The Story of Sherlock

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 has cracked 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 invaluable 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 bound to a chair.

Theresa: Lady Justin's maidservant since childhood. The first person to discover the crime scene.

Inspector Hawkins: Holmes' most troublesome client, who seeks his help with difficult and challenging cases.

Table of Contents: A desperate report from the middle of the night: 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! Jay, wake up!" Suddenly, this shout completely overwhelmed my hazy consciousness, jolting me from the depths of sleep. Instinctively,
I reached under my pillow and swiftly slashed a thin blade 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 to find the blade had transformed into a
thin feather. The white feather grazed the neck of the person before me, eliciting a soft giggle.

"Oh…" I couldn't help but groan. I

never expected Joanna to do something like this! She was actually using 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 looked like at that moment. I stuck out my little tongue and gently licked that brown spot.

I really wanted to see her expression!

"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, warm, and agile creature was probing deep inside me, 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 asked, looking up at me.

I nodded, but no sound came out of my throat, only gasps.

She continued licking, her right hand still holding my penis and stroking it up and down. Therefore, the crooked shape of my penis allowed me to see her face clearly. A thin layer of sweat slowly
appeared on her skin. Her eyes remained arrogant, but her expression was one of addictive pleasure.

The combined sensation of anal licking and penis manipulation was more than just the sum of its parts; the feeling was indescribable.

I felt like I was about to explode, every cell in my body brimming with desire. She finally stopped, covering her mouth demurely and
making a swallowing motion.

"Hoo hoo...it's delicious...Jeon," Joanna said, as if slightly quenching her thirst. "It feels great, doesn't it?" "Mmm..." I
gasped.

"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, there was a suction that traveled through my nerves, then the feeling of being enveloped by her mouth. My entire
penis filled her mouth until her nose touched my pubic hair.

She began to shake her head, as if using her mouth as a vagina, making piston-like movements back and forth.

Without exerting any effort, I could feel my penis going in and out of her small mouth, thrusting into different parts of her mouth, especially
when the head of my penis inadvertently brushed against her teeth, my whole body trembling involuntarily.

As I moved in and out, saliva overflowed from the corners of her mouth, as if it were the abundant vaginal fluids that flowed out during sex. And the
wet, smacking sounds coming from her mouth, those seductive, lewd noises, drove me wild.

After a few rounds, Joanna suddenly pulled my penis out of her mouth, my wet, erect penis standing tall and proud. She gasped for breath,
praising,

"So big…so hard…it looks so scary…hehe." "Joanna…" I gazed at her, my eyes telling her of 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 shaft feel like it was being pulled from water.

However, this licking of different areas helped to ease the urge to climax and allowed me to enjoy different sensations. My desire burned fiercely,
but 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 her tongue manipulating it. At the same time, her hands gently teased the shaft and testicles beneath the glans.

"Hoo..."

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 gasp and moan... This
pleasurable oral sex was etched into my soul. However, even the most pleasurable stimulation couldn't compare to Joanna's vagina, which I still linger 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 feet turned inward. As she turned her head, she used two fingers of her right hand to spread her vulva, aiming 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 that moment, I felt my entire
penis slowly soaking in hot water. Her vagina seemed to be accumulating its own fluids, constantly maintaining its warmth, all for my entry.

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...it's all the way in..." "That's great..." I exclaimed.

"Ugh!" She seemed to lose her balance, realizing 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?

Regardless, Joanna began to move up and down on her own, cupping her breasts in her hands, squeezing and kneading them, the rapid thrusting producing wet
, slapping sounds.

"Oh my god...oh...so good..." she said with blissful abandon, "So good...so full...such a strange feeling...I hate it..."
Joanna seemed to be addicted, saying no but continuing to increase the speed. Her breathing became more rapid, her words broken, "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," reaching climax with
her own up-and-down

movements. However, she didn't stop after her climax; I knew she wasn't 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 again and again.

"Hoo...ha...hoo hoo..." Joanna was on the verge of collapse, her throat overflowing with moans. Unrestrained, she cried out wantonly, "Oh my god...
it's so good ...it's almost...I'm about to climax..." I couldn't see her expression, but from her voice, I could tell her eyes were rolling back, as if she
were about to faint. A triumphant smile played on her lips, as if she had achieved ultimate satisfaction. Her muscles were stiff and tense, and the heat emanating from her pores was faintly visible;
an astonishing power was brewing within her. She raised her head, a single note frozen deep in her throat, unable to escape, but her appearance and the reaction of her body perfectly
conveyed her emotions.

She opened her mouth as wide as possible, but no sound came out.

*Pop!*

I watched as Joanna withdrew her 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 gush of pleasure-filled fluid flowed from her genitals.

However, the sex wasn't over yet. During the intense act, the 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.

Holding her legs, I looked at her, still somewhat dazed, and gently called out,

"Joanna."

"Hmm?" She responded slightly to my voice, her eyes gradually focusing, and her senses slowly returning.

"You're satisfied, now it's my turn, right?"

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, her flushed, delicate skin endlessly aroused my emotions.

"Mmm... mmm... oh..." Her moans rang out again, both satisfied and yearning.

The sounds echoed through the dining room, but so what? This main room, arranged by Joanna, was reserved for just the two of us. Without anyone else to disturb us, I
could intently on our sex.

Who cared about the crime scene, the murderer, the witnesses… I just wanted to release, to pour my lust completely into Joanna's body.

Her wet, glistening flesh gripped my penis tightly, the tender flesh inside scraping back and forth with each thrust, a continuous, indescribable pleasure surging
forth . Joanna's expression was a mixture of shame and pleasure, yet she still retained her pride, her hips writhing wantonly, further fueling my animalistic instincts and
sense of conquest.

I was somewhat frenzied, thrusting relentlessly, looking down at Joanna's honeyed orifice as my penis rolled in and out, making squelching sounds
and slapping noises during our intercourse.

With each wave of my assault, Joanna's deep abyss of desire was quickly filled again by the pleasure I bestowed upon her. I distinctly felt
the spasms in her lower abdomen and vulva, a surge of heat gushing from deep within her vagina, traveling to the head of my penis, 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 armrest tightly, thrusting my hips forward, pressing my genitals even closer to Joanna's, enjoying
the lingering bliss of her orgasm... ********** ... Just as I was about to withdraw my penis from Joanna's body, I heard her say to me with a radiant expression, "Jean, what would happen if someone hit you hard from behind while you were ejaculating?" The ropes seemed to magically untie themselves, making me wonder if I hadn't tied . Joanna moved her hands, smeared her index and middle fingers on her red vulva, collecting the fishy-smelling semen I had ejaculated inside her, and after savoring it with her tongue, said with ecstasy, "Jean's semen tastes so unforgettable..." Her lewd words made me blush with embarrassment. But I hadn't forgotten what she had said earlier: if Sir Justin were hit hard ... Could it be... a heart attack?! Indeed, this confirmed 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 rage. "It was ruined just when I was enjoying it..." I murmured with a touch of emotion.

However, this inference doesn't fully explain Lord Justin's appearance at the time of his death, at most it explains the cause of his death. In my memory, Lord Justin's body was lying supine
on the ground, both hands clenched into fists and stretched upwards above his head, one hand tightly gripping a club.

Joanna was tidying her clothes and casually reminded me, "Jaon, think about the position you were in when you ejaculated just now?" What!
The position when ejaculating...?

I touched my chin, recalling the situation when I ejaculated just now. I remember... it seems like I gripped the armrests with both hands, then arched my back and squeezed, my whole body tensed up. If,
at that moment, I received a heavy blow to the back of my head, my heart would be paralyzed... 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 real answer truly surprised me.

"It's a coincidence, but that's the truth." Joanna straightened her clothes, full of energy, and said, "...
Aside that need investigation, most of the case is clear. Jay, could you go and examine the body again? See if it's as I deduced...
I think we can solve the case after dinner." Solve the case after dinner? It seems Joanna even knows who the culprit is. And I, still here, am slowly
pondering .

"Why solve the case after dinner?" I asked curiously.

"Jay, don't you think we need to replenish our energy after a lot of exercise? Besides, they provide free meals here." Joanna said
matter- , "And it's a good idea to deduce the case after dinner and snacks, isn't it?" I was once again
helpless against her obsessive behavior.

"Hehe, you spoiled her." Joanna left on her own, not forgetting to say before she left, "Remember to examine the body for me." Sigh! For the first time
, I felt that being her assistant was really tiring.

While Joanna continued her investigation, I arrived at the location where the body was kept, led by Officer Hawkins's men. Thankfully,
due to the weather, the body was decomposing slowly and didn't produce a nauseating stench.

Lord Justin's body was no different from my previous examination; the only wound was on his head—a blunt force injury, a severe head wound, quite fatal.
Comparing it to the marks on the fire poker, it was unmistakably the murder weapon. The fact that the fire poker was bent indicated a great deal of force, suggesting the killer
was a strong man.

However, given the current situation, I couldn't think of anyone on the farm who could be the murderer.

As Joanna reasoned, Lord Justin likely died of cardiac arrest, but I couldn't see it on the surface of the body; it was only a possibility. However,
there were traces of wine on Lord Justin's lips, and he had indeed engaged in sexual activity before his death—that was beyond doubt. The semen stains on his trousers, and the stench reminiscent of rotten
eggs , reminded me of what Joanna had told me:

"Men don't care about the smell of semen."

Semen, when liquid, has a fishy, foul odor. But once dried, it smells like rotten eggs.

Just smelling it made me nauseous, and I started to gag. To be honest, perhaps I've become accustomed to the smell of a rotting 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 I heard her whisper to me:

"Jaon, the murderer in this case is an extremely 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 incredibly clever, because this seemingly plausible yet intricately
bizarre story was fabricated by him. The case we've encountered is this peculiar character's meticulously crafted masterpiece." Joanna rubbed her hands together excitedly, adding, "Unfortunately, it
gave us away through the scent. 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 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. This might have been a momentary lapse on her part, but
she suffered greatly in the days that followed.

The lady is currently in the first-floor lounge. She is a strong woman and should be able to see you, but please do not ask too many questions, after
all, 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 to apply a cold compress to Lady Justin's wound.

Lady Justin said with an unfriendly expression, “Miss Holmes, I hope you are not here to investigate me again?” Joanna said gently, “No, no.”
"Mrs. Justin. As a woman myself, I have no intention of adding to your unnecessary suffering. My greatest wish is for you to find 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 me 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 have 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 Teresa 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 means there's nothing more to say?" "Yes, everything that needs 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 moment, a look of hesitation crossed Madam Justin's beautiful face, as if she were considering whether to speak. However, Teresa stepped forward,
her face hardening , and said decisively,

"Madam has already told you everything! Please don't press her any further!" Joanna shrugged and said calmly, "I understand. I'm sorry, Madam."
Then, without a word, she walked outside, and I followed her. There was a pond in the courtyard, and Joanna walked towards it. The pool was completely frozen. She
glanced at the pool and continued walking towards the gate. He hurriedly wrote a short note to Officer Hawkins in the gatehouse, 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 sighed.

"What should we do next?" I asked her.

"Lunch, I'm hungry," Joanna replied matter-of-factly.

Wait a minute? She's in the mood for lunch? What is Joanna thinking?

I don't know…

Table of Contents: Eight. Truth Analysis.

In the blink of an eye, the sun had set. Unexpectedly, Joanna had finished handling the case in less than a day. During this time, I asked
Joanna about the killer, but she always dodged my questions with obscene language. For example, when we were investigating the second floor:

"Jaon, what would it feel like to have sex in the stairwell? Think about it, the stairwells in our place on Baker Street are super narrow and
dark , sounds pretty exciting, 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 the pleasure would be like to put them in 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 to be inserted into my vagina, I don't want to try anyone else's." And in Lord Eustin's collection room
:

"Jaon, I think Lord Eustin's preferences make me want to experiment. When we 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 search for the robbery gang 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 finishing, 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 if you knew something that hadn't been made public
, I promised to tell you. Because your duty compels you to reveal it." "Just as you said."

"Alright..." Joanna returned to the main 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." Something was off... Was Joanna trying to distance herself from something? But the expression on her face was like 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 the time, Mrs. Justin, you were firmly 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 position?" "...Yes." Mrs. Justin hesitated before speaking.

"Then let me ask you again, Madam, were you completely unable to move at the time? Including your legs?" Joanna asked again.

Mrs. Justin hesitated again, then nodded and said, "Yes." "I can guarantee it!" Theresa blurted out forcefully, affirming, "
What you said is true!" "That's strange..." Joanna stared sharply at Mrs. Justin and Theresa, asking, "There are
knots only on the armrests, but no knots on the chair legs. Isn't that too illogical?" "That...that..." Mrs. Justin stammered.

Theresa quickly said, "I untied the ropes on 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 tone rose several octaves.

"I guarantee it!"

"Your guarantee is worthless..." Joanna said dismissively, "Because you lied. 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 expression and deep sympathy. "Men, they can only experience
supreme . They're not like women, who can have multiple orgasms. Thank God for the beauty of being women." At this moment, I noticed
Lady 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 she were pondering something.

"Then, Lord Justin fell straight down, face up. Coincidentally, Lord Justin had been holding onto the armrest when he ejaculated, and because
of that , when he fell, his hands were 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 glanced indifferently at Lady Justin and Teresa, saying, "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 investigate, then went to the dining table to drink and took their loot. The maid
discovered this later, rescued the lady, and finally called the police. Using eyewitness testimony, the police were led to investigate a robbery and murder case." "So, my reasoning shouldn't be
too wrong, 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 and watched Officer Hawkins and his men pass by on either side of me, their mouths…
Responding to Joanna, I asked,

"How are you?"

Just then, 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.

Theresa stood up again, white liquid still at the corner of her mouth. She kicked me mercilessly, her entire foot striking my stomach 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 and the cunning of a fox.

I had been too careless.

I watched as my legs went out of control, my knees buckled, and I half-knelt. Theresa, using the force of my kick, propelled herself 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 Theresa. My right hand instinctively reached for
the item Officer Hawkins had given me that morning, and I 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. Although 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'd experienced on the battlefield.

My mobility returned immediately, and I stood up.

At that moment, Theresa was forced back by Joanna's bullets. Not to praise Joanna, but in terms of marksmanship, her superb shooting skills
surpassed even my own, despite my formal training. The gun seemed to have a soul in her hands; every bullet hit the most crucial spot.

Joanna hadn't hit Theresa, but rather used the bullets 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 Teresa
's actions. I immediately understood; this was Joanna's way of teaching Mrs. Justin a lesson for concealing the truth.

Teresa, her face contorted with rage, stretched out her hands, a triumphant smile playing on her lips; Mrs. Justin remained frozen, despair filling her face. I stepped

forward, parried.

Two contrasting emotions, madness and reason, surged within me, every cell in my body boiling with adrenaline, as if I were back on a battlefield. I stepped
between the two, using the back of my hand to deflect Teresa's hands.

I thought no one understood the human body better than I, a doctor.

For a healer, killing and saving lives are but a thought away.

In an instant, I dislocated Teresa's joints, a knee strike to her diaphragm, and she collapsed, incapacitated. My right hand, fingers together,
prepared to deliver the final blow to her defenseless form.

The killing intent erupted!

"Jayson!" Joanna put a hand on my shoulder and said tenderly, "Stop." The rest is probably unnecessary to recount… After
Officer Hawkins recovered, he took over the follow-up work.

The Justin Manor case was thus concluded.

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 insisted on leaving 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 hard 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 asked, "Didn't you want to kill her too? Was there a reason?" "
Well ..." I was speechless.

Killing Teresa was purely my instinctive reaction. In the end, I had no reason to kill her.

"Jaon!" Joanna called out to me, waking me from my thoughts. "Don't kill, 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. Jaon, you should rest now too, you'll be busy when you get back, hehe." I said with a black line on my face, "Really?"

[The End]

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