A Weird Theater That Started In London

The story Lu Li told solidified the atmosphere.

The female model who had been defending Sickert froze in place. As a wandering warbler, she knew very well what had happened in the Whitechapel recently. There was only one possibility——

Hunt down the Ripper from hell, Jack.

Mr. George Lasker held a gun in both hands, and while maintaining vigilance, he thought to himself: As expected of me, I can tell at a glance that this guy is not a good person.

Sickert, on the other hand, fell into deep remorse and resentment.

He felt that he should be tougher at first, instead of being obsessed with ghosts, trying to clear himself of suspicion by coaxing these two men.

I am not afraid that the famous detective will reason, but I am afraid that he has many hobbies and knows the relationship between the painter and Chen Bread.

At this moment, Sickert attributed the failure to: met a master.

And, the most annoying thing is...

This guy has seen through the lies a long time ago, but he insists on making up a story to mock himself!

Thinking of this, Sickert raised his head and gave Lu Li a vicious look.

It's a pity that Lu Li didn't know the suspect, no, to be precise, it should be Mr. Criminal, who added so much drama to himself.

In fact, he suspected Sickert from the very beginning, but there was no evidence for him, but he never expected... A reading comprehension article he did in high school made a great contribution.

Thinking of this, Lu Li's heart began to pound wildly. The legendary Jack the Ripper was arrested in his apartment on August 8, 1888.

This trip to London can finally come to an end.

Therefore, Lu Li suppressed his excitement, and said in a low voice, Now, Mr. Sigel, admit it like a man, and truthfully confess the process and details of your crime.

But just then—

No... I didn't kill anyone.

Sickert shook his head slowly, swearing that he didn't have the qualifications to commit the crime: How can a patient with limited mobility have the ability to kill people, what kind of detective, it's ridiculous!

Also, does Scotland Yard agree with this set of rhetoric? Illegal interrogation, induced confession, I'm going to find a lawyer.

We all know that the law protects the rich.

Obviously, Sickert is a rich man. If he is unwilling to plead guilty, he can ask a lawyer to help delay the lawsuit, and the delay will change.

Lu Li, are you upstairs?

At this time, Duke's voice came from downstairs, followed by the sound of going up the stairs.

After hearing the news, Lu Li heaved a sigh of relief, and his tone was unavoidably smug: Mr. Siegel, the well-known surgeon, Professor Duke, is here. The certificate issued by him is regarded as authoritative by Scotland Yard...

click.

The studio door was pushed open.

On the way, Duke heard from the coachman that Mr. Lasker asked him to give up the autopsy for a while and come over to make a diagnosis of a young painter.

Therefore, as soon as he came in, he noticed the pale face and asked with a smile: Sir, what's wrong with you?

Then, he put the large suitcase in his hand on the ground and opened it: hemostat, puncture needle, medical scalpel, bone saw, bone hammer, bone chisel...

All kinds of tools were placed neatly, and under the light, they shone coldly, coupled with the blood stains on the white coat, it was a bloody butcher.

Seeing this, Lu Li ignored the small talk and whispered a few words in Duke's ear.

Brother, are you kidding me?

Duke couldn't help exclaiming, although he inherited the memory of the medical professor, he himself has never had a physical examination on a living person, let alone a place like that.

Think about the situation of the two victims, whose skirts were lifted up to their waists, but there was no sign of being violated. Doesn't that explain anything?

After speaking, Lu Li sighed.

In fact, he also felt that this kind of examination was a bit shocking, but he didn't understand medicine, so he might not be obsessed with it.

Then... this gentleman, please raise your hand and put it where I can see it.

The truth was in sight, Duke had no choice but to turn around and walk towards Sickert who was sitting on the sofa.

Don't, don't come here...

The painter Siegel held on to the armrest of the sofa, leaned forward unconsciously, and couldn't help but want to run away, because this scene reminded him of his childhood nightmare.

Unfortunately, the pain from the crotch forced him to give up this idea.

Professor Duke, let me watch this guy for you.

Boy, be honest with me, or your skull will be lifted.

At this moment, Mr. Lasker, who came over to act as a tool man, reminded Duke of his student Bernard, who is a free labor force who works hard without complaint.

In the end, when two men, one holding a gun and the other carrying a tool, walked up to him, Sickert completely collapsed, his body went limp, and he collapsed on the backrest.

Don't investigate...I plead guilty.

I killed that warbler.

Rather than being humiliated, it would be better to simply confess.

Frankly speaking, he couldn't stand the investigation at all. He killed the woman last night in the next room, and after she died, her body was moved to Brady Street.

The blood stains on the walls, the vomit on the floor, and some key evidences were all due to my personal preference, so I didn't have time to destroy them.

These evidences add up, there is no room for sophistry, and it is enough to convict him.

That warbler?

Lu Li frowned, a bad premonition came to his mind again, he turned around and waved to the bewildered female model, signaling her to go out first.

What are you doing in a daze, get down quickly, remember not to run around, and go to the police station to make notes later.

Hmm... huh?

The woman reacted belatedly, and asked in surprise, Why should I go to the police station?

Being idle is also boring, Duke made up his mind: Maybe, you are also an accomplice.

Don't stand here and get in the way, go downstairs and stay.

Mr. Lasker urged too.

Soon, there were only four men left in the room.

Anyway, let's check first.

Lu Li spoke to break the silence.

And Sickert struggled like a lunatic, sometimes cursing, and sometimes yelling with unknown meaning. It can be seen that he is extremely resistant to this matter in his heart.

It's a pity, if I knew this earlier, why bother.

If Sickert hadn't tried to quibble before, talking about extorting a confession by torture and illegal interrogation, Lu Li would have given this guy some face.

As for now, of course, it is necessary to collect evidence as much as possible to make the case real, and never give him the slightest chance to reverse the case.

A few minutes later, Duke took off the two layers of gloves on his hands and whispered:

The suspect suffered from congenital fistula. It can be seen that he had undergone several surgical operations when he was a child. Unfortunately, the doctor still failed to make up for his physical defects.

In other words, this man does not have the ability to leave offspring.