No One Knows Ke Xue Better Than Me

Suddenly, a rustling sound came from outside the house.

Soon, the movement grew louder.

There were door slams, dogs barking, shouting, and it was extremely noisy.

"Don't sleep, let me out!"

"Quick, don't chirp!"

Officer Lestrade sent people to surround a large area of ​​Whitechapel.

Officers slammed door-to-door and called tenants out into the street.

All those who refuse to do so are warned only once.

If you don't know it, kill it on the spot!

Allen finished the silent dance, and had time to pour a glass of water.

Only then did he put on his brown coat and follow everyone into the street fearlessly.

Not long after, hundreds of people stood on the street one after another.

Several police officers are interrogated in turn from left to right.

At this point, most people are asleep.

They had no idea what was going on and were brutally 'invited' to the street by the police.

After learning that someone else was killed, there was a lot of discussion.

Lestrade stood on a high place, looking down at the crowd of people with a serious expression.

He could only be sure that Jack the Ripper was among the gang.

But there is no evidence to lock down who it is.

In 1888, the medical tools were limited, and it was impossible to judge a case based on fingerprints and DNA.

The most common methods are interviews and interrogations.

But London was thick with fog and visibility was extremely low.

Even if there are eyewitnesses, no exact information can be given.

Some people say he's fat, some people say he's skinny, but I don't know who is telling the truth.

Lestrade estimated that Jack the Ripper was probably skinny.

The fat man runs slowly and does not escape so easily.

But the East End is the largest slum, and the undernourished people abound.

Even if the fat man and the elderly, women and children are excluded, there are still three or four hundred suspects.

Lestrade sighed, suddenly missing Holmes.

This worker, oh no, this guy, where is he now?

……

(This paragraph is not worth the money: because there are two settings, I wrote a separate chapter for Jack the Ripper. It is currently a three-line narrative: the protagonist, Conan, and Jack. I am afraid you will find it confusing.)

Chapter 325

Conan and the others took a carriage and returned to London.

"Mr. John, do you want to go back to the police station?"

"No, just send us to Baker Street."

The coachman turned the horse's head, detoured a bit, and arrived at the destination.

After Conan got off the car, he couldn't hide his excitement:

"Officer Claude, it's getting late, you go back first."

"Okay, Mr. John, you've worked hard today, see you later."

After the carriage left, Maurilan asked:

"Conan, what are you doing here?"

Conan gently lifted the flowerpot and found the key pressed underneath.

The details of these hidden things are exactly the same as in the novel.

"Of course I'm looking for help."

Conan opened the door and walked in first.

He was about to meet Sherlock Holmes, which made him extremely uneasy and excited:

"Sherlock, are you there?"

Called several times, but no response.

Conan opened the doors one by one, and finally found a somewhat drunk Sherlock Holmes in the bedroom.

With short blue hair, he was lying on a chair with his legs crossed, his neck slanted, and he murmured dream words:

"Moriarty, is...is it your planned murder?"

If Suzuki Joe Bridge is here, he will definitely call him a good guy.

Noah's Ark really didn't want to face, and gave hints under the guise of Sherlock Holmes.

Can't afford to play?

Using the DNA tracking system developed by Sawada Hiroki, Noah's Ark has long determined that Conan is Kudo Shinichi.

The body may lie, but the genes do not.

It has high hopes for the 'Heisei era Sherlock Holmes', and specially arranged Watson's identity.

Unexpectedly, he wandered around the Adams Mansion and found nothing.

Of course, the combination of Suzuki Qiaoqiao and Haibara Ai is too strong.

It was found that Adams had a heart attack, and he thought of using Viagra to kill.

"Moriarty?"

Conan's eyes narrowed slightly, and he was very familiar with the name.

Moriarty is a criminal in the dark and behind many murders.

Is he implying something by mentioning it here?

"Huh~"

Holmes yawned and opened his eyes.

Out of professional habit, I looked at Mao Lilan and the juvenile detective team.

Then he turned his attention to Watson:

"John, are you taking them home? If there aren't enough beds, I can sleep on the sofa."

Conan didn't want to change the subject, so he forced it back:

"Sherlock, you mentioned Moriarty just now, did you find anything?"

Holmes tilted his head and looked puzzled:

"Moriarty? Who is that?"

Conan looked strange and quickly understood.

The dream talk just now was a reminder of Noah's Ark.

But why does it give itself clues?

Now that the night is dark, it is inconvenient to go out.

Best to wait until tomorrow morning to get to the police station and ask Officer Lestrade.

Perhaps the case of Jack the Ripper has something to do with Professor Moriarty.

……

East End, Whitechapel.

Many residents were called to the streets for interrogation, enduring the freezing cold.

As the number of people increased, it gradually became noisy:

"Officer, when will you let me go back? It's so cold outside."

"Could it be that there are no clues, do you want to investigate like this? This is too stupid."

Lestrade stood at the top, and there was no way to face the complaints of the people.

After repeated investigation and interrogation, there was no suspect.

Seeing everyone complaining, I had to let the old man, women and children go home first.

The remaining 300 suspects registered their information one by one.

Otherwise, he can't afford to drag it on and make things bigger.

Alan mingled in the crowd with a harmless smile.

Come, come and catch me.

If not caught, the crime will continue in the future.

Not long after, a police officer walked up to him and interrogated with a book:

"What are you doing at eleven o'clock at night?"

"Nothing." Allen's answer was in line with the others: "Sleep at home."

After repeated interrogations, the police officers became a little numb and asked again:

"Have you heard any unusual noises at night? Or seen suspicious people?"