Sherlock Holmes

It only took a few minutes to find clues that the security team had not found all day long. Although he was specialized in the field, the efficiency of this detective was too fast.

'Maybe what the chief of the London Police Department said is true. He is the only person who can solve this case within 24 hours. ' Catherine thought reluctantly, but she didn't say anything, but asked matter-of-factly: "YES? What does this mean?"

"I don't know." Sherlock stood up: "But I can feel that this word has a particularly profound meaning for the murderer. Another thing is..." He paused, walked slowly to the other side of the body, and turned his face between the legs of the corpse

To be honest, this posture looked a bit obscene, but luckily Deacon Bader didn't make any noise this time.

"Why are all the internal organs chopped up but the uterus is intact?"

"Perhaps this is the murderer's habit." Catherine said calmly.

"No." Sherlock denied this without thinking and said: "This murderer is a serial murderer. He has tortured and killed more than a dozen women in the Lower City. It is rare to see such skillful knife skills. And all the previous ones All the deceased's internal organs were taken out, including the uterus, but this time the murderer deliberately kept it, but cut the remaining internal organs into four parts.

Also, the murderer would not usually take away the clothes of the deceased.

Why did you change your habits when dealing with this lady? "

He muttered to himself.

Seeing his more interested expression, Catherine quickly raised a question shared by everyone present: "You seem to be very familiar with this murderer?"

"Because I've paid attention to him." Sherlock said matter-of-factly: "That's what I do. I know more or less all the murderers on the wanted list. If I follow the normal process, I should be there within four months." Then we started working on his case.”

"." Although this answer made sense, it still made Miss Catherine speechless for two seconds.

"Okay. Then what are you going to do next?"

Sherlock put his hands into the pockets of his windbreaker:

"The murderer is obsessed with [4]."

"Abnormal preservation of the uterus."

"Took away the clothes."

"The word [YES] carved on the guts"

He began to move slowly in place, muttering quietly as he walked.

Just like that, a long while passed.

He suddenly reached out his hand and rubbed his shoulders and neck vigorously: "The best next step is to let me go home and take a nap."

".??"

The people around were stunned for a moment.

Even the old priest who had been snoring lightly in the distance opened his eyes slightly.

"Go back and sleep?" Deacon Bader's tone finally had a slight ups and downs.

In the inherent impression of civilians, the deacons of the Judgment Department are generally emotionless law enforcement machines, and bloody purges and cruel torture are synonymous with them.

They allow marriage, although this is most likely a way to continue their fine bloodline, but even so, Sherlock cannot ignore the identity of the deceased in this murder.

Because this deacon named Badr undoubtedly has feelings for his wife; whether this feeling is possessiveness for his own private property or something else, it doesn't matter.

Anyway, my wife has been cut into pieces and thrown all over the floor. Now you say you want to go home and take a nap? !

"Watch your words, this is disrespectful to the clergy of the Holy See!"

The young sheriff at the entrance of the alley almost immediately roared.

No way, this is his duty, a loyal, angry hound eager to show his piety, or cannon fodder.

However, without the order from the commander, he could only stand angrily at the entrance of the alley, not daring to step into the alley.

Sherlock bowed slightly unhurriedly: "I'm sorry, Lord Deacon, I didn't intend to offend the Holy See, you, and your wife. It's really because I no longer have any need to stay here."

"What do you mean?" Compared to the taciturn Deacon Bader, Catherine was undoubtedly the one who was easier to communicate with.

"Because I have already watched the scene. Staying here any longer is just a waste of time. Why not go back to the apartment I am familiar with and let me stay alone for a while comfortably. This will help me think." Sherlock pointed with his index finger. Clear your mind.

Catherine's brows were still furrowed. She understood the phrase 'a comfortable environment helps to think', but...:

"Have you finished watching the whole scene?"

"Of course." Sherlock said: "My ability to investigate the scene is pretty good. I have observed every detail here. For example, I can probably guess that the murderer is about 190cm tall, male, and has a burly body." He has a good body, a good family background, he is dominant on both hands, and has a strong sexual desire. He lived in the town of Rochester as a child and experienced a lot of unfair treatment or torture. He has a serious psychology of revenge. He is usually strict with himself, but he is conceited, enjoys killing, and likes to eat. Raw beef. The house is very large, probably a manor. There are many portraits hanging in the house. The decoration is exquisite. He has a hobby of raising livestock. He doesn’t have much body hair. He likes to wear pure cotton clothes that shape the body. There are old injuries on the right ribs."

He spoke faster and faster, until the constable's suppressed roar came as expected: "Civilian! You... you can't talk nonsense in front of the clergy! You have no piety!"

No one stopped the Sheriff's anger, because neither Catherine nor Deacon Bader nor the old priest felt that the detective was just fooling around.

It would make sense if the physical characteristics and personality of the murderer could be identified through the knife edge, the method of dismembering the body, the angle at which the blood spattered, etc.

But even the murderer can guess what he likes to eat, where he lives, what he wears, and even his old injuries. This is wrong no matter how you think about it.

Besides, you have just stood in this place for half an hour.

Sherlock had known this and smiled. Of course he was too lazy to explain this, but depending on the situation, if he didn't explain clearly, he wouldn't be able to leave this place today.