Detective Bennet [Comprehensive novel]

Balk shook his head regretfully at Lestrade, "Sorry Inspector, you guessed wrong, and the correct answer belongs to Mr. Bennet. Sure enough, Fat Neil's nickname has never been wrong, and someone can see through the soul."

Carefully opened the evidence drawer and took out a bloodstained woolen square. "That's it. It was sent along with the third victim, Biska. At that time, the scarf was entangled with the clothes. To tell you the truth, I didn't think that it didn't belong to the victim."

The wool square scarf looked worn, had holes in several places, and the knitting pattern was a bit complicated.

Lestrade recalled earnestly, "When I went to the scene, this scarf was in Biska's hand. It was stained with blood, and it was a lady's scarf. Isn't it Biska's?"

Balker asked, "Isn't it true that Biska is British?"

"Yes." Lestrade affirmed. "Of the five people killed, two were British and three were immigrants from Eastern Europe. What's the matter?"

"At that time, I also asked EE the same question. EE pointed out that this scarf came from Poland, which was a local pattern 20 years ago. Now, not only in London, but also in other places in continental Europe, it is rare."

Balk asked Lestrade to think about it, "We haven't seen this pattern in the market, have we? The key is the evidence on the scarf."

Balk took out another small plastic Ziploc bag, "These are the hairs that EE took from the scarf after carefully inspecting it.

A total of seven hairs, brown, about 3.34 inches, which is the length of the middle finger.The murdered Biska had dark brown hair with a length of 12.1 inches. Note that there was not a single long hair on the scarf. "

Kelsey feels pity.If it is in the era of advanced trace detection equipment, by detecting the DNA of scarf hair and blood stains, we can determine who they belong to and speed up the identification of criminal suspects.

On the side, Lestrade was full of disbelief, never thinking of this possibility.

"You said that the hair on it is all men's? That is to say, the women's wool square was carried by the murderer and left at the crime scene."

Balk nodded, "As long as you verify with Biska's co-tenant that the scarf does not belong to her, then there is a great possibility that it was carried by the murderer.

In fact, we all know an old scarf made in Poland, which is also a female style, but it was not worn by the British victim, but it happened to appear at the scene of the crime.The likelihood that it belonged to the victim is low. "

Lestrade didn't understand. "Combined with the known analysis, it can be known that the murderer's female elders engaged in sex work, which deeply affected the murderer. A month ago, he began to revenge the murder, and a week ago, he left a scarf after committing the crime .Why did he do this?"

Balker spread his hands, "I don't know, but the first threatening letter was sent to the police station after Biska was killed, there is always a connection.

EE suggested, look up immigrants from Poland.Focus on brown hair first, even though it's not a particular hair color.Second, investigate people with similar facial features to Biska, most likely with the same eye color, although brown is also a common eye color. "

At the time, Balk felt that EE's proposal was still too broad, but now combined with Kelsey's profile, he no longer thinks so.

"Detective, let's laugh. If you combine the inferences of S and EE, the scope of the murderer is already very small."

Ignoring the strange nickname and adding another, Kelsey opened the third victim's freezer and took a closer look at Biska's body.

There must be a reason why the murderer chose to leave the scarf with Biska instead of the other victims. "Looks are a possibility, and it's also possible that he had some sort of provocation a week ago that prompted him to send a threatening letter after leaving the scarf."

"Stimulated?" Lestrade became more puzzled. "This is too broad, and there are many possibilities. Is this the most likely to lead to any new clues?"

"Accomplice."

"Accomplice."

Kelsey and Balk said in unison.

Balk shrugged at Kelsey, "Oh! That's not my opinion, it's EE's. Congratulations to him? Can someone agree with him."

**

April [-]rd, at [-]:[-] a.m., news agency dispatch booth.

The editorial assistant Mike opened the mailbox sleepily, and the sticky fingertips woke him up instantly.

"Editor-in-Chief, it's bad!" Mike hurried into the news department with the package in his arms, "Another letter came from someone claiming to be Jason the Ripper. This time it's a package. My God, it has blood! I don't know what's inside. "

The editor-in-chief of the news department trembled holding the coffee cup, "Why panic! You'll know when you take it apart. You take it apart."

"Me?" Mike held the paper knife reluctantly and opened the package with a few strokes. The contents inside made him retch on the spot.

— a letter and a bloody entrails.

"News from our newspaper, Jason the Ripper's killing escalated! 』

"Big news, Jason the Ripper openly sent the victim's kidney to protest! 』

"When did Scotland Yard catch the murderer?"The serial killings of Jason the Ripper are detailed below.Attached, the letter and the photo of the excavated kidney (Warning: Bloody! Read carefully!)』

On April [-]rd, dusk came.

The news of the demonstration that Jack the Ripper had dug out his kidney was spread throughout London through newspapers large and small, occupying the headlines of the evening news.

The streets of Whitechapel are filthy.Lestrade is leading the police, stepping up the investigation of the murderer.

The day before yesterday, in the anatomy room of Cambridge University, he made more than ten pages of records.From analyzing the characteristics of the murderer to how to narrow down the scope and lock the suspect.

Finally, based on two points, Kelsey pointed out the possibility of the existence of accomplices.

First of all, we must ask where did the murderer's clothes go when he committed the crime?Those clothes were heavily stained with blood, and they would definitely attract attention when they appeared.

In the 19th century, laundry was a hassle.Except for wealthy families with their own domestic helpers, as long as Londoners have a little spare money, they are used to leaving their clothes to the laundry room.Big or small, there are thousands of laundries to choose from across London, and few will save money on it.

Lestrade knew this well, having had his clothes stained with blood at a crime scene.

There was no running water in the residence at that time, and it took more than an hour to go through the steps of soaking, soaping, scrubbing, and drying from going out to fetch water to thoroughly washing the clothes.It does not include ironing after the clothes are dry.

At present, no suspicious bloody clothes have been found in the Whitechapel area and its surrounding areas.There are no running water pipes installed in the slums, and it is almost impossible to wash blood clothes in a shared house without being noticed by others.

If Jason was hiding the bloody clothes, his room would definitely smell of blood, which would arouse the suspicion of his co-tenants.

If he chose to burn his clothes, he would have burned a week's rent if he burned a set, indicating that his financial situation was higher than the average for Whitechapel.Similarly, choosing to live alone also indicates a higher economic level.

If the above possibilities are ruled out, the existence of an accomplice must be suspected.

Kelsey speculates that he was stimulated by some kind of stimulus based on the abnormality of the Ripper's third crime.It may be the stimulus brought by the victim, Biska, or it may be brought by the murderer's close contacts.

If it is the latter, it is still uncertain whether the close contact instigated the crime, but it is certain that he will not report it.

Today, Lestrade started from several directions of profiling, and divided his subordinates into three teams to investigate separately.Just as he was about to hand over the evening shift, he was summoned back to the headquarters.

'Snapped-'

The Chief Inspector slammed a stack of newspapers on the table and cast a stern glance around the summoned inspectors. "Ten days! It's been ten days since the first threatening letter appeared! Have you found anything?"

The office of the special criminal department was completely silent, and no one dared to tease the tiger's whiskers.

"No! You haven't! Letters claiming to be the Ripper have been arriving at Scotland Yard every day since last Tuesday.

You all know that it was not sent to Scotland Yard immediately, the 'Jasons' first sent a letter to the newspaper office, and the newspaper office forwarded it to the traffic police station.Now everyone is calling Scotland Yard incompetent. "

The chief inspector became more and more angry, "The only way to shut up the newspaper is to hand over the murderer. Not only did you fail to do so, you also made a worse situation happen.

In the morning, a kidney was sent to the news agency. In the afternoon, all the newspapers smelled blood and worked overtime to print the headlines.All London thought that the Ripper was getting more and more crazy, people were panicking, and they were afraid of becoming the next corpse. "

"Cough." Lestrade coughed lightly accidentally.

He promises it wasn't on purpose.It's just that the newspaper has published a lot of Jason's letters in the past ten days. After checking them one by one, Kelsey pointed out that they are probably forged from multiple angles.

Even, it is still not certain that the first threatening letter must be written by Jason himself.

Hearing the sound, the Chief Inspector's eyes turned cold and fell on Lestrade's face. "You have something to say?"

"No, sir, I have no doubts."

Lestrade was used to not contradicting his superiors, but he still whispered, "Today's report is probably false. We all know that there are so many Jasons with different handwritings, it is impossible to be the real murderer."

"That's true. There are more than 100 of the so-called Jason's threatening letters. As long as the newspapers now add "The Ripper" as the headline, they can sell super high sales. "

Another detective, Gregson, answered, "Seeing that just publishing a threatening letter is not enough to scare people, today the newspaper learned to include photos of internal organs. This is either a way for the newspaper to make money, or a group of people who are afraid of chaos are making news."

"Do you need to thank me for letting me know? Hehe, the two of you are usually not very friendly, but now you have the same topic."

The Chief Inspector slapped the table heavily again, "Everyone understands the important point! Today is Wednesday, and there are two days left before Saturday, and it's time for Jason to commit crimes on the weekend. I don't want to see a new corpse!"

The Chief Superintendent smiled coldly, "I know there is no way to dismiss you all. However, if there is still no real progress within two days, I guarantee that all of you will be greatly reduced in salary. Dismiss the meeting!"

With money in hand, can you do whatever you want?

After returning home, Lestrade couldn't help but vomit bitterness to his current roommate, "Mr. Bennet, do you think it's great to be rich? You don't believe those scary reports, do you?"

Kelsey put down the newspaper, "First, although I don't think money can do whatever it wants, your superiors are obviously biased, and it's useless for you to escape. Or, you can replace them, please work hard.

Second, although the news reports are mixed, it is the first time that human internal organs have been sent to the newspaper, so it is necessary to face it squarely. "

In the living room, there is a kerosene lamp, the light is slightly orange.

Kelsey sat upright, leaner and taller, with a cold expression.After putting on the newly purchased dark-pattern vest, shirt, and trousers, she felt a little out of place in the simply furnished room.

Lestrade was speechless for a while, he shouldn't have complained, and almost forgot that this man might be a class higher than the Chief Inspector. "Okay, did you face up to the result?"

"Currently, seven eighteen in the evening."

Kelsey glanced at his pocket watch.Waiting for the autopsy results of the other two yesterday, the two returned to London at night.This morning, she used some of her winnings to purchase some household items.At home alone in the afternoon, calm down and sort out everything the original owner has known for more than ten years.

Now is the time to get outside. "The carriage has been arranged, and we will leave for Whitechapel at eight o'clock. Remember, give me a revolver before going out."

"What?" Lestrade took a deep breath, "When did I agree? Don't forget, I spent the entire day outside investigating."

"If I remember correctly, you said that Scotland Yard's shift was over at 04:30 in the afternoon, and you have been indoors for a while."

Kelsey raised his jaw slightly, motioning for Lestrade to go back to his room.

"Hurry up, you can rest your feet again. Don't complain, I'm not squeezing you. I don't want to have new victims, we only have two days. Of course, you have the right to refuse, I am not your officer."

Lestrade was silent for a whole minute, but finally he couldn't speak, he held his breath, turned around and walked to the bedroom without saying a word.

"Don't forget to take the hot cocoa and cakes on the table." Kelsey remained calm, "Eat something sweet and you'll feel better."

Lestrade paused, not thinking that the food on the table was bought for him, which was more than three times more expensive than the fish and chips he invited.

Looking at Kelsey again, the man was already carefully flipping through the newspaper again, not intending to say much, as if the comfort from the previous moment did not exist at all.

What kind of devil is this?