No One Knows Ke Xue Better Than Me

Within a week, Jack the Ripper made a series of tragedies.

The uproar of public opinion in the media has put a great deal of pressure on the London Police Service.

The murderer also arrogantly sent a notice letter, announcing that he would commit the crime again within two days.

The police chief was furious when he heard the news.

A large number of police officers from other areas were dispatched to the Whitechapel area to strengthen patrols.

If there is another murder case in the jurisdiction, I am afraid that the status will not be guaranteed in the future.

This has led to a sharp drop in the police force in other areas.

Allen put on the cloak and stood in the dark alley.

The street lights here are broken, and the visibility is extremely low due to the thick fog.

On the second floor diagonally across from him, there was a dim yellow light that was not very clear.

There, is Mary Jane's bedroom.

Victor took Wallace to discuss the next big deal at noon.

Didn't go home tonight, working overtime at the printing house.

As long as you can deliver on time, you can make a lot of money.

Alan looked like a devout believer, looking at the bedroom window.

He gasped slightly, a morbid flush on his face.

After confirming that no one was around, Allen picked up a small stone from the ground.

Swipe hard to break the second-floor window.

"Dang!"

The sound of glass breaking was very loud.

He pulled his hood up and his hair was hidden in the darkness.

Mary Jane in the house was startled, she stuck her head out of the window vigilantly, and looked left and right.

It was extremely dark outside, and there was a thick fog, so I couldn't see anything.

"Who?"

A neighbor heard the movement and opened the window to take a look.

Seeing no difference, it was quickly closed again.

Mary Jane felt a little annoyed that it was a prank by a bear child.

"Mother."

Hearing the shouting, she came to the next room.

After putting the child to sleep, Mary Jane felt a little thirsty and went to the first floor to find water.

Broken glass, clean up later.

When the husband comes back, let's change it again.

She had just finished drinking when there was a knock on the door:

"Dong dong dong."

Hey, is Victor back?

Mary Jane stepped cheerfully, preparing to open the door for her husband.

When she walked to the door, she felt a sudden unease in her heart.

Mary Jane hesitated for a moment and asked:

"Who?"

No one responded.

Not Victor!

Mary Jane was a little scared, so she picked up the broom and held it in front of her chest.

She never thought it was Jack the Ripper, because that pervert only worked in the Whitechapel area.

"Who?!"

Mary Jane came to the door and looked out through the cat's eyes.

Except for the dim light, no one could be seen.

what's the situation?

Another prank?

When my husband comes home, I have to give him feedback.

Go out during the day to find out which child is playing a prank.

This nonsense is really scary.

She was about to go back to the bedroom to rest when she heard a knock on the door.

"Dong dong."

This time the sound was obviously much smaller than the previous one.

Mary Jane was a little sullen, and returned to the door angrily.

Whose child is this?

Is it over?

She opened the door angrily, but did not see the bear child, but found a bouquet of flowers beside the carpet.

Seeing this, Mary Jane was slightly startled.

Could it be that the bear boy who broke the glass just now felt guilty, so he offered flowers to express his apology?

"Really, won't you say it well?"

She came to the front with a broom and picked up the delicate bouquet of flowers.

Alan, who was holding a knife, suddenly jumped out of the blind spot behind the door!

……

The horse's hoof stepped on the bluestone road, making a Dada sound.

Holmes and his party left Baker Street and came to the bustling Royal Mile.

As one of the wealthy districts in London, the houses along the way are all three-storey small western-style buildings with magnificent decoration.

Even the road and street lights are much more upscale than the Eastern Wharf.

"Herod~"

The brown horse snorted and stopped in front of a mansion.

Officer Lestrade got out of the car and led them through the gate.

Due to the sudden incident, the body has not been transported away.

What everyone faced was the scene of the first murder.

Several people walked through the corridor and entered the reception hall.

The deceased was lying on the beige carpet, his right hand raised above his head.

Four fingers are bent, only the index finger is straight.

The words 'Sherlock Holmes' were written with the blood flowing out.

Sherlock Holmes checked himself and snorted softly:

"Lestrade, please introduce the relevant information first to facilitate analysis and reasoning."

"The deceased was Earl Fox, 41 years old, without a wife and daughter.

There were four maids, two foreman and a cook who lived with them.

Before the crime, Earl Fox drove the servants away, saying that he would meet the guests.

The servants evacuated ahead of time and failed to see the suspect.

In addition, the leftovers they ate tonight were drugged with sweat, causing the group to fall asleep.

A maid woke up early because her aunt had no appetite and ate less.

She was the first to discover the scene of the murder and reported it to the police station in time.

We have interrogated in turns and the servants and cooks have no problems. "

Holmes nodded, touched his chin with one hand, and surveyed his surroundings.

No signs of fighting were found at the scene, indicating a sudden attack.

He patrolled the scene and found no murder weapon. He was suspected of being taken away by the murderer:

"John, can you examine the body?"

"Ok, no problem."

Conan studied in Hawaii before and has done quite a bit of research in this area.

He turned Earl Fox's body over and examined it carefully.

After 2 minutes, the conclusion is given:

"The wound was smooth, and it was the blade of the knife. The deceased was stabbed seventeen times and died on the spot.

It stands to reason that due to extensive bleeding, the deceased should die of hemorrhagic shock within a short period of time.

But he didn't know where the strength came from, and he actually finished writing the name in blood. "

Inspector Lestrade asked thoughtfully:

"John, do you mean that these were not written by the dead?"