Twelve noon.
East London, Whitechapel district.
As carriages drove in, this dark alley became extremely lively.
"Give way and disperse!"
"We will notify you when necessary and publicize the case to all walks of life. Please do not gather here now to hinder the handling of the case."
Outside the isolation line, more than a dozen police officers waved red warning sticks to signal the group of newspaper reporters holding sketchbooks to stay away.
Not far away, in the middle of the alley, an old man wearing tortoise shell glasses was instructing his subordinates on how to conduct an investigation: "Send several groups of plainclothes men to nearby taverns that do dirty business and ask if anyone was missing last night, and he is 5.5" tall. feet or so, wearing a silk bonnet.”
After finishing his words, he paused, stared at the deceased and added: "When he was alive, he liked to wear a slutty black underskirt."
"Copy that, Mr. Vincent."
"Old man, it's going to rain. You can go back to the office and drink coffee first. We will definitely get things done."
Three high-ranking police officers raised their hands and saluted the old man with respectful expressions, because the old man in front of them was the reinventor of Scotland Yard——
Eleven years ago, it was exposed that certain high-ranking individuals colluded with criminals to set up gambling houses. Among them, four supervisors from five police detective departments went to trial.
In order to repair the damaged reputation of the police, Harvard Vincent reorganized Scotland Yard and established the Criminal Investigation Division to handle major cases.
In the end, Scotland Yard regained the trust of London citizens, and as the advocate and executor of the bill, Mr. Vincent was naturally respected.
However, as he grew older, the old man became more and more irritable. Faced with everyone's flattery, he bluntly said: "You bastards, why should you go back to the office? I should have stuffed your heads into the toilet and sobered up." one time."
"When you first reported it, didn't you tell me that the case was complicated and there was no breakthrough? Why did Mr. Lu Li find the clues in only half an hour?"
The old man got more and more angry and felt that he needed to fire some guys.
However, for Lu Li, who was standing in a daze not far away, he didn't care about other people's praise. After all, a passerby who could only stay here for five days didn't need to care about reputation or money.
Apart from solving the case, everything is just a cloud.
Tick tock tick…
Haze shrouded the city all day long, the sky was so gray that no sunlight could be seen, and thick fog brewed all morning, and finally it rained at noon.
"Sir, thank you for this. Otherwise, we at Scotland Yard would have to mess around for a while before we can get on track."
At this time, Vincent, who had finished explaining the business, walked over quickly holding an umbrella.
"You're overly flattering."
Lu Li had no interest in dealing with a strange old man. Even though the relationship between the two of them had always been good in his memory, he still felt uncomfortable.
"Let's have lunch together?"
"Sorry... I don't have much appetite."
In a few words, Lu Li successfully killed a topic.
At this time, Vincent also saw that he was not interested in talking, and said warmly: "Okay, if there is any progress in the case, I will send someone to contact you. It is raining heavily outside, so take this umbrella."
"Also, don't forget to eat something."
"Well, thank you for your trouble..."
Lu Li said something vaguely.
After seeing such a disgusting scene, who is still in the mood to eat? At least he has made up his mind not to eat bloody steak in the next few days.
Not long after, Vincent drove away in a carriage. Judging from the direction, it should be Whitehall Street.
After all, as the chief officer of a department, it is impossible for the old man to focus all his energy on a murder case. If the case had not had such a bad impact, and the district police chief claimed that he was unable to solve the case, he probably would not have even written an invitation letter.
…
Time passed slowly, and the rain continued to fall. Not only did it show no sign of stopping, but it became more intense.
The sludge and blood stains were washed into the sewer, and the unspeakable stench made Lu Li cover his nose.
"Steady!"
"Quick, add another layer."
At this time, Wensley's voice came from the alley.
At this moment, he was organizing people to wrap the female body tightly in oilcloth. It seemed that he planned to take it back to the police station and ask a doctor to help with the autopsy.
"Mr. Detective, where do you plan to go? Let's go to the police station together, or should I send someone to take you back to Baker Street?"
In fact, Wensley had been paying attention to Lu Li, and when he saw him turning his attention, he immediately responded. Unfortunately, this guy's voice was a little loud, and the newspaper reporters outside the cordon heard it.
For a while, there were constant shouts.
"Far Eastern Wizard, come over and have a chat!"
"Sir, I can ask you two questions at most. As long as you can communicate with the editor-in-chief when you get back."
The Wizard of the Far East, the Savior of Scotland Yard, Lord Hawkeye...these extremely secondary titles are all nicknames given to the original person by this group of unscrupulous writers.
Facts have proved that one slap cannot make a difference.
In my memory, I was originally a guy who had a strong desire to perform and was eager to be popular, so every time he helped the police solve a case, he would take the initiative to be interviewed.
However, this had nothing to do with Lu Li now. He glanced at the newspaper reporter waving at him, ignored it, and walked straight towards the police convoy: "Go to the Whitechapel District Police Station. Do you have room for idlers?"
"Of course, the police station was expanded the year before last and there are many rooms."
Wensley stepped forward to greet him, but as he spoke, he secretly gestured to his colleagues guarding the cordon.
The leader understood instantly and led a dozen subordinates to line up. He turned his back to the alley and blocked the sight of the newspaper reporter with his body.
After all, if the detectives are famous, it means that Scotland Yard is incompetent. The reason is simple. If they are really capable, why ask for outside help.
What's more, reporters always like to exaggerate facts and use gimmicks to make money, and they don't care about Scotland Yard's painstaking reputation.
A few minutes later, everything was ready, and the body was wrapped in two layers of tarpaulin and loaded into the last carriage.
At the front of the team, Lu Li shook off the water drops on his umbrella, lowered his head and got into the spacious carriage. He looked at Wensley and asked, "What are your plans next?"
"Send plainclothes police officers to find out the identity of the deceased, and send the body to a trusted doctor for an autopsy to determine the time and cause of death."
Wensley spread his hands. He was also anxious and eager to arrest the murderer as soon as possible.
But what makes people feel helpless is that the next work is very tedious. Although there is no need to give special instructions (the police officers know what to do), they must take the time and wait patiently.
Send it to a doctor for autopsy?
Lu Li was stunned for a moment and asked with surprise, "Is there no forensic officer in Whitechapel District?"
"I originally had one, but unfortunately, I resigned some time ago to open a clinic in Atlantic City."
"Okay, is there a suitable candidate?"
"Professor Duke, I wonder if you have heard of this name. He is currently a professor of medicine at King's College."
As he finished speaking, the figure of a man with a buzz cut appeared in Lu Li's mind.
