A Weird Theater That Started In London

　　 The foggy city of the 19th century was very busy with traffic.

　　 The carriage shuttles from side to side, avoiding pedestrians from time to time. Many of them are tramps. They don't even have boots, so they walk barefoot into the mud mixed with livestock dung.

　　 Seeing this, Lu Li couldn't help lowering his head and looked at the boots of the right size under his feet. He finally got a deep impression of this era in his heart.

　　 And his behavior fell in Winsley's eyes, but it turned into a contemplative and clueless frustration.

　　 "Mr. Detective, what are you thinking?"

　　 "It's just a trivial matter, it has nothing to do with the case." Lu Li shook his head, preparing to talk to the police officer about something else.

　　 As a result, he suddenly thought of an important matter, and changed the conversation: "By the way, can you take the liberty to ask, who in total did you invite to participate in the investigation of the Whitechapel murder?"

"what?"

　　 Winsley was surprised, and his tone was puzzled: "A famous detective like you is the only one in London. If you can't solve this murder case, it's useless to invite others."

　　 Seeing the police officer beside him admired him so much, Lu Li faintly felt that things were not quite right.

　　 It stands to reason that since it is an exam, it should be based on the principle of fairness and participate in the investigation of the Jack the Ripper case as a detective. Then, where did the other thirty-nine competitors go.

　　 In what capacity will they appear?

　　 After some thoughts, Lu Li decided to give up. After all, this kind of thing beyond the scope of understanding, it is useless to think too much, solving the case is the key.

　　 So, he suggested: "May I go to the murder scene in the White Church area first? I want to see the dead."

　　 Wensley was taken aback for a moment, not knowing how to answer, because the superior's order was: invite Mr. Lu Li to Whitehall Street to discuss matters related to the appointment of a special consultant.

　　 Now, this famous detective suddenly wants to go to the scene of the murder, which is a bit out of compliance.

After a long time, seeing this guy still did not respond, Lu Li urged: "Whitehall Street is not close to Baker Street. After dealing with those boring trivial matters, head to Whitechapel District. I am afraid it will be more difficult to see any clues from the body. NS."

In fact, since an unfamiliar memory appeared in his mind, he is no longer the layman before: In this age without cold storage, as time goes by, the corpse will quickly decay, and the value will become more and more. The lower.

　　 After weighing a little, Winsley nodded instinctively out of a sense of justice in his heart, and said in a deep voice, "As you wish."

　　 "The coachman, don't have to go to Whitehall Street, just send us directly to the Whitechapel District, hurry up."

　　 After hearing the police officer's words, the middle-aged coachman suddenly came to his mind: "I see, I promise, I will definitely arrive within an hour."

　　 Whitechapel District is in East London, and Baker Street is in West London. The distance between the two is far, which means you can make more money.

　　 At this point, the driver felt uneasy, and he reminded him: "Two gentlemen, according to the new regulations of the union, the charge is 1 shilling for less than two miles, and then 6 pence per mile. Do you have any objections?"

　　 "No, you can hurry up."

　　 Lu Li didn't care. For now, he is not short of money at all. Moreover, all the expenses caused by the investigation are paid by Scotland Yard, and there is no need to worry about financial pressure.

　　 About an hour later, the silence was broken again, because the destination had arrived.

　　 The two jumped out of the car while holding the handle. Winsley took a silver coin out of the purse and handed it to the driver, and signaled that he didn't need to find change.

　　 And Lu Li frowned slightly, and the depression in front of him formed a sharp contrast with the bustling Baker Street.

　　 I saw old houses lined up on both sides of the street. On the corners, fights were happening all the time. Several homeless men were fighting for scrapped newspapers.

　　 After all, that thing can help them survive one cold and humid night after another.

　　 After a few hurried glances, Lu Li retracted his gaze, tilted his head and said, "Officer Winsley, take me to the scene of the murder."

"Um."

　　 "In the past few years, there have been more and more refugees. The public security problem in the White Church district has become more and more serious. There have been too many violent incidents. This is also the reason why homicides are difficult to detect."

　　 After arriving in the jurisdiction, Winsley became silent and talked no more, and provoked the topic.

　　 "There are too many suspects, and every homeless person may commit a crime, right?"

　　 "That's right."

　　 "In this case, the most important thing now is to find out who the deceased is, and to narrow the scope of investigation through her interpersonal relationship during her lifetime."

　　 At this moment, Lu Li, who was gradually entering the state, said his inner thoughts, but Wensley still held a pessimistic attitude, and sighed: "But, that lady has been disfigured, and her body is mutilated..."

　　 "Seeing is believing, let's wait until I finish examining the corpse, and then make the final conclusion."

　　 Just as they were talking, the two had already crossed several streets and came to a filthy and desolate alley. Several uniformed police officers were surrounded there, waving batons and driving away passers-by.

　　 Winsley narrowed his expression, pointed to the dim and narrow alley in front of him and said: "The body is inside. After we blocked the scene, no one touched it again."

　　 At this moment, only a step away from the corpse land, Lu Li felt that he was persuaded.

　　 Organs, blood, flies...

　　 It makes me sick to think about it.

　　 However, the matter was here, he had no choice but to walk forward pretending to be calm, and Wensley followed closely behind him while waving his hand to signal several colleagues to follow him.

　　 As soon as he stepped into the alley, the stench came over his face, Lu Liqiang resisted his fear and continued to walk deep.

　　 Through the fog, everyone vaguely saw the corpse lying on the ground. Even the old police officer who had been accustomed to life and death in his career would feel instinctively sad after witnessing the tragedy before him.

　　 Gouging eyes, crushing teeth, cutting throat, rupture of abdominal cavity, everything is just as described in the letter.

　　 But unexpectedly, when he saw the corpse clearly, Lu Li felt that his fear was not as deep as he had imagined.

　　 The unfamiliar memory told him: These are just small scenes. Keep calm and try your best to make the deceased speak. This is what a detective should do.

　　 A highly realistic game...No more, just think of it as a film...

　　 After meditation in his heart for dozens of seconds, after adjusting his state, Lu Li took out the magnifying glass and tape measure from his jacket, and said, "Police officer, please use a tape to measure the height of the deceased."

　　 Wensley clenched his fists, forced himself not to vomit, and then bit his scalp and walked over.

　　 "The deceased was 5.5 feet tall, female."

　　 "Well, please write it down."

　　 After finishing speaking, Lu Li continued to look at the corpses on the ground, not mentioning the wounds, plaques, and the cause of death for the time being. After all, autopsy should be handled by a forensic officer before a professional conclusion can be drawn.