Holmes hailed a four-wheeled carriage, and the three of them got in and headed for the chemical factory.
"Accomplice?" Gregson was surprised. "Didn't you say that this was a crime of passion? The culprit obviously didn't plan it beforehand. Molly resisted so fiercely that she accidentally killed her. And you just said that there were only two people left in the textile factory at that time." "This is the last and most important part of my reasoning.
"This is the last and most important part of my reasoning. I later found the answer in the chemical factory next door. Paul shared the house with someone, and his roommate also worked in the chemical factory. They got off work half an hour later than the textile factory. At that time, Paul left the chemical factory first to look for Molly as usual, but he didn't see Molly at their usual meeting place. Paul was a little uneasy at this time. He walked around the textile factory twice, and when he saw that it was closed, he returned to the chemical factory."
"Huh?"
"At this time, his roommate, Pearson, was still there. He asked Pearson to go with him to find Molly," Holmes said. "So here comes the interesting thing. Paul and Pearson split up to search for Molly's whereabouts. Paul found nothing, but his roommate, Pearson, accidentally bumped into John, who was dragging Molly's body to the river to dispose of it. Under normal circumstances, most people would choose to call the police when faced with such a situation. Those who are skilled can also try to take John down first, but our Mr. Pearson chose another path."
"What path?" Gregson couldn't help but ask.
"Pearson, like Paul, came to London at a very young age. This was his fourth job. Before that, he shined shoes on the street, washed dishes in restaurants, looked after horses, and slept in the stable at night. People like him must have experienced the hardships of life early on. He knew that if a person like him wanted to climb up, he had to seize every opportunity in front of him. So, when he saw John by the river that night, he realized that the opportunity he had been waiting for had finally come." "Pearson convinced John, who was panicking at the time, that he could help deal with the matter.
"Pearson convinced John, who was in a panic at the time, that he could help deal with the matter. John naturally wouldn't believe such a nobody, but the situation wasn't good for John at the time. He didn't have much choice but to trust Pearson. But later, Pearson proved that he lived up to his trust." Holmes looked at Gregson again. "Remember when you came to me and said that you found Molly's clothes under Paul's bed? At that time, I thought it was strange. Since he had already thrown the body into the river, why would he take the extra step of removing the clothes and putting them under the bed?"
Gregson looked embarrassed. "This … this is a problem. Why didn't I notice it before?"
"But if Pearson did it, it makes sense. He persuaded John to take the clothes off Molly's body, then brought them home and put them under Paul's bed. This way, the police could target Paul instead of Mr. John. John also asked Pearson to deal with the carpet in the office. This guy did seize the opportunity in front of him. In a sense, his choice was successful. I thought it wouldn't be easy for him to give himself away, but I didn't expect him to make such a low-level mistake in the end.
"He didn't burn the carpet immediately. Instead, he wanted to pawn it." Holmes shook his head. "It seems that the report published in the Echo wasn't entirely a bad thing. At least it numbed his nerves. Considering his previous living environment, it's understandable that he would be so meticulous. It saved us a lot of trouble. After we get the carpet in John's office, we just need to catch Pearson. With that, we'll have all the witnesses and physical evidence, and the case will be over."
The three then got out of the car in front of the chemical plant.
This time, Holmes didn't need to fork out any more money. Gregson showed his police identity, and they soon found Pearson, who was still working. However, they encountered some trouble when they arrested him.
Perhaps the police had come to arrest people during the chemical plant's strike, which made the workers hostile to the police.
Pearson recognized Gregson and realized that something was wrong. So, he simply encouraged the workers around him to surround Gregson and Holmes.
Seeing Pearson disappear into the crowd, Gregson could not help but panic. He pulled out his revolver and was about to fire at the sky, but he was stopped by Holmes. "Why are you stopping me? He's about to escape!" Gregson was so angry that he stomped his feet. "Why are you stopping me?
"Don't worry. He can't run away," Holmes said leisurely, but he didn't seem to be in a hurry at all.
Pearson took advantage of the chaos and rushed out of the chemical plant, only to feel a tightness in his chest. Paul was his friend, and the two had helped each other when they had no money. It was because of this that Pearson did not want to live like this anymore. However, no matter how hard he tried, life was always cruel to him, knocking him down again and again.
It was not until the night before, when he met John that Pearson finally made up his mind to stop living like this. He wanted to make a name for himself in this metropolis. For this reason, he did not hesitate to betray Paul and get on John's good side, thinking that he could at least become a supervisor in a textile factory in the future. He would no longer be a short-lived ghost in a chemical plant.
And with this information in hand, he might be able to get more out of it. However, Pearson's dream was shattered after only two days. Although he had escaped from the factory, his mind was in a mess, and he did not know where to go next.
Just then, he saw an Asian man not far ahead.
The latter stood under a tree, looked at him quietly, and said, "Pearson?"
"Get lost!" Pearson was in a bad mood, and he did not want to talk to anyone at the moment.
"It seems that you are the one." The Asian man nodded. "In that case, sit down and rest for a while."
"I'm annoyed now. Don't blame me for being rude if you don't get out of my way." Pearson clenched his fists so hard that his knuckles cracked.
"Sure. That makes things a lot easier." The Asian man smiled when he saw this.
Five minutes later, Holmes and Gregson finally squeezed out of the chemical plant. Gregson's clothes were crumpled, and his hat was nowhere to be seen. He cursed and swore all the way. Soon, they saw Zhang Heng under the tree, and Pearson at his feet, clutching his abdomen like a shrimp.
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