Sherlock Holmes

"I beg your pardon, detective, but this guy has been sitting in a pile of his own piss and shit. If he weren't dead, he would have stood up by now." ...This is how Sherlock Holmes was received at the crime scene. The local police officer who notified him about the situation let him into the house, where some Scotland Yard inspectors already seemed to be working. The interior was completely dark. The dirt on both the walls and furniture was noticeable, even under the dim and weak light coming through the windows. A nauseating smell wafted from the dining room, and it only grew more unbearable as the detective made his way down the hallway.

A small lamp and a couple of stacked televisions illuminated the grotesque scene. An obese man sitting in front of a table, with his head buried in a plate of spaghetti, both his hands and feet tied with wires. At his side, you, one of the few inspectors who had remained inside the house, observing the corpse in detail.