The journey to the crime scene was short from Sherlock and Johns platform. the crime scene took place at an old mansion. The officer was already there alongside with the curious journalists. Sherlock and John took the lead as I followed them like a lost puppy. we entered the mansion carefully and walked toward the nearest room to found a lovely brunette girl that was pinned on the wall. her body was covered with dried blood, and she was naked...
I tried to walked closer but there's a hand that stop me
"what are you doing here lady?" says a man with a walking stick in his hand.
"Uh I-I was going to-" I tried to think for a better words to use, but non of them are going to work
"She's with me, Lestrade" Sherlock said to the man that stop me "She's Johns niece. and she's going to help me investigate" the man that was called Lestrade slowly put his hand away from me. I mouthed Thank you to Sherlock and gave him a smile while he winks at me.
"Uh Dear" I heard John called me and ran toward him
"Yes John?"
"Are you familiar with autopsy?" I nooded at him and grab 1 pair of glove and put them on. autopsy is one of my subject back in oxford when I was still learning there. I asked one of the worker to get me a Tissue Foceps and start to observe. my mind was spinning with words.
3 cuts in her left thigh and many more cuts on her body, her troth was bruised, probably being choked before the killer abused her to death. But wait, there were more dried bloods on the wall. Maybe, there's another cuts.
"Uh... Can you help me to unpinned her and lay her down?" 3 men start to unpinned her and lay her down
"Flip her. so her back is facing me" Just like i suspected. there were more cuts on her back.
the killer whipped her. but why is the killer wanted her to suffer to death?
"Mr. Lestrade? if I may, can you give me her name?"
"According to her neighbour her name was Lilly Anderson"
"Wait? Lilly Anderson?" Mr. Lestrade gave me her birth certificate.
Name : Lilly Anderson
Born : London, 6 of January 1864
I kept reading her birth certificate and Mr. Lestrade gave me another information about her. I gasped as the information was written that she Was a former medical Student of Oxford. I knew her. She was my partner back at the day. even thought I don't talked to her that much, I just Felt bad about her death.
"what's wrong dear?" John taped my shoulder and I gave him a smile
"It's nothing really"
"Dear, I've been with you trough high and low. I've been with you ever since you can walk and talk. I know when you are lying. And you are lying right now" I huffed a few strand of hair and looked at John. I peeled of my glove and throw it aside, washing my hands and tied my hair into a messy buns
"T-the victim, She was my friend" I stared at the blank space in front of me
"Lilly Anderson was your friend?" He asked me
"We used to be partner back when we were still a medical student. thought we never talked that much. but she was nice to me. we shared our text book if one of us was not in class" I said with a low and steady voice.
John pulled me to his arms and hug me. he cooed soothing words and stroke my hair. I sensed Sherlock was walking toward us. I pulled away from John and smiled to him
"What did you find (Y/N)?" Sherlock asked me
"I found out that her body was being abused by the killer. her troth was bruised, choked by the killer. And she lost so much blood thought. the killer whipped her back. so many cuts. But, why is the killer whipped her and cut her if he can just stab her in her chest and let her die? and why was she being pinned?" Sherlock seems so lost is his own thoughts, and snapped by himself
"Do you know this girl?"
"Yeah. she was my partner back at medical school at Oxford"
"Do you know why she was killed in the first place?"
"No"
For a moment, Sherlock look hesitate before he gave me a dirty latter and shoved his hands back to his coat.
"Have you open this letter?
"Yes"
I looked down to the paper that was unneatly folded. As I open the letter. there was a metallic smell that made me dizzy.
Blood
Dear lovely (Y/N) Watson
how was my work?
isn't she's a beauty? I know this is your one of your friends. why her thought?
I know that she is more better than you, shone brighter than you.
not again. because you are now the star
love
J.M
Blood. Her blood was used as the ink of this latter.
"Who is J.M?"
"James Moriarty"
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