After that, Cardinal Matilda took the body away.
The corpse might have been some special evidence or carried some kind of symbolism. So she decided to store it temporarily in the Thirteenth Ring under her jurisdiction. If it was needed later, they could continue investigating it there.
After Cardinal Matilda left, Iver sat down on the soft bed in the bedroom. He placed the papal crown he had been wearing in his lap and casually stroked and toyed with it.
"You said earlier, 'Something's strange. We'll talk about it later'... right?"
Iver looked up at Sherlock and asked, "I'm guessing you meant we should wait until after Cardinal Matilda left?"
Clearly, that was exactly what Sherlock had meant.
He was leaning against the sofa in the bedroom with his legs crossed, deep in thought. Lily had already gone to the kitchen to brew tea and prepare refreshments, leaving only Iver and Sherlock in the room.
Whatever Sherlock wanted to say, he should say it now.
"The wound is wrong."
Sherlock answered casually, "No matter how you look at it, this wound shouldn't have been fatal. The small amount of blood was simply because the bleeding point was too small, not because all her blood had drained away. So she definitely didn't die from blood loss."
"Then, poison?"
"Impossible. I specifically examined her. All her internal organs were intact. There were no signs of poisoning in her trachea, mouth, heart, liver, or subcutaneous tissue."
"Could it have been a neurotoxin?"
"The cause of death wasn't related to cardiac arrest or suffocation either."
"Then how did she die?"
"That's the problem, Iver."
Sherlock said calmly, "How did she die?"
Iver raised an eyebrow. "Since you're so calm, I assume you already have an answer."
"Then we have to start with the direction