Zhang Heng didn't know where Holmes had gone, but he found some prostitutes who had a good relationship with the three previous victims, and reconstructed the activities of the three victims from them.
Zhang Heng finally set his sights on a man named Mark Cohen.
He was a Jewish doctor active in Whitechapel, but he was not a qualified doctor registered by the Central Medical Committee. Of course, truly qualified doctors rarely served prostitutes.
Not to mention those pampered physicians. Among the three major classes, physicians have always been the first class and claim to be the gentleman class. However, with the rise of surgeons and pharmacists, physicians are constantly losing their leadership, especially when After gradually transforming into general practitioners, pharmacists are joining forces with surgeons to actively promote the reform of the British medical system and strive for more rights... However, even for general practitioners, there are not many in the Eastern District, let alone for the most vulnerable. The prostitutes at the bottom serve.
It is precisely because of this that there is a living environment for people like Mark Cohen.
In a sense, his role is somewhat similar to that of a general practitioner. He basically sees all kinds of diseases, and is also responsible for delivering babies and some gynecological diseases. This is why Zhang Heng focuses on him.
The prostitutes' evaluation of him is complicated. On the one hand, his fees are very low. Although he is not a miraculous doctor, he can still have some effect. However, many prostitutes said that when they are with him, they feel... It will be very uncomfortable, especially his eyes. When his gaze falls on you, it is like being stared at by a snake.
Zhang Heng inquired about Mark Cohen's residence and arrived there before sunset.
The smell here is not very good. There is a pig pen not far away. There are chicken manure everywhere on the road. Women are washing clothes beside the sewage. Several men with blackened faces must be boilers in nearby factories. Worker is coming from a distance.
It didn't take Zhang Heng much time to find Dr. Yinu's apartment, but when he knocked on the door, no one answered.
Zhang Heng took a look at the lock on the door and found that it was just the simplest kind. Basically, it could only protect against gentlemen. So Zhang Heng glanced around again. Seeing that no one was paying attention, he quietly picked the lock with the knife he carried. Unlocked the door.
The smell inside the door was worse than outside. It was a special smell mixed with sweat and rot. Zhang Heng frowned and pulled out the revolver from his waist.
As a result, he saw a pool of blood on the ground after taking only two steps. There was almost no furniture in the apartment, only a bed, a wardrobe, and a dining table. Socks and dirty clothes were scattered everywhere. Zhang Heng followed the blood trail. Arriving in front of a curtain, a pair of boots could be seen through the gap under the curtain.
Zhang Heng did not open the curtain, but directly stabbed it with the knife in his right hand. The blade easily tore the fabric, but it fell behind the curtain.
A false alarm? The boots were still on the ground, so it seemed like they were just placed here by its owner.
Zhang Heng quickly opened the curtain with his other hand and saw a place similar to a simple consultation room. There were two stools and a small workbench. The most eye-catching thing among them was undoubtedly a certain Bloody organs.
The blood stains and stench on the ground came from here, and now a group of flies were feasting on it.
Zhang Heng's first reaction was to find the part of Bernice's uterus and abdominal meat that was lost in the third murder case. In this way, he would have locked the murderer. However, the next moment he walked to the table When I looked closely, I found that the thing above did not look like a human uterus in either shape or size, but more like that of some kind of animal.
Zhang Heng thought of the pig pen he saw on the roadside before.
In addition, he also saw a notebook on the table. Zhang Heng opened the notebook and flipped through two pages. He found that the things recorded on it were fragmentary. Most of them were trivial matters in daily life and some medical research. , but the content changed when I turned to the back, and I could see that the person who wrote it became more and more impatient.
Not only did the handwriting become more and more scrawled, but the content also began to change, and it was more related to the prostitutes. He was complaining about the little money he made, and complaining that the prostitutes always pretended to be pitiful for him. From the notes, , a month ago he seemed to have had a conflict with two prostitutes. One of them took away his pocket watch while he was seeing a doctor. Mark Cohen chased him out, but was tripped by another prostitute and fell to the ground. A tooth was lost.
Zhang Heng was about to continue reading, but at this time there was the sound of the door opening behind him. Zhang Heng stuffed the notes into his arms, and the visitor also opened the door. Hearing the footsteps, it seemed that there were not just one person, but two people.
This surprised Zhang Heng, but it did not affect his plan.
Zhang Heng could just jump out of the window and leave now, but when he slashed the curtain with a knife, this path was actually eliminated by him, because once Mark Cohen found out that his residence had been disturbed, he would definitely be there for the first time. He ran away for a moment, not to mention that Zhang Heng even took away his notes.
So Zhang Heng simply chose to catch the target here and send him to the police station.
He hid behind the curtain, listening to the footsteps approaching, and silently calculating in his mind. When one of the people reached out to lift the curtain, he also handed out the knife. Zhang Heng could see the surprise on the target's face and the panic in his eyes. Zhang Heng stopped his hand at the critical moment.
Another policeman also immediately drew the pistol from his waist.
Zhang Heng raised his hand and dropped the weapon in his hand, indicating that he had no ill intentions.
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An hour later, Holmes also came to the police station. He tapped the floor with his cane and looked at Zhang Heng behind the iron fence with interest. "They planned to let you out half an hour ago, but I asked them to lock you up again." Take a moment so that you can experience the feeling I had before.”
"Did you tell the police to arrest Mark Cohen?" Zhang Heng asked.
"Yes, in fact, before you went to the witch doctor's house, he had already been caught by the police. The two police officers went to collect evidence." Holmes smiled, "It seems that this time the bet is still mine. If I win, I can finally think about what to watch in the opera.”
"I don't think so," Zhang Heng looked at Holmes and said leisurely, "You have arrested the wrong person."
"Caught the wrong person?" Holmes raised his eyebrows.
"You haven't interrogated Mark Cohen yet."
"Yes, but Lestrade said that he admitted that he was the murderer as soon as he was pinned down by the police."
"It's useless for him to admit it." Zhang Heng took out the notebook from his arms and shook it. "If you interrogate him, you will know that he is insane."
