This is the real society, right? When you have enough to eat and clothe yourself, there are still many people who are struggling to make ends meet.

The carriage passed through the intersection and walked west for a distance. After arriving at a new block, the buildings on the roadside were obviously much taller. They were no longer random several-story buildings built with wooden boards, but were replaced by brick and stone buildings.

The children begging on the roadside have also disappeared, and Annick can even see pubs and pharmacies.

Arthur parked the carriage in front of a row of apartments. A cordon had been drawn up in front of the door, and two patrolmen holding batons and holsters hanging from their waists were guarding the door.

Annick looked at the door. The brass door said No. 42, Mannheim Street, and asked.

"This is Mannheim Street? Why is it only a few blocks away? The security here is much better."

Arthur pointed to some young men wearing plaid shirts walking on the roadside at the corner of the street and said.

"Because this is the territory of the Plaid Shirt Club, a group of gangs developed as football fan clubs, with powerful financial backers behind them, allowing them to maintain basic law and order."

"Only a certain order can attract higher-end customers? So the apartments here and the Orioles here will be a little more upscale than the ones just now?" Annick immediately understood what he meant and asked.

"Yes, so the people here are small businessmen like Luigi, not workers and sailors."

In a sense, the industry has been upgraded. It can be said that Annick didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and then several people made an appointment to cross the cordon and prepare to enter.

When two patrol officers who were dozing at the door saw such a group of mid-level police officers in black arriving, they quickly stood up, saluted, and explained.

"I'm sorry, Inspector, because we were patrolling all night and were sent here to guard you until your arrival. We are all a little sleepy. Please forgive me."

"It's okay. We'll spend half an hour checking it, and then you can lift the blockade and clean up the scene."

After Annick finished speaking, he patted the shoulders of the two patrolmen, and Arthur took out two cigarettes and handed them over.

Arthur turned his head and looked at Rita's assistant holding the camera and said: "By the way, Miss Reporter, cameras are not allowed to be brought in. You give it to the patrolmen and you will get it back when you go back."

Rita twisted her mouth and looked unhappy.

"Tsk, stingy, why are you thinking of police duties at this time?"

Annick ignored her and walked directly into the room.

At the entrance, a middle-aged bald man was lying on the ground, with a pool of blood around his body. He was fairly well-dressed, with a double-breasted coat and brown leather shoes, and a broken pocket watch beside him.

The clock hand stopped at 3:50, which was close to the time of his death. In addition, this matter is not a mystery, so there is no need for the murderer to lie about it...c

Annick took out his handkerchief and used it to wrap the murder weapon inserted into Luigi's back, a sharp bone-picking knife.

"Hey."

With a strong effort, Annick pulled out the sharp knife that penetrated into the wooden board, and then handed it to Merlin and the others after observing it.

Then he continued to examine the body. In addition to the stab wounds on his back, Annick noticed that there was a dent in his head. It seemed that he was not dead after being hit hard with a blunt object or a heavy object, and then he tried to crawl out again for who knows how long.

He went out and was stabbed by the murderer in the end.

"This knife is so long, almost half the length of my forearm."

Nolbe sighed when he received the knife.

"This is a long knife used to remove beef bones. It looks like it was not prepared by the murderer. Maybe it was taken from the kitchen. It is obvious that hiding such a long knife is too troublesome. The murderer can't just carry a bag and just use it to hide.

this."

Merlin expressed his opinion. When Arthur heard this, he quickly went to the kitchen and took out the knife rack. There were fruit knives, kitchen knives, and bone chopping knives arranged according to size. The bottom one was indeed empty.

Merlin saw this and made a conclusion.

"The murder weapon that killed Luigi was the boning knife of the Oriole family. What was the murder weapon that killed the other three people?"

"A scalpel, similar to mine."

After Annick finished speaking, he took out the blood-devouring weapon. When this extraordinary item was not activated, it lay quietly in his hand, looking thoughtful.

Gray.

"Ah, Mr. Annick, you are not the murderer, are you?"

Arthur took a step back pretending to be surprised, but his performance was too bad, and no one was managing money. Annick ignored this little trick and continued.

"Several of the victims had multiple stab wounds, and they were not killed immediately. This shows that the murderer at least had some knowledge of anatomy. The knife he used should be sharp but not large, and the blade length should not be too long. It seems that only

A fruit knife or a scalpel is more suitable, but the material of the fruit knife is generally not as good as that of a scalpel, and it may become curled when it touches hard bones or the like."

Rita quickly jotted it down and then asked: "So the murderer is a butcher or a doctor or something."

Annick nodded: "I can only say that there is a high probability that anatomy knowledge does not necessarily have to be these. If you have professional guidance or practice it yourself, you will probably have these abilities, such as professional killers."

"Chief Annick, let's go to the scene of Chapman's death. By the way, Miss Rita, the scene is quite bloody. Are you sure you want to go in?"

Arthur seemed to have deliberately emphasized the word bloody in order to tease Rita.

Rita held on and said tremblingly: "What's so scary? They're all dead. What's the difference between them and this bald guy outside?"

Entering the bedroom, Rita only glanced at it and quickly backed out.

This bedroom is not big, with a wooden double bed taking up most of the space, and then there are common furnishings such as a dressing table and a wardrobe.

A naked female corpse was lying on the bed, with a ferocious look on her face, as if she had suffered great harm before her death.

The entire white sheet was covered in dark red blood, all from the female corpse. Her throat, chest, abdomen and vagina were all covered by stab wounds.

"It's so bloody."

Annick suppressed his nausea and examined the body. Starting from the head, he opened the mouth with his hands. As expected, a small handkerchief was stuffed inside, which should have prevented the victim from making any sound.

Next was the throat, with five or six stabs, but none of them were fatal.

The chest and abdomen were severely damaged, and a wound penetrated the body from the chin to the vagina, exposing the abdomen and internal organs.

The internal organs were not removed this time, perhaps because Luigi's arrival interrupted the murderer from further destruction.

Finally, there was the vagina, which showed obvious signs of intercourse, and there were many stab wounds on it, starting from the lower abdomen, with more than a dozen stab wounds.

Annick confirmed after checking.

"The murderer was even more brutal this time. The autopsy was done while the person was still alive. Charman was probably drugged. He then died of excessive bleeding."

Arthur finally asked: "Chief Annick, what do we do now?"
Chapter completed!