Sherlock Holmes

In fact, Nightingale did not feel that she had cracked any incredible secret room. She just gave the most basic answer.

She also didn't know anything about the secret room of the vault. She had been staying in the cabin of her villa these days and had no knowledge of the murders happening outside.

At this moment, she just looked at the judge sent by the Tribunal in front of her with some surprise. She saw that he was still driving the vehicle quietly and moving forward steadily. He did not admit Sherlock's accusation, but he also There were no hysterical rebuttals, and no self-consciously absurd ridicule.

After getting along with each other these days, she can feel that Mr. Hopkins is a very respectable person. He is humble, gentle, polite, and tenacious. He has an almost demanding attitude towards his job. In the temporary office every day, until late at night, Can see the lights that are not extinguished.

As a judge, he seems to regard it not only as a job or an identity, but as a carrier of justice.

Is such a person really the Ripper?

Could it be that he faces the mountain of case files every day, stays up until the early hours of the morning, and works like a machine that never tires, just to find the next victim?

Shylock ignored the contradiction and shock in Nightingale's heart at this time, but continued to explain the case without any human touch:

“Actually, the murderer only needs to fish the box of food to a high place.

It's that simple.

The specific operation method is to only need a thread tied with a fishhook, and tie another thread at the end of the hook, making it look like a pendant, forming a [V] shape. In this way, pull the two ends of the thread. end, so that the hook can be hooked on the handle of the box.

Then pull the box up

The diameter of the revolving door of the vault is four meters, so the height of the internal space must have exceeded 4 meters. In fact, it is 4.3 meters. It is impossible for a normal person to reach the box hooked to the ceiling. As for the books and pillows thrown around, the deceased was actually trying to knock the box down. He probably also tried to raise the books, but it was obvious that , of no use at all.

In fact, if the deceased had not been overly cautious, he would not have died in such a miserable state. If he had someone move a bed in, he would probably be able to stand it up and try to climb up.

But it's a pity that there is no if in this world.

Oh, by the way, I have to emphasize here that the reason why the murderer was able to kill people in this way means that before the banker closed the door of the vault, the murderer already knew everything about the situation inside the vault. .

He knew where the box of food was placed, knew that the deceased had no climbing tools, and also needed to know the approximate time the deceased slept.

At that time, apart from the bank staff, the only people who saw the internal conditions of the vault were the judicial officers who were pursuing clues to the Ripper. "

I just caught the food on the ceiling of the vault

It's an extremely simple method, but from beginning to end, no one seems to be thinking in this direction.

In fact, it cannot be said that no one can think of it. The greater possibility is that someone deliberately created the Ripper's ability to ignore any situation and kill people indiscriminately. Therefore, under such a premise, no one will go Think of this simple method.

Rather than saying it is the subtlety of the technique, it is better to say that the technique of guiding people's inherent thinking is more powerful.

The motorcade slowly drove into the city. It was already past midnight, and most of the citizens had already fallen asleep. Even the young people who liked to stay up late went to bed early because of the power outage. Only some homeless people wandering in the streets were awakened by the rumble of the motorcade. They huddled in the corner of the alley, looking at the mighty motorcade and the crowds passing by on the road with their eyes that had long been accustomed to darkness.

Hopkins slowed down a bit. Driving too fast on this poorly lit urban street could easily cause unnecessary traffic accidents.

"I have to say, it is indeed an extremely simple method. If I am not wrong, you should also use my identity to explain why the murderer can get past the layers arranged by Pope Nadine Bellew in the church. Guard.

Because I was the Ripper, I could walk into the church without anyone being suspicious of me. "

Hopkins said calmly, and Sherlock nodded naturally:

"Of course, as the person in charge of the entire Ripper case, you have unimpeded access to that church."

"However, if I approach the room where Pope Nadine Bellew is, someone will definitely know it. Why didn't the people guarding the door mention this when we first discovered his death? Woolen cloth?"

"Because Pope Beru didn't want others to know that someone had gone to see him, he deliberately dismissed all the guards around the room before that, and he personally opened the door for the murderer from inside." Sherlock added An even more incomprehensible explanation was given.

"You mean, when Pope Nadine Bellew knew that someone wanted to assassinate him, he deliberately pushed away the people he had arranged for, and then took the initiative to open the door and let me in? Haha. I think this explanation Is it really convincing?"

"If you simply describe this series of the Pope's actions, it will of course seem very strange, but if before that, the Pope had not entered that room, or even more accurately, it was the time when we visited the Pope.

Someone whispered something to Pope Nadine Bellew.

Then Pope Beru will definitely obediently arrange a route for him to see him secretly within the time specified by that person, and then personally welcome him into his room. "

Hearing this, Hopkins frowned and seemed to have thought about what kind of words would be so powerful, but he still asked in a confirming manner: "What words?"

"Ahem." Sherlock cleared his throat, then pretended to be a mysterious voice, and said calmly: "I heard that the great Pope Nadine Bellew will be alive every few months. A little boy was played with until he was completely broken, and then sent to a feed production factory to be crushed and fed to pigs.

I spent a lot of money to get this news. Of course, I don't believe it myself.

So, at 9 o'clock tonight, we should have a good chat. You also want to know who sold this news to me. "