V1.Chapter 7

King's College on the Thames.

Medical department, anatomy room 2, brightly lit.

"What do you see?"

"Professor Duke, judging from what you said in class, the deceased died between 1:00 and 1:30 this morning."

"Are you sure?"

"Er..."

The students in white coats hesitated for a while and finally said, "I'm not sure. The corpse spot phenomenon will be affected by the environment, blood loss and other factors, delayed or advanced, or even nonexistent."

"Teacher, Professor, what are you looking at me for?" the students dared not go on.

Duke saw his uneasy face and instantly thought of himself in high school. Why bother to learn slag.

However, since this morning, the scum Duke has disappeared and replaced by Mr. Duke, the youngest medical professor in western history.

Although the whole process is strange, as a modern youth proficient in all kinds of online writing routines, Duke only tangled for a few seconds and thought of what God space and nightmare space

Two hours ago, a plea letter from the confessional church district police station convinced Duke that his main task was coming!

He hurriedly took a student and rushed to the anatomy room.

"Bernard, you are very talented. Maybe modern forensic medicine depends on you to save it."

At this moment, Duke's passionate voice echoed in the anatomy room, like a priest in worship.

Unfortunately, there are only two listeners around.

One dead and one alive, the reaction is also different.

The lady lying on the anatomical table was silent and protested with an unspeakable stench. Bernard, who was highly praised by his tutor, was too excited to control himself. If he had not been rational, he would have shouted.

"However, you are still too far away."

This sentence was like pouring a basin of cold water on his head. Bernard was in a trance, because in his impression, the professors were very stable and few had such bad interests.

"Well, I won't tease you. I'll start the anatomy right away. Put on the mask quickly. God knows how many germs there are on the dead."

With that, Duke restrained his emotions and took out: gloves, puncture needles, hemostatic forceps, scalpels, pointed scissors, anal thermometer, bone saw

Bernard had never seen such complete equipment, some of which could not even call their names.

"Professor, can we start?"

"Well, open it all."

The duel between modern forensic science and the murderer is about to begin.

However, the next second, the sound of vomiting came out of anatomy room 2.

"Bernard, if you can't stand it, go out first and remember to close the door... Vomit!"

"Nothing... Just spit it out."

A few minutes later, they put on new masks and inherited Duke's forensic memory. Their expression gradually became dignified and no longer jumped off.

Speaking for the dead is not only a task, but also a responsibility.

"Bernard, sometimes there is a certain error in judging the time of death according to the degree of body spots."

"Besides, the lady lost too much blood. Using this method has little effect."

Duke, who wore two layers of gloves, said as he gently pressed the corpse spot with his fingers and found that it was only a little faded. He added: "therefore, we also need to measure the rectal temperature of the deceased."

"This task is up to you. You must believe in yourself."

"Ah?"

Without waiting for the students to speak, Duke handed the thermometer directly and gave him a favorable look.

……

Soon after, Bernard looked at Duke with a resentful look: "Sir, the calculation result is out. If the formula you provided is correct, the dead should have been killed at 11:30 last night."

"I see. You first wash your hands and record all these. Then, you'd better find a pot. It's better to be bigger."

"Yes, coal, too."

After entering the state, Duke didn't even lift his head and gave an order.

"What are you going to do?"

Bernard looked puzzled.

Hearing the speech, Duke put down the measuring ruler, picked up a bone saw and said calmly, "the age of the dead can be determined by the shape of the pubic symphysis. Therefore, I need to take out the pelvis and boil some troublesome soft tissue."

"Professor, are you Satan?"

In Bernard's eyes, his mentor had become an abomination. He quickly refused and came forward to take the bone saw.

"If you let others know about it, I'm afraid we'll both go to prison!"

Wiping off the blood foam splashed on his collar, Duke stood up and persuaded him, "you should know the whole story of the letter. The murderer is still at large. Maybe there will be another dead soul tonight. In this case, it's better to believe in science than hope in a private detective."

"In fact, nothing can comfort the dead more than catching the murderer. Moreover, the letter says that I have the sole right to deal with the body."

"Well, I hope your theory is useful."

Two hours later, the students passing by the building found that smoke was flying out of the window of the anatomy room.

The night is deep.

Whitechapel District, police station.

Lu Li stood in the stone hall, holding a coffee cup, thinking about how to lock the identity of the murderer. For fear of disturbing him, passing police officers bypassed him.

How can a wandering warbler and a rich man intersect?

According to normal logic, there must be some connection between the murderer and the victim.

However, with the exception of antisocial personalities, such as Jack the Ripper, Lu Li, a normal person, can't substitute himself into the role of a madman anyway.

"Detective, the identity of the dead has been identified. Martha tablin, 41."

At this moment, officer Winsley walked quickly with a document. It seemed that he was in a good mood, at least not with a straight face.

"All the information found by the plainclothes detective is recorded on it. Have a look."

While receiving the document, Lu Li said in a deep voice, "have you found out which guests she has received recently?"

"Well, at present, there are two suspects. They have been invited in plain clothes."

The hall was silent again, only the sound of turning pages of documents.

Until ten minutes later, a tramp rushed in from the rain and shouted vaguely:

"Another man is dead!"

"Letter! Letter to you!"

No one would have thought that a madman rushed into the police station. When Winsley reacted, he had run away. The whole process was no more than 30 seconds.

For a moment, everyone looked at each other.

Not far away, two policemen standing guard in black waterproof cloth were stunned and immediately caught up.

Looking at the letter with the skeleton postmark on the ground, an ominous premonition enveloped everyone's heart.

[to Detective Lu Li:

Tong said that with your help, Scotland Yard's investigation has been on track.

This is ridiculous!

I hate migratory warblers most in my life. I will insist on punishing their behavior. By the way, the dead woman doesn't even have a chance to cry. Next time, I will cut some souvenirs for you!

Tomorrow night, my knife will make trouble again. Let it enjoy it!

Try to catch me, hum, ha ha!

Last signature: Jack the Ripper, from hell]