A Weird Theater That Started In London

In the foggy capital of the 19th century, the traffic was very heavy.

The carriage shuttled left and right, avoiding pedestrians from time to time, and there were many tramps among them. They didn't even have boots, and they just stepped into the mud mixed with livestock manure with bare feet.

Seeing this, Lu Li couldn't help lowering his head, looked at the well-sized boots under his feet, and finally had a deep impression of this era in his heart.

But his actions, in Wensley's eyes, turned into a thoughtless and clueless depression.

Mr. Detective, what are you thinking?

It's just some trivial matters and has nothing to do with the case. Lu Li shook his head, ready to chat with the police officer about other things.

In the end, he suddenly thought of an important matter, and changed the topic: By the way, may I ask, who have you invited to participate in the investigation of the Whitechapel murder?

ah?

Wensley's face was full of surprise, and his tone was puzzled: There is only one famous detective like you in London. If even you can't solve this murder case, it's useless to invite others.

Seeing that the police officer beside him respected him so much, Lu Li had a faint feeling that something was wrong.

Logically speaking, since it was an exam, fairness should be the principle, and I participated in the investigation of the Jack the Ripper case as a detective. Then, where did the other thirty-nine competitors go?

In what capacity will they appear?

After thinking about it for a while, Lu Li decided to give up. After all, it's useless to think too much about such a matter beyond the scope of understanding. Solving the case is the key.

So, he suggested: Can you go to the murder scene in the Whitechapel area first, I want to see the dead.

Wensley was stunned for a moment, not knowing how to answer, because the superior's order was: invite Mr. Lu Li to Whitehall Street to discuss matters related to his appointment as a special advisor.

Now, the famous detective suddenly wants to go to the murder scene, which is a bit out of order.

After a long time, seeing that this guy still didn't respond, Lu Li urged, Whitehall Street is not close to Baker Street. After dealing with those boring trivial matters, then go to the Whitechapel area. I'm afraid it will be even more difficult to find any clues from the corpse. gone.

In fact, since a strange memory appeared in his mind, he was no longer the layman before: In this era without cold storage, corpses would rot quickly and become more and more valuable as time went by. lower.

After some weighing, Wensli nodded instinctively out of a sense of justice in his heart, and said in a deep voice, As you wish.

Coachman, you don't have to go to Whitehall Street. Take us directly to Whitechapel District, and hurry up.

After hearing the police officer's words, the middle-aged coachman regained his spirits instantly: Got it, I promise, I will definitely arrive within an hour.

Whitechapel was in East London, and Baker Street was in West London, so far apart, which meant he could make more money.

After thinking about this, the driver felt uneasy, and reminded him: Gentlemen, according to the new regulations of the trade union, the charge is 1 shilling for less than two miles, and 6 pence for each mile after that. Do you have any objections?

No, hurry up and drive.

Lu Li didn't take it seriously, as far as he was concerned, he wasn't short of money at all. Moreover, Scotland Yard will pay for all the expenses caused by the investigation, so there is no need to worry about financial pressure.

About an hour later, the silence was broken again, because the destination had arrived.

The two jumped out of the car holding on to the handles. Wensley took out a silver coin from the purse and handed it to the driver, signaling that he didn't need to give change.

And Lu Li frowned slightly, the desolate scene in front of him formed a sharp contrast with the bustle of Baker Street.

I saw old houses lined up on both sides of the street, and on the corner of the street, fights happened all the time. Several homeless men were fighting for waste newspapers.

After all, that thing can help them survive one cold and wet night after another.

After a few quick glances, Lu Li turned his gaze away, tilted his head and said, Officer Wensley, take me to the murder scene.

Um.

In the past few years, there have been more and more refugees, and the public security problem in the Whitechapel area has become more and more serious. There have been too many violent incidents. This is also the reason why the murder case is difficult to detect.

After arriving in the jurisdiction, Wensley became no longer silent, and took the initiative to provoke the topic.

There are so many suspects, every homeless person is a potential crime, isn't it?

That's right.

Since this is the case, the most important thing now is to find out who the deceased is, and narrow down the scope of investigation through her previous relationships.

At this moment, Lu Li, who was gradually getting into the mood, expressed his inner thoughts, but Wensley still held a pessimistic attitude and sighed: But, that lady has been disfigured, her body is incomplete...

Seeing is believing, let's wait until I finish examining the body before making a conclusion.

While talking, the two had crossed several streets and came to a dirty and desolate alley, where several uniformed police officers were waving sticks to drive away passers-by.

Wensley restrained his expression, pointed to the drowsy and narrow alley in front of him, and said, The corpse is inside. After we sealed off the scene, no one touched it again.

At this moment, only one step away from the morgue, Lu Li felt that he was cowardly.

Organs, blood, flies...

It's disgusting to think about.

However, the matter was at this point, he had no choice but to walk forward pretending to be calm, and Wensley followed closely behind, and at the same time waved his hands to signal several colleagues to follow.

As soon as he stepped into the alley, he was greeted by a stench. Lu Li held back his fear and continued to walk deeper.

Through the mist, everyone vaguely saw the corpse lying on the ground. Rao is an old policeman who is used to seeing life and death in his career. After witnessing the tragedy in front of him, he would instinctively feel relieved.

Eyes gouged out, teeth crushed, throat cut, abdominal cavity ruptured, everything was just as described in the letter.

But unexpectedly, the moment he saw the corpse clearly, Lu Li felt that his fear was not as deep as he imagined.

That strange memory told him: These are just small scenes, keeping calm and trying to make the dead speak up is what a detective should do.

A game with a high degree of reality...If it doesn't work, just treat it like a film...

After thinking silently for dozens of seconds, Lu Li adjusted his state, took out a magnifying glass and a tape measure from his coat pocket, and said, Officer, please use a tape measure to measure the height of the deceased.

Hearing this, Wensley clenched his fists, forced himself not to vomit, and walked over bravely.

Decedent is 5.5 feet tall, female.

Well, please write it down.

After finishing speaking, Lu Li continued to look at the corpse on the ground, leaving aside the wounds, spots, and cause of death. After all, matters such as autopsy should be handled by the medical examiner in order to draw a professional conclusion.