Sybille Smith and the Army doctor John Watson went out of the door of 221B Baker Street. They turned right toward to Baker mitaani, mtaa station. John had promised to his sister Harry, short for Harriet that he will come on Boxing Day. This siku was Boxing Day. Sybille accompaned him. She had no family anymore after a terrible road accident two years ago. Actually, she didn´t knew about her family drama and their furneral really, because she Lost her memories after a military truck driver drove over a land mine in Afghanistan where she was a mwaka ago. She jumped out of the truck in the very last moment before the mine exploded. She had much luck. She had been killed au loose some limps but she was just wounded at her hip and her shoulder and Lost her memories. Some doctors say, it (loosing memories) would be a trauma; some doctors say, it was coused kwa a heavy hit on her head.
"Sherlock! Wait!" A female voice shouted. Sybille, who was wearing a long black kanzu, koti turned immediately. John looked surprised and turned to the voice, too. A homeless girl had shouted and seemes to be happy to see Sybille. They knew each other. Sybille, also called Sissi introduced to John: "John, this is Dr Watson, better known as Lucy. Lucy - may I introduce wewe the famous Dr John H Watson! The blogger of all the Sherlock Holmes cases!" Lucy grinned over her whole face: "Nice to meet you, Dr Watson! I´m a great shabiki of wewe and Sherlock. Um, sorry for your lost. wewe must miss him." John nodded and shakes hand. To Sybille she said: "It has happened again - this time in Hampstead." "As same as last three times?" Lucy nodded and gave her a piece of paper. "Oh, I cannot read your handwriting. Please, tell me where excactly is it and who it is this time." "I´ll onyesha you! This time the dead body is still there. I don´t know her. Anyway, there was no police this time!" "Obviously! - Oh, Heaven! Either there is the police but no forensic au no forensic AND no police. We homeless people have not a voice. Oh... I´m not zaidi homeless. Don´t worry! I´ll help. John, wewe can go to wewe sister. I am going to solve a crime." "Are wewe serious? wewe mean someone was killed and wewe try to find its murderer?" John asked her frowning. Sybille nodded stern and confirmed: "I´ll find him. I assume our suspect is a "he". All victims are female, homeless, open up and killed in an empty house near the place where they once had lived. Lucy, I assume this victim is doing as same as the others?" "Yes, she is sitting in front of an open window on a chair - like the others." Lucy confirmed nodding. Sybille alisema to John: "You see, I have to go! Best regards to your sister, John!" "No, I´ll go with you! Stay here. I´ll fetch my gun. Then we can go to that empty house. Perhaps the murderer is still there." "And your sister?" "She can wait!"
The three investigaters took a bus, which runs close to that crime scene in Hampstead. An unkempt garden was in front of this house. It was a ruin. Blue bags with rubbish were lying in front of the door. The shabby wooden door with broken windows was unlocked. All three entered. A strong smell came up from the first floor. They found the dead body what begun to rot because of the higher temperaturs in the last two days. An old red-faced, thick woman in dirty, old, shabby, thick bad-smelling clothes sat right in front of a wide opened window and looked out with empty blue eyes. John called the police and made clear that they just found the corpus. Sybille looked zaidi closely - her finger (little bit blue), her nails (black, not just under the nails - actually, it lookes like squeezed), her face (red and lilac), her lips (blue-black) and in her mouth (black tongue). John also looked carefully. The poor lady had black nails, her skin was red (too much cider and other spirits) and her lips were dark blue, he saw. John meant that she was frozen to dead. "Oh, really? Are wewe sure? wewe have missed some impotant evidence (Sherlock wouldn´t be so prolite, John thought). Actually, that is what the police assumed, too. But I think she was druged first and then poisoned. The swali is - how and why?" Sissi looked very stern and very think fully like in that night, where she tried a break-in in the security system of Mycroft´s Intelligance Force. She went to the wide open window and looked out. "What do wewe see, Sherlock?" Lucy asked breathless. "Someone brings these people home...but why? Actually, I´m not Sherlock! I´m the Dog!" Suddenly Sybille got a look as she has an idea. "They´re a couple! They work in an apothecary - as a pharmacist. They have a very strong wish to help - helper syndrome! And that man with the strong pharmacy smell sat two mwezi zamani inayofuata to me on a bench where I cried. Her wife stood some feet away, watching us. It was the last time that I had cried in the public. It was so creepy. He asked me out, where I had once lived, my former household, my work and about my childhood. He was very insistence. It was so odd!" Sybille stopped because the police had arrived that house. John looked with Sybille and Lucy out of the window. He recognized Sgt Donavan and DI Lestrade also Mr Anderson with his forensic team. "And I couldn´t remember anything!" she finished.
Anderson was not happy about so many visitors on that crime scene. All traces were destroyed. Nothing to collect au to take picha for proofing a crime was there; just the ugly looking dead body of an old homeless woman who was sitting on a chair in front of an opened window was untouched. John Watson, who knew DI Gregory Lestrade very well, explained everything about the other victims to him. Actually, he let Sybille explain. DI Lestrade listened carefully and took notes. An saa later, the coroner took the corpus of the poor woman away and the police sealed the crime scene. Lestrade, Sybille, Lucy and John alisema goodbye before they go their on way. John Watson and Sybille Smith went to the inayofuata bus station. They had a long way to Chiswick.
In the evening news of the inayofuata siku were the dead homeless people mentioned. Their murderer wasn´d found jet. John and Sissi sat frustrated in front of the telly in the Baker Street. Sybille knew the murderer but she can´t proof it. That was really bad.
"Sherlock! Wait!" A female voice shouted. Sybille, who was wearing a long black kanzu, koti turned immediately. John looked surprised and turned to the voice, too. A homeless girl had shouted and seemes to be happy to see Sybille. They knew each other. Sybille, also called Sissi introduced to John: "John, this is Dr Watson, better known as Lucy. Lucy - may I introduce wewe the famous Dr John H Watson! The blogger of all the Sherlock Holmes cases!" Lucy grinned over her whole face: "Nice to meet you, Dr Watson! I´m a great shabiki of wewe and Sherlock. Um, sorry for your lost. wewe must miss him." John nodded and shakes hand. To Sybille she said: "It has happened again - this time in Hampstead." "As same as last three times?" Lucy nodded and gave her a piece of paper. "Oh, I cannot read your handwriting. Please, tell me where excactly is it and who it is this time." "I´ll onyesha you! This time the dead body is still there. I don´t know her. Anyway, there was no police this time!" "Obviously! - Oh, Heaven! Either there is the police but no forensic au no forensic AND no police. We homeless people have not a voice. Oh... I´m not zaidi homeless. Don´t worry! I´ll help. John, wewe can go to wewe sister. I am going to solve a crime." "Are wewe serious? wewe mean someone was killed and wewe try to find its murderer?" John asked her frowning. Sybille nodded stern and confirmed: "I´ll find him. I assume our suspect is a "he". All victims are female, homeless, open up and killed in an empty house near the place where they once had lived. Lucy, I assume this victim is doing as same as the others?" "Yes, she is sitting in front of an open window on a chair - like the others." Lucy confirmed nodding. Sybille alisema to John: "You see, I have to go! Best regards to your sister, John!" "No, I´ll go with you! Stay here. I´ll fetch my gun. Then we can go to that empty house. Perhaps the murderer is still there." "And your sister?" "She can wait!"
The three investigaters took a bus, which runs close to that crime scene in Hampstead. An unkempt garden was in front of this house. It was a ruin. Blue bags with rubbish were lying in front of the door. The shabby wooden door with broken windows was unlocked. All three entered. A strong smell came up from the first floor. They found the dead body what begun to rot because of the higher temperaturs in the last two days. An old red-faced, thick woman in dirty, old, shabby, thick bad-smelling clothes sat right in front of a wide opened window and looked out with empty blue eyes. John called the police and made clear that they just found the corpus. Sybille looked zaidi closely - her finger (little bit blue), her nails (black, not just under the nails - actually, it lookes like squeezed), her face (red and lilac), her lips (blue-black) and in her mouth (black tongue). John also looked carefully. The poor lady had black nails, her skin was red (too much cider and other spirits) and her lips were dark blue, he saw. John meant that she was frozen to dead. "Oh, really? Are wewe sure? wewe have missed some impotant evidence (Sherlock wouldn´t be so prolite, John thought). Actually, that is what the police assumed, too. But I think she was druged first and then poisoned. The swali is - how and why?" Sissi looked very stern and very think fully like in that night, where she tried a break-in in the security system of Mycroft´s Intelligance Force. She went to the wide open window and looked out. "What do wewe see, Sherlock?" Lucy asked breathless. "Someone brings these people home...but why? Actually, I´m not Sherlock! I´m the Dog!" Suddenly Sybille got a look as she has an idea. "They´re a couple! They work in an apothecary - as a pharmacist. They have a very strong wish to help - helper syndrome! And that man with the strong pharmacy smell sat two mwezi zamani inayofuata to me on a bench where I cried. Her wife stood some feet away, watching us. It was the last time that I had cried in the public. It was so creepy. He asked me out, where I had once lived, my former household, my work and about my childhood. He was very insistence. It was so odd!" Sybille stopped because the police had arrived that house. John looked with Sybille and Lucy out of the window. He recognized Sgt Donavan and DI Lestrade also Mr Anderson with his forensic team. "And I couldn´t remember anything!" she finished.
Anderson was not happy about so many visitors on that crime scene. All traces were destroyed. Nothing to collect au to take picha for proofing a crime was there; just the ugly looking dead body of an old homeless woman who was sitting on a chair in front of an opened window was untouched. John Watson, who knew DI Gregory Lestrade very well, explained everything about the other victims to him. Actually, he let Sybille explain. DI Lestrade listened carefully and took notes. An saa later, the coroner took the corpus of the poor woman away and the police sealed the crime scene. Lestrade, Sybille, Lucy and John alisema goodbye before they go their on way. John Watson and Sybille Smith went to the inayofuata bus station. They had a long way to Chiswick.
In the evening news of the inayofuata siku were the dead homeless people mentioned. Their murderer wasn´d found jet. John and Sissi sat frustrated in front of the telly in the Baker Street. Sybille knew the murderer but she can´t proof it. That was really bad.
