After saying that, she walked around the room, then returned to her seat and whispered to me,

"Jaon, write this down. It's about twenty-five square meters."

"Ah... okay." Hearing Joanna's instruction, I quickly took out my notebook and

wrote down the number she had just mentioned. In addition, to avoid being confused by other numbers, I also drew a

square diagram and wrote "the office is about twenty-five square meters" in the blank space in the middle.

Back at his seat, Joanna asked again, "Were you in the middle of the office?"

Pers was clearly confused by Joanna's behavior until she repeated the question, at which point

he understood and replied,

"...Yes, in the middle of the office."

"You must have been talking in hushed tones?" Joanna speculated.

"My uncle's voice is naturally low, and I barely spoke."

"Thank you! I understand." Joanna then quietly leaned back in her chair, closed her eyes, and

said apologetically, "Please continue."

Pers then asked Miss Connie to pour him a glass of water to moisten his throat before continuing his story:

"...Following my uncle's instructions, I waited silently until everyone had left for the day. At that time,

a male colleague of mine named Charles Grower was still working and hadn't left yet.

So I had to ask him to stay and go out for lunch. When I returned, he had already left.

That day, knowing that Joseph, the same Mr. Harrison who brought you here, was planning

to take the 11 o'clock night train back to Waukkin, I intended to finish this task as quickly as possible so I could take

the same train home with him.

At the time, I first skimmed through the treaty's contents and realized that my uncle's serious attitude was not an

exaggeration at all; this document was truly important! I cannot disclose the details, but it concerns

a certain matter between Britain and other European countries." The stance taken was endorsed by many important figures, including members of royal families

from various countries .

Therefore, after reviewing the document, I began copying it.

The document was very long, a full five pages. Although I tried to copy it as quickly as possible

, by nine o'clock I had only copied three pages, far from making the night bus.

Perhaps it was because I had eaten dinner, or perhaps it was because I was too tired from work that day. Soon after, I felt

very sleepy, and my head was spinning. So I pressed the call button, wanting a cup of coffee to hopefully perk

myself .

I knew Mr. Tanchi was on duty in the small room downstairs. He was an old man who usually helped me with the trivial matters

, and he was very loyal.

Soon, Mr. Tanchi came up and asked what I needed. Therefore, I directly told him:

"Please make me a cup of coffee."

After he left, I slowly finished copying the third page. By then, I was getting increasingly sleepy, so I stood

up stretched, and walked around the office to see if I could shake off the drowsiness. It was quite a while before I finally...

I realized my coffee hadn't been served.

"What's going on?!"

I was getting impatient and full of questions, because Mr. Tench wasn't the type to slack off

. So, I opened the door and headed down the corridor.

My office door led to a dimly lit corridor, at the end of which was a winding staircase leading to

Mr. Tench's lounge. There was a small platform in the middle of the staircase, from which

another vertical passageway led to an entrance for some colleagues. "

Here, Perth paused thoughtfully, then asked, "Would you like me to draw a simple diagram for you

?"

"No, thank you." Joanna refused without hesitation, instead taking the notebook and pen I had

, sketching a few lines, and showing me her drawing, asking, "Is the area

around similar to this?"

"Wow! How is that possible?" Perth exclaimed in surprise upon seeing Joanna's drawing.

Joanna's actions shocked Perth once again. Not only him, but even Miss Connie next to him

looked surprised after seeing her sketch. They couldn't believe that Joanna

could .

I, however, was not surprised at all. I had known about Joanna's ability for a long time.

Joanna smiled and said politely, "Because you explained it in such detail, I was able to draw the map so easily

."

She said it casually, but her smug expression was impossible to fake, as if she were saying to us, "Come

and praise me!" Only after she had savored the sense of superiority we admired did she say, "Mr. Pers, please

continue."

"Hmph..." Pers sighed, a slight tremor at the corner of his mouth, and said in a low voice, "Now, the most important

part...

I went downstairs to Mr. Tench's lounge, only to find him fast asleep, the boiling water

overflowing and spilling onto the floor.

So, I decided to wake him. Just then, the alarm bell on the wall

rang sharply, incessantly. Before I could even touch Mr. Tench, he was startled by the ringing and

jumped up quickly.

'Ah, Mr. Fairpool!' he exclaimed, flustered.

I calmly said to him, 'I thought the coffee should be ready, so I went downstairs to check.'"

"I'm sorry... I fell asleep while boiling water..." He

apologized to me with a terrified expression, glancing frequently at the incessantly vibrating alarm. His face gradually turned ashen, and he cautiously asked, "You

're here... then, who could have rung the alarm?"

"You mean this incessantly ringing alarm? Which office is it from?" I instinctively asked him.

"Your..." Mr. Tanchi swallowed hard, then nervously confirmed again, "...it's your

office alarm!"

In that instant, my heart felt like it had been punched, my vision blurred, and I almost fainted.

Because a thought flashed through my mind:

"Someone broke into my office where I keep important documents!"

So I turned and ran, scrambling up the stairs and rushing down the corridor to my office.

Strangely, the dimly lit corridor was deserted, and my office was completely

silent, exactly as I had left it. But there was one difference:

the important documents I had left on my desk were gone…”

The room fell silent after he finished speaking.

Pers's weak, low voice and detailed description seemed to transport me back to the crime scene, enveloping me in an atmosphere of

suspense . I could almost feel the pain he described—the feeling of being struck in the heart

… a piercing, excruciating pain.

I glanced at Joanna; she had abandoned her languid posture, standing upright with her hands clasped in front of her chest,

her delicate body trembling slightly. I knew she was completely focused on the case. Her eyes gleamed with

a peculiar light, her lips curled into a smile, radiating an inexplicable aura. Breaking the silence with eager interest, she pressed,

"And then?"

Pers quickly replied, "I immediately ran back into the hallway, instinctively assuming the thief would enter my office through

another passage… but the result was unexpected. The

entrance I assumed was locked tight, the inner lock even firmly engaged, showing no sign of being opened."

"Did you consider that the thief might have been hiding in your office, or lurking in that dimly lit hallway you just

mentioned ?" Joanna offered her different perspective. "Impossible!" Pers said decisively. "Because there's not even a mouse to hide in

my office or the hallway outside, let alone a person." 　　"I see! I understand." Joanna nodded understandingly. "Is there anything else you need to add? Like the time of the incident..." 　　Pers thought for a moment and said, "If I remember correctly, the nearby church bells rang . I remember it clearly, it was 9:45." 　　"That's a very important clue." Joanna instructed me to write it down carefully. "Also, did you call the police ?" 　　As soon as this question was asked, Pers's face turned pale, and he stammered, "No...no." " 　　I knew it 　　." Joanna and I both understood his negative answer. 　　It seemed unwise to notify the police after a confidential diplomatic document was stolen, especially since word had already leaked . They must have exhausted all their internal resources to no avail, which is why they desperately sought Joanna's help... 　　or it could be explained that Joanna was his last hope. If this case remains unsolved, Perth's accumulated reputation and status will be permanently ruined. 　　I haven't documented the subsequent details in detail. In short, it covers the investigative methods employed by Perth's team investigation, and other related minutiae. 　　Of course, everything came to nothing. The documents remain missing, and the thief seems to have vanished into thin air.

He was nowhere to be found. Strangely, more than nine weeks had passed since the incident, and the contents of that crucial document had not been revealed,

leaving everyone baffled.

Perth, exhausted from talking for so long, slumped onto the sofa. Miss

Connie , immediately gave him a packet of medication. Meanwhile, Joanna and I decided to leave temporarily and

begin our investigation once Perth felt better.

Therefore, Joanna spoke up politely, saying,

"You've described everything in great detail; I don't have any particular questions for you at the moment

. Please rest well, and then take us to your office for the investigation."

As she spoke, Joanna stood up from her chair, walked to the window, and, while admiring the

beautiful red and green garden, exclaimed loudly,

"Wow, the roses in your garden are so beautiful!"

Of everyone present, my reaction was the most intense. Having known Joanna for so long

, I had never seen her show such strong interest in such natural scenery.

Her praise resonated with Miss Connie, who had been silent for a long time, and she couldn't help but chime in,

"Thank you for your compliment. The roses outside are ones I planted in my spare time."

"If you don't mind, may I take a look?" Joanna

asked politely, pointing to the rose garden outside.

"Of course, I would be honored."

"Thank you for your generosity." After receiving Miss Connie's approval, Joanna said to me, "Let's go, Jean.

Let Mr. Fairpool rest well, and then we'll come back."

"Ah, okay..."

After tidying up my things, I followed Joanna out of the room and into the garden.

The large garden was empty except for the two of us. Joanna walked ahead, and I followed behind, not walking side by side,

let alone exchanging a word. It was clear that Joanna seemed lost in thought, unable to pull herself away for the time being.

A while later, when we reached a secluded corner of the courtyard, she finally came to her senses and softly

asked me,

"Jayson, what are your thoughts on this case?"

Joanna didn't turn around, continuing to survey the garden.

"You mean the mystery surrounding this incident?"

"Yes!" Joanna brought her nose close to an eight-petaled rose, inhaling deeply and savoring the

fragrance, and said calmly, "Clearly, this is a truly inexplicable and complex case."

Joanna's words made me frown. It was quite unusual for her to express

such

I tried asking, "Do you think this case is difficult?"

"No! I just find it novel and interesting." After smelling the flowers, Joanna turned around, exuding

an indescribable, powerful aura, like a wild beast preparing to hunt. She chuckled slyly, "Hehe, if your 'big-

dicked' classmate is telling the truth."

"What do you mean by that?" I asked, frowning in confusion.

Judging from Joanna's account and her reaction, it seemed that Perth's statement wasn't entirely true...?

"Jaon, don't you understand?" Joanna smiled maliciously, subconsciously wiping the corner of her mouth.

"Lying to me isn't an easy thing, you know. I

know exactly . Not to mention, making those ambiguous little gestures right under my nose..."

She walked up to me, hooked my chin, and said in an extremely seductive, coquettish voice, "Jaon, your

'big-dicked' classmate tried to fool me with lies. Although his story sounded perfect, it was

undoubtedly a waste of my precious time. Besides, everything he did just now aroused my strong dissatisfaction. Tell me,

as his friend, shouldn't you take some responsibility?"

*Gulp!*

I couldn't help but swallow hard and take two steps back. I realized that whenever Joanna used an angelic

voice to do devilish things, it meant she wanted to vent her desires on me.

But... wait! Why is Joanna suddenly in heat?

And what exactly did Bos just do?

Joanna approached step by step, and I didn't know how to stop her. Hoping to die

knowing the truth, I stammered, "Joanna, you...you found something?"

A flicker of clarity crossed her eyes, but it quickly returned to its murky, sexually frustrated state. Her

breath, threatening to drain me dry, exploded wildly, yet she explained matter-of-factly,

"The time, the place, the people, the sequence of events, even that confidential document—your 'big-

dicked' classmate didn't tell the truth at all." As Joanna spoke, a rosy

blush spread across her beautiful face, her radiant skin revealing a jewel-like, supple glow. "Didn't you notice?

While he was talking, he was secretly flirting with Miss Connie over there! It made me so itchy, so burning with desire!"

How could that be?!

Looking at Joanna's confident expression, I knew she wasn't joking. However, this must be

a very serious case. Why would Perth do something like this?

Suddenly, Joanna casually hinted,

"Jaon, do you think your 'big-dicked' classmate is sick?"

Her prompting made me unconsciously recall Bos's appearance earlier... pale, weak, and barely able to

speak—undoubtedly a recovered patient.

But... what was wrong with him? Even searching my memory for relevant medical knowledge, I couldn't figure it out.

Joanna, however, offered her opinion incisively:

"He's not sick!"

"How could that be?" I exclaimed in disbelief.

At the same time, Joanna wrapped her arms around my neck, pressing herself tightly against me. A

fragrant aroma entered through my nostrils, rushing straight to my brain.

"Ah..."

The intoxicating scent made my mouth gape open, saliva gushing from my mouth,

a craving sensation coursing through my nerves.

Then, Joanna kissed my collarbone, her small nose tracing the contours of my neck and chest, greedily...

She inhaled my scent, fueling her growing lust.

"Hoo...he's not sick..." Besides sniffing, Joanna also licked the fine hairs on my

skin . "...He's a classic case of excessive indulgence! In other words, the importance of this document should

n't be as exaggerated as he claims."

A chill ran down my spine, and I involuntarily retreated again.

Thump!

The feeling of my back hitting a tree made me realize I had nowhere to go. Suddenly, I understood why

Joanna had chosen to enter this courtyard.

It was simple: sparsely populated, large, and secluded.

"Or we could deduce that the loss of this top-secret document wouldn't actually have a significant

impact ."

After explaining, she pressed her body against mine again, her right thumb and forefinger teasingly unbuttoning my

shirt and hooking her nails against my chest, saying with barely suppressed desire, "Jaon, you know what? Just now,

your 'big dick' classmate put Miss Connie's hand here."

In an instant, I felt her gripping my lower body. Cool palms and nimble

fingers placed my penis in her palm, gently swirling and trembling.

Her actions disrupted my thoughts; the pleasure of my body overwhelmed my reason, making it impossible for me

to continue thinking about the case of Perth.

"...Like this. Slowly, slowly rubbing..." she said, kissing my chin,

gradually increasing the pressure in her palm, her words muffled, "...did you think I didn't notice? Hehe."

An unbearable, tingling pleasure spread up my spine.

"Ugh..."

"Feels good, doesn't it!" Joanna said to herself, then naturally kissed my lips, pouring her

intense desire into my body through her mouth.

Then, she loosened her grip slightly, took a step back, and tore off the clothes binding her upper body, revealing her full

, elastic breasts, which swayed in front of me. Next, she grabbed her skirt and slowly

lifted it , allowing me to see every detail.

Her snow-white skin, her shapely legs, and the uncovered pubic hair between her legs, together with

the surrounding courtyard, formed a beautiful picture.

"Jaon, let's make love!" she said with intense longing and thirst. "I...I want you, to

satisfy me with your penis."

Joanna's beautiful, alluring voice stirred a restless desire within me, fermenting and brewing from the depths of my soul

, quickly igniting a burning lust.

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