[Comprehensive British and American] The bear child of the detective's family

Lestrade believed that the murderer would continue to commit crimes, so he asked Donovan to keep an eye on the missing persons report, and there would always be some clues in it.Among the 400 people who disappeared in two years, Lestrade sorted out and finally left the files of 150 suspected victims. Among them, there are several things in common. First, they are single without family, and second, they live in The place is relatively remote, and you must be in good shape. Finally, Lestrade boldly guessed that there will be no children or old people here, and the age should generally be between 20 and 40 years old.

It's just that before he conducted an investigation, a new development occurred.

In the forest on the outskirts of London, someone found buried corpses. There were more than ten corpses. The bodies found in the case at hand are the same, and the two belong to the same case.

Lestrade went to the police again with a bad premonition. Dozens of corpses was not a small number, especially after it was related to the doll case in his hand.

When he arrived at the place where the body was found, he stood outside the cordon and took a deep breath. The forensic team had arrived ahead of time. Their new forensic doctor, Anderson, was outside the cordon. Lestrade took a look at him, Anderson He looked pale and seemed to be frightened by something.Lestrade frowned slightly and took the glove from Donovan's hand and asked, "How's the situation inside?"

Anderson's complexion seemed to turn pale again. He waved his hands while supporting the big tree next to him and said, "It's hard to describe. Anyway, I've never seen a scene like this before."

This sentence made Lestrade's heart tighten even more. He walked over and patted Anderson on the shoulder. After all, it is normal for a novice who just took over the task of the homicide squad to encounter a big case or a too tragic crime scene. , I think when he first joined the homicide squad, after going through too bloody cases, he didn't want to eat for two or three days, and even those with low receptivity would spit it out for the first time.

In short, Lestrade made the final preparations, stepped into the cordon, and led Donovan to the place where the body was actually found.

The smell gets stronger the further you go, that rotten smell.

Donovan stepped forward and walked to Lestrade. She wrapped her coat tighter. The trees in this forest are full of foliage, and they are also old trees in terms of their age. So the crowns of the trees are connected together to block part of the sunlight, and the remaining sunlight makes the forest look more gloomy, and only their footsteps can be heard in silence.

"Head..."

Donovan called out to Lestrade. Even though she was strong, she was still a woman. The previous case left a strange shadow, and the current environment was coated with a strange color, which made her feel a little worried.Lestrade stopped in his tracks. He looked at Donovan's own deputy and smiled. He patted her on the shoulder and said, "If you can't hold on, just go outside and wait for me. It's okay."

Donovan finally shook his head. She is a strong woman fighting on the front line of the homicide squad, so how could she retreat temporarily.

Lestrade thought that his subordinates would choose to quit. After all, she was a lady, and even if she quit, it was inevitable. Who knew that when he saw Donovan regain his composure and followed his footsteps, Lestrade Trade nodded secretly in his heart, saying in his heart that this is the thorny rose of the homicide squad, with a mentality stronger than that of a man.

When the scene of the crime arrived, the smell of the rotting corpse became stronger, and the faces of the detectives who were still standing firm were all pale. Lestrade shook his head and said that he was under less psychological pressure. He waved his hand and said: " Leave one forensic doctor, and let the rest go to a place with a small smell first, and it will be troublesome for you to spit here."

Lestrade's words were unreasonable. Before that, some detectives vomited at the scene of the crime, which had a great impact on the evidence collection of the case at that time.

"Let me do it."

While the forensic doctors were confronting each other, Anderson, who had just gone out to breathe fresh air, returned to the battlefield. He nodded to his colleagues and accepted the job.Anderson has his own ideals. He thinks that he was too unqualified just now, and was defeated by a small scene, so after seeing Donovan come in, he thought for a while and caught up with Lestrade their footsteps.

Now there are only three of them left, Lestrade.Donovan and Anderson.

Lestrade looked at the place in front of him that could be used as a dumping ground. What he could see now were five corpses. Looking up from the front, it could be seen that they all had their own fixed postures, but the facial expressions could no longer be distinguished. Probably because it has been abandoned for too long and it is still in the soil, the rate of decay is faster and more serious.

The corpses were all piled up in order, looking very neat and orderly, fully in line with the perfectionism of perfectionists.

Now the excavation of the corpses has not been completed. It can be seen that there should be ten corpses, but I don’t know if there is a third layer of corpses buried deeper below. If there is, then we can only say that the murderer buried it. The place of the corpse is recycled, and the murderer may want to create a cemetery.

"Numbers [-] to [-] on the first floor are preliminarily determined to have died for more than ten months. Their bodies are severely decomposed, and their facial information is blurred. There are three men and two women in the first floor."

Not just male victims, this time they found female victims too, and Lestrade looked at their worn-out gowns from decay and burial, and the women's long gowns with a hat on top of their heads , Lestrade squatted down and looked at the victim closest to him. She was a woman with an inconspicuous facial feature and a Victorian ball gown. She was in a fixed posture as if she was accepting an invitation.

Another doll, which Lestrade was almost sure had been made by one person.

"Compared with the previous victim, these people seem to be more immature in their methods, decaying faster, and a lot of body information has been blurred. The only way to know their identity is to conduct the next autopsy."

Anderson's eyes rolled to the side, it was too heavy taste, he still remembered that when he just dug up the soil on it, there were people with mushrooms growing on them.

"Female...it looks like our murderer wants to throw a dance."

Everyone is wearing gorgeous dresses, and their movements are deliberately put into dancing poses, just like another lady on the first floor who raised her arm, she is like a dancing white swan.

"So these are all failed experiments?"

"for sure."

Anderson glanced at Lestrade, who was squatting there dragging his chin to study. He thought in his heart that this man is worthy of being the leader of the homicide squad. Facing such a scene of abandoned corpses, he didn't even change his expression, which shows how powerful he is.In fact, Lestrade felt extremely uncomfortable seeing such a scene, but his mind is now on the victim, and that sense of responsibility dilutes the impact of the scene.

Looking at the victims in front of him, he could imagine that they were alive and kicking before, but now...

"Is it still not sure how many corpses there are in total?"

"Yes, it seems to be three layers through observation."

Lestrade stood up abruptly and said, "Count out all the victims and dig them out!"

Anderson stood up straight and replied, "Yes."

He ran over and called back all the people just now, and was about to start working again.Donovan's complexion was also very bad. After all, the scene of the crime was terrifying. She whispered, "Boss, can we really catch this crazy person?"

"Whether it is possible or not, the honor of being the detective of the Scotland Yard Homicide Squad is on the line. We must catch him."

Greg Lestrade swears that such a vicious prisoner will catch him no matter how hard he tries, and use all the strength he can use.

It took an hour for them to finally see the whole appearance of this corpse yard. There are a total of twenty abandoned corpses on four floors, beyond their imagination, especially the victims hidden in the depths of the last floor, whose corpses rotted The extent is that even the gender cannot be identified, if it is not for the dress on the body.

Lestrade folded his arms and looked at the twenty corpses lined up in front of him. They were numbered according to the degree of decay. Numbers one to five were victims on the first floor, and numbers five to six were victims. On the second floor, judging from the degree of decay, one is really more horrible than the other, but these twenty victims can really be divided into four groups. Regularly, each layer's victims are discarded at the same time.

"With so many experimental products, what exactly does he want..."

In any case, what we need to do now is a detailed autopsy to see if we can confirm the identity of the deceased and determine the time of death. The most important thing is to see if there are numbers on their clothes.

This vicious case can no longer be concealed from the media. Scotland Yard was asked to hold a press conference to explain what it had learned from this incident. Lestrade was actually unwilling, before he could figure out what kind of person the murderer was. , It is very dangerous to be open and honest.

But this was a decision from above, and even Lestrade could not stop it.

So two days after the discovery of the twenty bodies, the London newspapers were filled with "missing persons, perverted killers, doll cases".

Mycroft, who had just returned to London, looked at the newspaper delivered by Anthea with a subtle expression on his face. No wonder Lestrade told him that there are so many perverts in London, and now it seems that it is really the same thing.

"Boss, your little brother Mr. Holmes has been looking for you."

Mycroft raised his eyebrows. It was really rare for Sherlock to find him, but he didn't know what the trouble was with this brat who didn't call him himself.

"Sherlock? What's the matter?"

"He asked his doctor to tell you that he's done with drugs, so hopefully you can free him."

Mycroft laughed, what kind of word is liberation?

However, these things are not decided by Sherlock himself, and it will not be until his doctor really nods, and of course Mycroft knows why Sherlock wants to "liberate" so much, it must be their righteous Lestrade The detective refused his request to help investigate the case because of drug use, so he focused his attention on his "poor" brother.

"Ansia, have you paid attention to the doll case?"

"No, but I can pay attention now."

An Xiya took out her mobile phone, and it only took one minute for her to get the latest internal information, which was nothing rare for her.

Mycroft nodded and said, "Remember to put a copy of the document on my desk, and... arrange for Sherlock's doctor to come see me first."

"Ok."

Anthea rolled her eyes at the leisurely back of McCoff. A man who holds most of the power of the British government wants to pay attention to the case of a perverted murderer. She dares to bet everyone that this must be related to the investigation. Inspector Lestrade of the case was related, because just now Mycroft's eyes stayed on the photo of the inspector in the newspaper headline for more than ten seconds, but he only read the whole report in only 20 seconds.

But right now it is still important to arrange who McCoff will meet.

Mycroft had an appointment with Sherlock's doctor that afternoon, but Anthea had messed up a bit, and she had brought back a liability.

So the door of Mycroft's office was pushed open, and that burdensome person who should not have appeared here appeared. He showed a smirk, tilted his head and said to the visitor: "Long time no see, my dear little one." Brother, Sherlock."

"Long time no see, Mydearbrother!"

Sherlock aggravated Dearbrother.