King's College, Thames.
Department of Medicine, Anatomy Room No. 2, brightly lit.
"What did you see?"
"Professor Duke, judging from what you told in class, the deceased died approximately between one and one-thirty this morning."
"sure?"
"Well……"
The student in the white coat hesitated for a while, and finally said slowly: "I'm not sure. The corpse spot phenomenon will be affected by the environment, blood loss and other factors. It may be delayed or advanced, or even non-existent."
"Professor, professor, why are you looking at me?" The student did not dare to continue.
Duke saw the uneasiness on his face and instantly thought of himself in high school. Why bother to learn from a scumbag?
However, as of this morning, that scumbag Duke has disappeared, replaced by Mr. Duke, the youngest medical professor in Western history.
Although the whole process was bizarre, as a modern young man who was proficient in various online writing routines, Duke only struggled for a few seconds before he thought of the main god space or the nightmare space...
Two hours ago, a pleading letter from the Whitechapel District Police Department convinced Duke that his main mission was coming!
He quickly took a student and rushed to the anatomy room.
"Bernard, you are very talented. Perhaps, modern forensic science relies on you to save us."
At this moment, Duke's passionate voice echoed in the anatomy room, like a priest doing worship.
Unfortunately, there were only two listeners around.
One dead and one alive, the reactions are different.
The lady lying on the autopsy table remained silent and protested with an unspeakable stench. However, Bernard, who was highly praised by his instructor, was so excited that he could not control himself. If he had not had some sense in his heart, he would have shouted loudly. cried.
"However, you are still far behind now."
This sentence was like a bucket of cold water poured on his head, and Bernard was in a daze, because in his impression, professors were very steady, and there were few people with such bad taste.
"Okay, I won't tease you anymore. Let's start the autopsy right away. Put on the mask quickly. God knows how many germs the deceased had."
After speaking, Duke calmed down his emotions and took out the gloves, puncture needle, hemostatic forceps, scalpel, pointed scissors, rectal thermometer, bone saw...
Bernard had never seen such complete equipment, some of which he couldn't even name.
"Professor, can we start?"
"Well, open them all."
The showdown between modern forensic science and the murderer is about to begin.
However, the next second, the sound of vomiting came from Anatomy Room No. 2.
"Bernard, if you can't bear it, go out first and remember to close the door... ugh!"
"It's okay...just spit it out and it'll be fine."
A few minutes later, the two of them put on new masks. Duke, who had inherited the forensic memory, gradually became more solemn, no longer as fussy as before.
Speaking for the deceased is a task and a responsibility.
"Bernard, sometimes there is a certain error in judging the time of death based on the extent of the body stains."
"Besides, this lady lost too much blood, so this method will not be effective."
Duke, who was wearing two layers of gloves, said while gently pressing the corpse spots with his fingers, and found that it was only slightly faded, and added: "So, the rectal temperature of the deceased also needs to be measured."
"This task is entrusted to you. You must believe in yourself."
"ah?"
Without waiting for the student to speak, Duke directly handed over the thermometer and gave him an approving look.
…
Not long after, Bernard looked at Duke with resentful eyes: "Sir, the calculation results are out. If the formula you provided is correct, the deceased should have been killed at 11:30 last night."
"I know, you go wash your hands first and write down all this, and then go find a pot, preferably a bigger one."
"By the way, we also want coal."
After entering the state, Duke didn't even raise his head and gave an order casually.
"What are you going to do?"
Bernard looked puzzled.
Hearing this, Duke put down the measuring ruler, picked up a bone saw, and said calmly: "The age of the deceased can be determined by the shape of the pubic symphysis. Therefore, I need to take out the pelvis and boil away some of the obstructive soft tissue. .”
"Professor, are you Satan?"
In Bernard's eyes, his mentor had become a hateful person. He quickly refused and stepped forward to take away the bone saw.
"If anyone else knows about this, I'm afraid both of us will go to jail!"
Wiping away the blood splashed on his collar, Duke stood up and persuaded: "You have read that letter, so you should know the whole story. The murderer is still at large. Perhaps, there will be another dead soul tonight. This In this case, instead of relying on private detectives, it is better to trust science."
"In fact, nothing can soothe the souls of the dead more than catching the murderer. Besides, the letter said that I would have full authority to handle the body."
"Well, I hope your theory works."
Two hours later, students passing by the building noticed smoke coming out of the windows of the anatomy room.
The night is already deep.
Whitechapel District, Police Station.
Lu Li stood in the stone foyer, holding a coffee cup in his hand, thinking about how to identify the murderer. The police officers passing by avoided him for fear of disturbing him.
A wandering man and a generous man, how could the two intersect?
According to normal logic, there must be some connection between the murderer and the victim.
However, people with antisocial personalities, such as Jack the Ripper, were excluded. However, Lu Li, a normal person, could not assume the role of a madman no matter what.
"Mr. Detective, the identity of the deceased has been identified. Martha Tabryn, 41 years old."
At this moment, Officer Wensley walked over quickly carrying a document. He seemed to be in a good mood, at least he wasn't stern anymore.
"All the information found by the plainclothes police officers is recorded on it. You can take a look."
While taking the document, Lu Li said in a deep voice, "Have you found out which guests she has received recently?"
"Well, there are currently two suspects, and plainclothes officers have already gone to invite them over."
In the foyer, it was silent again, except for the sound of turning pages of documents.
It wasn't until ten minutes later that a homeless man rushed in from the rain and shouted incoherently:
"Another person died!"
"Letter! Letter to you!"
No one would have thought that a madman would rush into the police station. By the time Wensley reacted, he had already run away. The whole process definitely took less than thirty seconds.
For a moment, everyone looked at each other.
Not far away, two police officers on guard wearing black tarpaulins were stunned for a moment and then chased after them.
Looking at the letter with the skull postmark on the ground, an ominous premonition enveloped everyone's hearts.
[To the famous detective Mr. Lu Li:
Tong said that with your help, Scotland Yard's investigation is on track.
This is really ridiculous!
I hate wandering warblers the most in my life. I will insist on punishing their behavior. By the way, the woman who died this time did not even have a chance to cry out. And next time, I will cut some souvenirs for you!
Tomorrow night, my knife will cause trouble again, so let it enjoy it!
Try to catch me, huh, haha!
Final signature: Jack the Ripper, From Hell]
