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consultantsdoctor) wrote2013-02-09 01:00 am
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Welcome to John's blog. This is where the good doctor keeps all of his thoughts and adventures on the notepad feature of his Pocketwatch.
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Japan
Tu Shanshu
Japan
Tu Shanshu
Week 1, Day 7
Anyway, we were out for the day - just wandering about the neighborhood where our flat was situated in an attempt to see what's there. I suspect it was done for my sake seeing as how I can't read or speak Japanese and would end up impossibly lost if left on my own. As we were on our way back from the nearby store, there was a scream from a house we walked past. Both Sherlock and Conan didn't hesitate to run towards it and I wasn't far behind. We all scaled the fence and rushed in to find a group of people standing around a man's body, the owner of the house. His body was hanging from a beam in his office and both of them went to work - making one of the people call the police.
While Sherlock and Conan wandered about the room, I was to make sure none of the individuals left the house. Obviously they weren't ready to determine it was a suicide yet and spent time asking the others a variety of different questions. They were both clearly wanting it to be a murder - it'd been so long since they'd actually had a proper case. Even if I couldn't understand everything that was being said, I know Sherlock well enough to figure out when he's been an arse to the people he's questioning.
When they determined that it was a murder, I swear it was like Christmas, their birthday and every possible good thing had been rolled into one single moment. Conan introduced us to the officers when they showed up - I think they were more than surprised when we introduced ourselves as Conan's legal guardians. Thankfully they were professional and didn't let it get in the way of the investigation. Sherlock had, as usual, figured out that the victim was an individual who worked in an office, had a wife of forty years (happily married), three children (two lived elsewhere), two in-laws and had a great deal of wealth - all within the first few minutes of the investigation. His entire family had gathered for a meal in order to share the news that one of the sons and his wife was expecting a child.
Everyone claimed that they had not seen the victim in several hours and when the wife went to get him for dinner, she had discovered him dead. It had been her scream that lead us inside. While Sherlock questioned the family (had to elbow him a couple of times from being too rude), Conan found something hidden under the desk - at least a piece of something. I swear to god they both started texting each other, exchanging details about the case they weren't talking about just yet. Honestly, I didn't want to ruin their fun too much so I stayed out of the way for this one. Sherlock did have me examine the victim before the body was taken away. He was obviously just waiting for me to confirm what he had already seen, and giving Conan a chance to disappear.
A chance to disappear and look for proof. Conan came back and Sherlock was ready to show-off. He said that the victim had been drugged before the murderer wrapped a wire around the victim's neck and strangled him. Then used the curtains in the room to haul him up - hence why no heard anything and there were minimal signs of struggle. The murderer's motive was the fact that the victim had recently changed his will to leave more money to his second oldest son, the one who's wife was pregnant. Apparently the oldest son was angered that he wouldn't be getting as much as he previously had, when his father told him of the change to the will the son took action. Got a copy of the old will and replaced it with the new one when his father walked in on the exchange. He knew he'd need to get rid of his father so had the drugs prepared to knock him out and then strangled him. Then attempted to make it look like a suicide so he wouldn't be questioned.
The proof was not only in the will that was found in the older son's belongings but of the hastily discarded wire and needle he'd used to insert the drugs. It was the wire that really got him - there were indentations in his hands from where he'd held it tightly.
We weren't chasing down murderers in darkened alleys or fighting against the Chinese mafia but I think even though this would have probably been considered a four, Sherlock and Conan were fairly happy about it. At least they were for a while.
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And anyway, what are you still using the titles for? There aren't any 'people' to read your blog.
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You're reading it and I count you as people. Conan would read it too. Still, it gives me something to call them other than just by the date. Which wasn't even a proper date.
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No I don't. You know how I feel about the titles.
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Yes you do. It's still my blog so I don't particularly care how you feel about the titles. [So there.]
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[ He says that, but he'll reference the titles on occasion if a case gets brought up. ]
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The titles aren't for your benefit, the entry itself was. I know you don't like not knowing things and that you're bored.
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..which, I guess technically I did.
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