"How many cases of this serial murder have occurred so far?" Bai Lang asked the temporary assistant beside him while walking on the road to Whitechapel.
"Three days ago was the fourth incident. The murderer sent visceral fragments to the City Hall as a provocation, which was reported by various London tabloids. In order to increase sales, they deliberately exaggerated and created an atmosphere of terror, causing panic in the city." London
Xiaopian policeman replied.
With no experience in criminal investigation, he had no idea how to conduct an investigation. So he bit the bullet and relied on his "Conan skills" that he had read 900 episodes to ask questions.
One moment, he inquired about the identity and background of the victim, and the next, he inquired about the patrol route of the vigil team... He deliberately acted very professional.
However, Bai Lang was really overly worried. In the 19th century, Britain had not yet summarized the "modern criminal investigation methods", let alone technical support; the "fingerprint concept" would not appear until 20 years later.
Those famous detectives were just blindly investigating based on some poor experience. They started from the motive of the crime, deduced the murderer's intention, and then conducted house-to-house searches and visits. Most of them relied on informants from different backgrounds, which was quite inefficient.
In comparison, every story fabricated in Conan, in this era, is an extremely brain-burning super murder case with no solution. A random murder victim threw the murder weapon into the river and turned around to eat tofu next door to the police station.
In this age of brains, who would put all their effort into researching 'Secret Room Murder'?
Therefore, Brother Lang's level of watching cartoons is already at the top of the food chain in this era, and he makes the inexperienced young man next to him stunned and looking at him with admiration.
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The two chatted awkwardly all the way until they arrived at the crime scene. There were three crime scenes near Whitechapel, and the other one happened by the river.
Bailang followed the chronological order and first came to the place closest to the time. The traces of the previous murders had been cleaned up long ago, and a faint trace of blood could be seen. Even if there were any clues here, they would have been destroyed by the bustling crowd.
He insisted on coming here, partly because he wanted to feel the atmosphere of the ‘Ripper Crime Site’, which was a tourist attraction that only existed in books, so he took out his smartphone, which always accompanied him through time, and took a selfie with ‘Ka Ka Ka’.
(For this mission, he carried the ‘Nuclear Power Bank, Data Cable’ and ‘Bulletproof Force Field Protective Case’ produced by the park.)
Then, by observing the surrounding environment, he tried to put himself into the situation, imagining that it was a dark and windy night... to figure out the criminal psychology of the prisoner.
Finally, here is the real purpose of this trip:
In the air that the young police officer couldn't see, a large amount of black smoke surged out of Bai Lang's body. Now, he has become proficient in controlling his 'IBM particles'.
Behind Bai Lang, a large group of black mist began to condense, forming a black spiral bandage structure that looked like 'roasted gluten'. There were more and more black bandages, and the winding became tighter and tighter, finally outlining a human figure with a head covered with spikes.
His 'black thorn'.
The police officers and passers-by around me all turned a blind eye to this scene.
Like the 'double', the 'black ghost' is invisible to ordinary people; only demi-humans can see it. Last time he challenged the 'orc undead' fairly and fairly, the opponent was an undead and used his soul to sense the outside world, so he could find IBM
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Bai Lang lowered his head, pretending to be investigating the research site, but in fact he secretly controlled his IBM and issued an order. The 'Black Thorn' body trembled slightly, bent over, and the blue bar accelerated to burn, directly transforming into a 'werewolf' form.
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"Go, smell the blood and track the murderer's whereabouts!"
Brother Lang communicated with his IBM and issued requirements that were difficult for others. This was using the 'ghost' as a dog.
Fortunately, the 'Black Thorn' has no IQ, no self-esteem, and will not feel humiliated or angry because of this. Otherwise, Bailang could be beaten to death on the spot. It just stood still, unable to understand, and refused to perform this task.
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He has tested that IBM currently exhibits a certain degree of 'machine intelligence'. Within the scope of its capabilities, it can freely execute vague instructions as long as it issues them. However, it will completely ignore the functions it does not have, like an idiot.
To give a simple example, Bailang controls the black thorns to launch a 'crazy howl'. He can roar out flowers and is very smart. But Bailang lets him eat, buy groceries, and sleep, but it cannot understand and even ignores him and becomes dazed.
Seeing that the 'Black Thorn' was motionless, Brother Lang was a little dissatisfied and chose to control it himself. Since it has a werewolf form, isn't it just a big dog? Big dogs have a great sense of smell... Huh? Why don't you have a sense of smell?
Bailang, who had controlled the black thorns, lay on the ground in a werewolf posture and sniffed around, but couldn't get any answers. Now he was in trouble! There was a huge mix of people in London. With or without surveillance cameras, how could he find the traces of the criminals?
"Mr. Outland, Mr. Outland!" the little police officer woke up Bailang who was in a daze.
After dispersing the black thorns, Bai Lang stood up and said, "This scene has been observed. Can you take me to other places? I want to find out the murderer's pattern of committing crimes. Since he actively provokes the official, he must be unafraid and a murderer.
A proud guy. When such a person commits a crime, it is not just murder. He often deliberately pursues something to realize himself... So as long as you are careful, there must be a pattern to follow!"
Bailang continued to fool the little fool, vividly telling the story of "The Seven Deadly Sins", which made the little policeman look like "I'm eating lotus root".
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After visiting all the crime locations in a row, Bailang didn't gain anything. Conan is not omnipotent in the 900th episode of Secret Channel. He is more suitable for manual labor than brain-burning.
If you still retain the title of 'Novice Demon Hunter', you can activate the 'Tracking' ability by paying 'Embers'. Now, you can only try your luck.
"Mr. Outland, have you discovered anything?" the young police officer asked expectantly.
"No, I can't say that I haven't found anything, but this kind of thing cannot be determined hastily and must be rigorously demonstrated. Can you help me find a nearby map?" Brother Lang tried his best to maintain an enigmatic persona.
The simple little police officer, who had been fooled by his various "conan stories", was convinced of this and nodded and said that he would go to the police station to find a map.
Bailang continued to worry...
However, what he didn't know was that in a manor not far from London, two young people who were destined to fall in love and kill each other rushed to London one after another, and finally opened the chapter of their story.
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For three days in a row, Bai Lang, who had no clue about "Jack the Ripper", gradually adapted to the harsh environment in London.
Although there was no progress in the investigation, it did not affect his mood. He did not forget to exercise his abilities every day and felt happy. On this day, he was almost finished with the medicine he used to temper his body.
"Mr. Outlander, where are you going today?" The young police officer Grayson came to the door on his own initiative, with a confused expression on his face, looking forward to Brother Lang continuing to tell him the story of 'Conan' today.
Regarding the 'Ripper Serial Murder Case', he actually didn't care because there was too little information about the case and it was a completely random killing. It was difficult to find useful information. Even Brother Lang, who had already convinced him, was at a loss what to do.
But even so, it still does not affect Bailang's status in his heart. The story of 'Death Schoolboy' is so interesting. The man in front of him is definitely a hidden boss. Even if he retires as a private detective, he can change his career as a novelist and serve as a certain family.
Editor-in-chief of a newspaper! An annual salary of 100,000 pounds is not a dream.
"Ahem, is there any news about the 'Clock Tower' I asked you to inquire about?" Bai Lang still did not forget his daughter's dream.
"I have carefully investigated and inquired around the 'British Museum', and no one has heard of this association." My brother shook his head.
"Then did you leak the news intentionally, so that no one would follow you?"
"No!"
"Hey... the Holy Church and the Burial Authority are official organizations that will not be hidden." Bailang was still unwilling to give in.
"There is only Protestantism in the UK, and I have never heard of a 'Cathedral Church'."
"Forget it. Today I want to go to London's most filthy, chaotic, sinful place where filth and evil are hidden. Where can I possibly find something?" Bailang said. He planned to go to London's 'Hell's Kitchen'. Can he find Jin Binyi?
Such local snakes, or looking for those possessors of 'evil supernatural powers'.
"Sir, which places are very dangerous?" Graham was a little nervous. Who in his right mind would want to go to that kind of place?
"Don't worry, I'm super good at fighting!" Brother Lang rolled up his sleeves, revealing his angular muscles. Coupled with his 191-inch body shape that he developed again after practicing "Horizontal Training", it was quite convincing.
The aggression turned into a sense of security, and the young police officer nodded and agreed: "Okay, I know a slum, where the scum of London gathers."