V1.Chapter 17

In the living room sat three well-dressed men.

They were chatting and drinking coffee.

"The study of blood characters is undoubtedly a good reasoning novel, and the narrative technique is perfect."

"Mr. Lu Li, have you really seen it?"

Conan Doyle felt a little surprised, even flattered.

"Of course, no one shows any interest in this book. Mr. Conan Doyle, who is a face in the face, is quick to swallow the snack and put it to his lips." ha ha ha, when I first tried this kind of writing, I was worried that I would receive some sharp criticism from readers, but unfortunately the result was worse than expected.

At first, in order to write this short story well, he spent three weeks polishing and deleting it.

As a result, he was repeatedly rejected. It was not easy to find a buyer who was willing to publish it in the annual magazine, so he gave himself a minimum reward of ￡ 25.

It's black history.

Fortunately, his small clinic still has some business, which is not reduced to sleeping on the street.

At this time, Duke, who was unable to talk on the other side of the sofa, restrained his expression and said in a deep voice, "you will succeed. I firmly believe that."

Although he had not read Holmes, he knew the greatness of the name.

A hundred years later, the Royal Chemical Society awarded him the title of honorary researcher, and the royal family decided to grant him the title of jazz.

At the same time, he is also one of the most frequent literary images on the screen in the world, second only to the Vampire Dracula.

And this legend was created by the gentleman in front of him.

Duke would have had the cheek to sign unless he was worried about being too abrupt.

At this moment, Conan Doyle felt that Lu Li and Duke sitting next to him were his life confidants, and his smile became more and more sincere: "you two praise me, I'm just an amateur novelist."

Next, the three men started business and even made an appointment. After catching Jack the Ripper, they went hunting in the countryside together.

If you have time.

Moreover, even if he talked with the idols in the eyes of countless detective fans, Lu Li did not forget his task. He told Conan Doyle the on-site situation of the morgue and the autopsy report in combination with his personal views, hoping to get some pertinent suggestions.

"It's wonderful. In fact, if it were me, it would be difficult to do this."

"However, you missed a few details, of course, just as a supplement to support your reasoning."

Talking about business, Conan Doyle subconsciously took out his pipe and held it in his mouth. Then he rubbed the sliced grass a few times and stuffed it into the bucket bowl.

Cha, cha

The match struck a few times on the special paper, the white smoke rose, and then there was a series of cumbersome operations.

At a glance, you can see that this is an old smoker. The whole process seems to have been practiced countless times. It is orderly and highly ornamental.

Lu Li once suspected that he was a fake detective and couldn't even smoke a pipe.

At the same time, Conan Doyle began his reasoning: "first, as far as I know, the left hands of the two victims are placed on their chest by the murderer."

"So I come to the same conclusion as you that the murderer is disdaining the dead."

Lu Li didn't interrupt and listened to Conan Doyle analyze the case silently.

"Putting his left hand right in front of his chest is a military salute that has only become popular in recent years. It represents the highest respect, absolute obedience and loyalty to his superiors. Jack the Ripper undoubtedly regards himself as a superior and asks the victim to treat himself as a God."

With that, he gently pressed the floating ash with a pressure bar, lit another match, slowly circled around the bucket bowl, and sucked it at the same time.

Seeing this, sitting next to the two big guys, Duke felt a little redundant. In order to show his sense of existence, he couldn't help asking, "so, do you have any other discoveries?"

He was pumping hard and was suddenly interrupted, which made Conan Doyle feel a little uncomfortable: "Oh, don't you two have a little?"

“……”

Lu Li spread his hands and was speechless for a while. He suspected that the cut tobacco was mixed with some prohibited articles, or that the gentleman was really addicted to smoking.

"Well, I'll continue to talk about my humble opinion."

Conan Doyle hesitated for a moment and finally made up his mind to put down his pipe.

"As you analyzed before, the main purpose of the excessive behavior exerted by the murderer on his body after killing the victim is to vent his anger."

"Therefore, after accepting the invitation of Mr. George Lasker, I went to the Whitechapel district police station, hoping to find something from the body. However, a police officer said that the body was temporarily placed at King's college and Professor Duke."

After all, they are both doctors and should have a lot in common——

Age determination of pubic symphysis

Rectal thermometry to determine the time of death

Childbirth scar to determine whether childbirth

These theories are very novel. If so, it is definitely a major breakthrough in the history of criminal investigation.

Unfortunately, I don't have time to talk about this now, but there will always be a chance.

Conan Doyle thought so, and then continued to say, "before that, I guessed that the murderer committed the crime out of some impulse, but I didn't expect that he was out of disgust with the drowning children of migratory warblers."

"Finally, I don't think the killer must be a doctor, maybe a painter."

painter?

Lu Li was proud of his resonance with Mr. Conan Doyle, but unexpectedly, the gentleman put forward another guess.

"You said that the victim was killed in one shot. The wound after death looks messy, but there are traces to follow, which shows that Jack the Ripper knows the human body structure very well." Conan Doyle saw that he was confused, so he took the initiative to explain: "it is essential for painters to be familiar with the human body structure."

Artist = madman

If you are not crazy and behave exactly like normal people, you can't be called an excellent artist.

Well, Lu Li admitted that he didn't know much about this profession, even preconceived, but this just shows that the painter is indeed suspected of committing a crime.

"Of course, it's just personal speculation. The murderer may also be a barber. They also know some surgical knowledge. Therefore, no one dares to guarantee until the truth is revealed."

As the saying goes, mature and prudent.

In fact, Conan Doyle does have a set of tenable opinions.

"Pa Pa Pa!"

"I don't know if there are other detectives who can analyze the case so thoroughly and accurately..."

Applause came from the hall.

Duke, who was in a daze all the time, was awakened. He raised his head discontentedly and thought: why is someone eavesdropping again.