The story told by Lu Li solidified the atmosphere.
The female model who had been defending Sickert was stunned on the spot. As a streetwalker, she knew very well what had happened in Whitechapel recently. There was only one possibility for such an instigation -
The hunt for the Ripper from Hell, Jack.
Mr. George Lasker held a gun in both hands. While remaining vigilant, he thought to himself: As expected of me, I can tell at a glance that this guy is not a good person.
Sigurd, however, fell into deep regret and resentment.
He felt that he should have taken a tougher stance initially instead of trying to deceive the two men to clear himself from suspicion.
I am not afraid that the famous detective can reason, but I am afraid that he has many hobbies and knows the relationship between the painter and the stale bread.
At this moment, Sigurd attributed the failure to: encountering a master.
And, the most annoying thing is...
This guy has seen through the lie a long time ago, instead of making up a story to mock himself!
Thinking of this, Sigurd raised his head and glanced at Lu Li bitterly.
It's a pity that Lu Li doesn't know the suspect. No, to be precise, it should be Mr. Criminal, who has created so many dramas for himself in his heart.
In fact, he had suspected Sigurd from the beginning, but Kunai had no evidence. He never expected that... a reading comprehension article he did in high school would make a great contribution.
Thinking of this, Lu Li's heart began to beat wildly. The legendary Jack the Ripper was arrested in his apartment on August 8, 1888.
This trip to London can finally come to an end.
Therefore, Lu Li suppressed his excitement and whispered: "Now that it has happened, Mr. Sigurd, admit it like a man and truthfully confess the process and details of your crime."
But just then——
"No...I didn't kill anyone."
Sigurd shook his head slowly, insisting that he was not qualified to commit a crime: "How can a patient with limited mobility have the ability to kill people? What kind of detective is this?"
"Also, does Scotland Yard agree with this statement? Illegal interrogation and eliciting confessions. I want to find a lawyer."
As we all know, the law protects the wealthy.
Obviously, Sickert is a rich man. If he is unwilling to plead guilty, he can hire a lawyer to help delay the lawsuit, and things will change later.
"Lu Li, are you upstairs?"
At this time, Duke's voice came from downstairs, followed immediately by the sound of people going up the stairs.
Lu Li breathed a sigh of relief, with a hint of pride in his tone: "Mr. Sigurd, the famous surgeon Professor Duke is here. The appraisal certificate he issued is regarded as authoritative by Scotland Yard..."
Click.
The studio door was pushed open.
On the way here, Duke heard the coachman say: Mr. Lasker asked him to temporarily abandon the autopsy and come over to diagnose the condition of a young painter.
Therefore, as soon as he came in, he noticed the bloodless Sigurd and asked with a smile: "Sir, what's wrong with you?"
As he spoke, he placed the large suitcase in his hand on the ground and opened it: hemostatic forceps, puncture needle, medical scalpel, bone saw, bone hammer, osteotome...
All kinds of tools were neatly placed, shining coldly under the light, and coupled with the blood stains on the white coat, it looked like a bloody butcher. Moreover, most of these things were not for living people. use.
Seeing this, Lu Li ignored the pleasantries and leaned into Duke's ear to whisper a few instructions.
"Brother, are you kidding me?"
Duke couldn't help but exclaimed that although he inherited the memory of a medical professor, he himself had never examined a living person, let alone a place like that.
"Think about the situation of the two victims. Their skirts were lifted up to their waists, but there was no sign of being assaulted. Doesn't that mean something?"
After speaking, Lu Li sighed.
In fact, he also felt that this kind of examination was a bit uncomfortable, but he didn't understand medicine, so he didn't necessarily have to force it.
"Then... Sir, please raise your hands and put them where I can see them."
The truth was so close that Duke had no choice but to turn around and walk towards Sickert who was sitting on the sofa.
"Don't, don't come over..."
The painter Sigurd clung to the armrest of the sofa and leaned forward unconsciously. He couldn't help but want to run away, because this scene reminded him of the nightmare in his childhood.
Unfortunately, the pain coming from his crotch forced him to give up the idea.
"Professor Duke, let me help you keep an eye on this guy."
"Boy, be more patient, or I'll blow your skull off."
At this moment, Mr. Lasker came over to act as a tool man, reminding Duke of his student Bernard, who was a hardworking and free labor force. If he had brought him with him, he would not have to do such dirty work in person.
Finally, when two men, one holding a gun and the other carrying a tool, walked up to him, Sigurd completely collapsed, his body went limp, and he collapsed on the backrest.
"Stop investigating...I plead guilty."
"I killed that wandering warbler."
Rather than being humiliated, it would be better to simply admit guilt.
In fact, he couldn't stand the investigation at all. He killed the woman last night in the next room, and then moved her body to Brady Street after her death.
The blood stains on the walls, the vomit on the floor, and some key evidence were all not destroyed in time due to my personal preferences.
Taken together, these pieces of evidence leave no room for quibbles and are enough to convict him.
That wandering warbler?
Lu Li frowned, a bad premonition welling up in his heart again. He turned around and waved to the bewildered female model, gesturing for her to go out first.
"What are you doing here in a daze? Come down quickly and remember not to run around. We'll go to the police station together later to take notes."
"Hmm...huh?"
The woman reacted belatedly and asked in surprise: "Why should I go to the police station?"
Being idle was also boring, so Duke spoke up and said, "I'm not sure, you are also an accomplice."
"Don't stand here and get in the way. Go downstairs and stay."
Mr. Lasker also urged.
Soon, only four men were left in the room.
"Anyway, let's get checked first."
Lu Li spoke to break the silence.
But Sigurd was struggling like a madman, sometimes cursing, sometimes making unexplained shouts. It was obvious that he was extremely resistant to this matter in his heart.
It's a pity, if I had known this, why bother in the first place.
If this guy hadn't tried to quibble before, saying that he was tortured to extract confessions or illegal interrogations, Lu Li would have saved some dignity for Sigurd.
As for now, of course, the goal is to collect as much evidence as possible and make the case solid, leaving no chance for Sickert to overturn the case.
A few minutes later, Duke took off the two layers of gloves on his hands and whispered:
"The suspect suffered from congenital fistula disease. It can be seen that he underwent several surgeries as a child. Unfortunately, the doctors still failed to compensate for his physical defects."
"In other words, this man does not have the ability to leave offspring."
