Coroner Coroner

"We've already loaded up the body and brought it over."

Saying that, the young patrolman pointed to several carriages parked outside the alley behind him:

One of them was a corpse truck.

It turned out that when Lin Xinyi and others came to set up an ambush just now, the police officers in charge of investigating the scene had already loaded Elizabeth's body into a car and were going to take it back to Scotland Yard for a forensic autopsy.

Because it happened to be on the way, at the same time that Jiang Shouhuang and other elementary school students were sent to "find the master", the corpse truck was also driven over.

"This…"

Lin Xinyi and Conan were both taken aback.

Surprise immediately appeared on their faces:

The body just arrived?

This "clue hint" is too obvious.

It seems that they guessed the questioner's intentions correctly this time - the key to solving the puzzle is hidden on this corpse.

"Let me have a look."

Without saying a word, Lin Xinyi walked quickly to the corpse truck.

He opened the car door, borrowed gloves from the police officer on board, and carefully lifted the body out of the narrow, difficult-to-use compartment, laying it flat on the ground.

Inspector Lestrade looked bewildered.

And Lin Xinyi didn't explain, but just started his old business on his own.

"Master Lin, what are you doing..."

"The neighborhood has been blocked by us, why didn't he go and catch the escaped Jack the Ripper, instead he came to see this dead man?"

The young police officers on the side were whispering curiously.

Everyone looked a little confused.

Only the well-informed and well-informed Inspector Lestrade saw the truth after some contemplation:

"I understand--"

"This should be what the orientals call 'transcendence', right?"

"I heard that monks in the East can wash away the sins of the dead and help the dead to reach heaven by holding magical rituals next to the corpse."

"This... so it is."

It turns out that the master is giving out indulgences to the dead.

Still no money.

The master is worthy of being a master, and there is this method of sending people to heaven.

It is much more thoughtful than the service of the church priest.

The police officers were secretly amazed at Master Lin's "purification" method.

He was even more impressed by the erudition of Officer Lestrade.

But there were still one or two "stupid" who questioned the leader very blindly:

"How do I feel, Master Lin..."

"It doesn't look like you're holding a magic ceremony?"

"It's a bit like our Scotland Yard medical examiner...examining dead bodies?"

"nonsense!"

Lestrade retorted resolutely:

"Didn't you see that the master is already chanting a spell next to the corpse?"

"This must be a magical spell to pray for the undead, and it contains the special power to communicate with heaven!"

As he spoke, he pointed to Lin Xinyi.

Everyone looked there, and Master Lin was indeed chanting the "mantra" silently.

It's just that the voice is too low to hear what the spell is about:

"Ruptured damaged left carotid artery."

"Bruises on both shoulders, especially the right shoulder, collarbone, upper chest... Injuries are not different from 'historical records'."

"The condition of the wound is clear at a glance, and it is of little help in finding the whereabouts of Jack the Ripper."

"Then, the clue should not be the injury of this corpse..."

"But other traces?"

While reciting the incantation silently like this, Master Lin carefully inspected the corpse in front of him.

Finally, he found something.

That's a few threads.

It was found from under the skirt of the deceased, a few threads stuck to her skirt that did not belong to her clothes.

"This thread is slender and soft, and it shines brightly against street lamps, and it feels cool to the fingertips..."

"This thread is... natural silk?"

"There are also these few threads... curled, thin and short, and of different lengths."

"It's kind of like natural wool."

Master Lin chanted a "spell" here, then turned around and said to the police officers watching:

"Borrow a lighter."

The lighter was invented earlier than the match, and it was not a rare thing in London in 1888.

He quickly borrowed a lighter,

A piece of "natural silk" and a piece of "natural wool" jumped out of those threads and lit.

Ask about the taste again:

"It stinks of burnt hair."

"That's right...that's silk and wool."

Lin Xin's eyes gradually became brighter.

The police officers on the side looked even more confused:

"Master, what are you doing..."

"Why set fire to the dead body?"

Everyone turned their heads in unison to look at Officer Lestrade, the well-informed "Orientalist".

Expert Lestrade thought about it...

"I understand!"

"I heard that Eastern monks have the ability to communicate with the dead through 'incense'."

"If I'm not mistaken..."

"Master, this must be offering incense to the victim!"

"He is talking to the ghost of the deceased in this way, asking her for information about the murderer!"

"Huh? Communicate with the undead?"

The police officers were taken aback:

Wasn't he still the pastor who sent people to heaven before?

How can he even know the skills of the undead technique now?

Are oriental monks so omnipotent?

Everyone was terrified.

I saw Master Lin over there standing up from the corpse with a calm face, and said in a "gloomy" way:

"Come on, everyone—"

"The clue I want, the deceased has already told me!"

...............................

The air was silent.

Lin Xinyi didn't notice the weird atmosphere, but ordered to himself:

"Officer Lestrade."

"Please inform your subordinates:"

"While keeping the block closed, send someone in and search—"

"As long as you find a carriage parked somewhere or driving on the road, bring the owner, groom and carriage here to cooperate with the investigation!"

"Especially those who are driving on the road and trying to leave here in a carriage, must pay special attention!"

"If someone shows signs of trying to escape while being investigated, use force directly, don't hesitate!"

He gave a somewhat incomprehensible order.

Lestrade nodded without questioning:

"Okay, Master!"

"I'm sending someone to search the block right now."

"Make sure to find all the carriages hidden in this block!"

The streets here are narrow, the space is limited, and there is no underground parking lot.

It is easy to hide people, but it is impossible to hide such a large carriage.

Lin Xinyi's order to "gather all the carriages in the block" was not difficult to complete.