In the foggy city of the 19th century, traffic was very busy.

The carriages shuttled left and right, occasionally giving way to pedestrians, including many homeless people. They didn't even have boots, so they stepped barefoot into the mud mixed with livestock excrement.

Seeing this, Lu Li couldn't help but lower his head and looked at the appropriately sized boots under his feet. He finally had a deep impression of this era in his mind.

But his actions, in Wensley's eyes, turned into frustration as he pondered hard and had no clue.

"Mr. Detective, what are you thinking about?"

"It's just some trivial matters and has nothing to do with the case." Lu Li shook his head and prepared to talk to the police about other things.

As a result, he suddenly thought of something important and changed the topic: "By the way, may I take the liberty to ask, who have you invited in total to participate in the investigation of the Whitechapel murder case?"

"ah?"

Wensley's face was full of surprise, and there was confusion in his tone: "There is only one famous detective like you in London. If you can't solve this murder case, it is useless to invite others."

Seeing that the police officer next to him spoke highly of him, Lu Li had a vague feeling that something was not right.

It stands to reason that since it is an exam, the principle of fairness should be taken as the principle. As a detective, I participate in the investigation of the Jack the Ripper case. So, where are the other thirty-nine competitors?

In what capacity will they appear?

After thinking for a while, Lu Li decided to give up. After all, it was useless to think too much about something that was beyond the scope of his understanding. Solving the case was the key.

So, he suggested: "Can you go to the murder scene in Whitechapel District first? I want to see the deceased."

Wensley was stunned for a moment, not knowing how to answer, because the order from his superiors was to invite Mr. Lu Li to Whitehall Street to discuss matters related to the appointment of a special adviser.

Now, this famous detective suddenly wants to go to the scene of the murder, which is a bit unruly.

After a long time, seeing that this guy still didn't respond, Lu Li urged: "Whitehall Street is not close to Baker Street. After we finish dealing with those boring trivial matters and then go to Whitechapel District, it may be harder to find any clues from the corpses."

Already."

In fact, since a strange memory appeared in his mind, he is no longer the layman he was before: in this era without refrigerated warehouses, as time goes by, the body will decay quickly and its value will become more and more

The lower.

After weighing it for a while, out of a sense of justice in his heart, Wensley nodded instinctively and said in a deep voice: "As you wish."

"Coachman, there is no need to go to Whitehall Street. Take us directly to Whitechapel District. Hurry up."

After hearing the police officer's words, the middle-aged driver suddenly became energetic: "I know, I promise, we will arrive within an hour."

Whitechapel is in East London, while Baker Street is in West London. They are far apart, which means you can make more money.

At this thought, the coachman felt uneasy and reminded him: "Gentlemen, according to the new regulations of the union, the fee is 1 shilling for the following two miles, and 6 pence for each mile thereafter. Do you have any objection?"

"No, hurry up and catch the bus."

Lu Li didn't care. For now, he was not short of money at all. Moreover, all the expenses incurred in investigating the case were paid by Scotland Yard, so there was no need to worry about financial pressure.

About an hour later, the silence was broken again because the destination had arrived.

The two of them jumped out of the car holding on to the handle. Wensley took out a silver coin from his purse and handed it to the driver, indicating that he didn't need to change.

Lu Li frowned slightly. The depressed scene in front of him formed a sharp contrast with the bustle of Baker Street.

I saw old houses lined up on both sides of the street, and fights were happening all the time on the street corners. Several homeless people were fighting over scrap newspapers.

After all, that thing can help them survive cold and humid nights one after another.

After a few quick glances, Lu Li looked away, tilted his head and said, "Officer Wensley, take me to the murder scene."

"Um."

"In recent years, as the number of refugees has increased, the security problems in Whitechapel District have become increasingly severe, spawning too many violent incidents. This is also the reason why murder cases are difficult to detect."

After arriving at the precinct, Wensley became no longer silent and took the initiative to stir up the conversation.

"There are too many suspects. Every homeless person may have committed a crime, right?"

"That's right."

"In this case, the most important thing now is to find out who the deceased is and narrow down the scope of the investigation through her interpersonal relationships during her lifetime."

At this moment, Lu Li, who was gradually entering the state, expressed his inner thoughts, but Wensley still maintained a pessimistic attitude and sighed: "But, that lady has been disfigured and her body is mutilated..."

"Seeing is believing. It's better to wait until I finish examining the body before making a conclusion."

While they were talking, the two of them had passed through several streets and arrived at a dirty and desolate alley, where several uniformed police officers were surrounding, waving short sticks to drive away passers-by.

Wensley calmed his expression, pointed to the dark and narrow alley in front of him and said: "The body is inside. After we sealed the scene, no one has touched it again."

At this moment, just one step away from the place where the body was buried, Lu Li felt like he was giving up.

Organs, blood, flies...

It makes me sick just thinking about it.

However, at this point, he had no choice but to move forward pretending to be calm, while Wensley followed closely behind, waving at the same time to several colleagues to follow.

As soon as he stepped into the alley, the fishy smell hit his face. Lu Li suppressed his fear and continued walking deeper.

Through the fog, everyone could vaguely see the bodies lying on the ground. Even veteran police officers who were used to seeing life and death in their careers would instinctively feel sad after witnessing the tragic scene before them.

Eye gouging, broken teeth, throat slitting, abdominal cavity rupture, everything was just as described in the letter.

But unexpectedly, the moment he saw the body clearly, Lu Li felt that his fear was not as deep as he imagined.

That strange memory told him: these were just small scenes. Staying calm and trying your best to let the deceased speak is what a good detective should do.

A very realistic game... If not, just think of it as filming...

After reciting silently in his mind for dozens of seconds, Lu Li adjusted his condition, took out a magnifying glass and a tape measure from his coat pocket, and said, "Officer, please use a tape measure to measure the height of the deceased."

Hearing this, Wensley clenched his fists, forced himself not to vomit, and then walked over.

"The deceased was 5.5 feet tall and female."

"Well, please record it down."
Chapter completed!