In the living room, three well-dressed men were sitting.
They chatted and drank coffee.
"'A Study in Scarlet' is undoubtedly a very good mystery novel, and the narrative technique is perfect."
"Mr. Lu Li, have you really seen it?"
Conan Doyle felt a little surprised, even flattered.
"Of course, the structure of the first and second chapters of this book is very novel. The perspective constantly switches between Watson, friends, and Holmes. It really does it, allowing the multi-dimensional character of the character to be presented to the reader."
It's okay that Lu Li didn't mention it. When he mentioned it, Mr. Conan Doyle blushed instantly. He hurriedly swallowed the snack brought to his mouth and said frankly: "Hahaha, when I first tried this writing method, I was worried that I would receive some Readers’ sharp criticisms, but unfortunately the results were worse than expected, and almost no one cared about them..."
At first, in order to write this short story, he spent a full three weeks polishing and deleting it.
As a result, the manuscript was repeatedly rejected, and it was difficult to find a buyer willing to publish it in the annual magazine. Therefore, I gave myself the minimum remuneration of 25 pounds.
It can be called black history.
Fortunately, my small clinic still has some business, and it has not been reduced to sleeping on the street.
At this time, Duke, who was sitting on the other side of the sofa and could not speak, calmed down and said in a deep voice: "You will definitely succeed. I firmly believe this."
Although he has not read Sherlock Holmes, he is well aware of the greatness of this name.
A hundred years later, the Royal Society of Chemistry awarded him the title of Honorary Fellow, and the royal family decided to grant him a knighthood.
At the same time, he is also one of the most frequently screened literary figures in the world, second only to the vampire Dracula in the number of appearances.
And this legendary figure was created by the gentleman in front of him.
If he wasn't worried about being too abrupt, Duke would have shamelessly asked for an autograph.
At this moment, Conan Doyle felt that Lu Li and Duke sitting next to him were his close friends in life, and his smile became more sincere: "You two are so complimentary, I am just an amateur novelist."
Next, the three men began to trade business with each other, and even made an appointment to go hunting in the countryside together after catching Jack the Ripper.
The premise is that there is time.
Moreover, even when talking to the idol of countless detective fans, Lu Li did not forget his mission. He told Conan Doyle the scene conditions of the corpse place and the autopsy report, combined with his personal opinions, hoping to get some pertinent suggestions.
"It's very exciting. In fact, if it were me, it would be difficult to do this."
"However, you left out a few details, of course, just as supplements to support your reasoning."
When it came to business, Conan Doyle subconsciously took out his pipe and held it in his mouth. Then he rubbed the sliced grass a few times and stuffed it into the bowl.
Thump, thump...
The match struck a few times on the special paper, white smoke rose, and a series of tedious operations followed.
You can tell at a glance that this is a long-time smoker. The whole process seems to have been rehearsed countless times, methodical and highly enjoyable to watch.
Lu Li once suspected that he was a fake detective who couldn't even smoke a pipe.
At the same time, Conan Doyle began his own reasoning: "First point, as far as I know, the left hands of both victims were placed directly on their chests by the murderer."
"I therefore come to the same conclusion as you, that the murderer had contempt for the deceased."
Lu Li did not interrupt and listened silently to Conan Doyle's analysis of the case.
"Putting your left hand squarely in front of your chest is a military salute that has only become popular in recent years. It represents the highest respect, absolute obedience and loyalty to your superiors. By doing this, Jack the Ripper undoubtedly regarded himself as a superior person. The victim is asked to regard himself as a god."
After saying that, he used a pressing stick to gently press down the floating ashes, lit another match, slowly circled the bowl, and took a big puff at the same time.
Seeing this, sitting next to the two big guys, Duke felt that he was a little redundant. In order to show his presence, he couldn't help but ask: "So, do you have any other discoveries?"
While he was pumping vigorously, he was suddenly interrupted, which made Conan Doyle feel a little uncomfortable: "Hey, why don't you two do a little more?"
"..."
Lu Li spread his hands and was speechless for a while. He suspected that the tobacco was mixed with some prohibited substances, or that this gentleman was really addicted to smoking.
"Okay, let me continue with my humble opinion."
Conan Doyle hesitated for a moment and finally made up his mind to put down his pipe.
"As you have analyzed before, the main purpose of the excessive behavior the murderer inflicted on the victim's body after killing him was to vent his anger."
"Therefore, after accepting Mr. George Lasker's invitation, I made a special trip to the Whitechapel District Police Station, hoping to find something from the body. However, a police officer said that the body was temporarily stored at King's College, Du... Professor Ke’s place.”
After finishing speaking, he moved his gaze to Duke beside him. After all, they are both doctors, so they should have many topics in common——
Age determination based on pubic symphysis
Rectal temperature measurement to determine time of death
Childbirth scars to determine whether you are pregnant
These theories are very novel. If they are true, they will definitely be regarded as a major breakthrough in the history of criminal investigation.
Unfortunately, I don’t have time to talk about this now, but there will always be opportunities.
Conan Doyle thought this, and then continued: "Before this, I guessed that the murderer committed the crime out of some kind of impulse, but I didn't expect that he did it out of disgust for the drowning of children by the wandering warbler."
"Finally, I think the murderer is not necessarily a doctor, but maybe a painter."
painter?
Lu Li was proud that he had some resonance with Mr. Conan Doyle, but unexpectedly, this gentleman came up with another conjecture.
"You said that the victim was killed with one blow, and the wounds after death looked messy, but in fact there were traces. This shows that Jack the Ripper knew the structure of the human body very well." Conan Doyle saw that he had doubts, so he took the initiative to explain: "For a painter, it is essential to be familiar with the structure of the human body."
Artist = madman
If you are not crazy and behave exactly like a normal person, you are not a good artist.
Well, Lu Li admitted that he didn't know much about this profession and even had preconceptions about it, but this just showed that the painter was indeed suspected of committing a crime.
"Of course, this is just a personal guess. The murderer may also be a barber, and they also know some surgical knowledge. Therefore, no one dares to make a guarantee until the truth is revealed."
As the saying goes, be mature and prudent.
In fact, Conan Doyle did have a set of defensible insights.
"Bah bang bang!"
"I don't know if there is any other detective who can analyze the case so thoroughly and accurately..."
Applause came from the foyer.
Duke, who had been in a daze the whole time, was awakened. He raised his head dissatisfied, thinking: Why is someone eavesdropping again?
