"Interesting." Holmes closed the note in his hand, "Mark Cohen did have conflicts with those prostitutes, so he put himself into the role of Jack the Ripper to get pleasure from it, but unexpectedly he gradually Lost myself.”
"These things are clearly recorded in his notes. He began to imagine that the murderer was himself after the first murder. By the time he saw the letter posted in the newspaper, the Jack the Ripper in his soul had already Completely overcoming himself, in the end he couldn’t tell who he was at all.”
Zhang Heng had already walked out from the other side of the iron fence and flexed his hands and ankles, "There is also the uterus you retrieved from his residence. Just check and you will find that it is not human. He was in the first case There was also an alibi when the crime occurred. He happened to be delivering a baby to a prostitute that night. All he needs to do is find the prostitute named Clarissa to prove it."
Holmes held his pipe in his mouth and wondered what he was thinking.
Just at this time, Lestrade ran over from the other side of the corridor excitedly, "I contacted several newspapers. The director wanted to publicize it well this time, not only the police but also you, as the special adviser to Scotland Yard. Together we helped us solve this strange case..."
"Wait a minute," Holmes stretched out his hand to interrupt the short police chief. "We haven't caught the murderer yet, so let's forget about celebrating. It will only make the real murderer chuckle in the dark."
"What are you talking about?" Lestrade was a little confused. "The prisoner just confessed and described the process of committing the crime."
"The process of his murder was based on newspaper reports. The uterus on the table was taken from a pig." Holmes stretched, "Lestrade, I have always thought that you and Gregson You are some of Scotland Yard's finest police officers, and if you were willing to spend more time gathering clues instead of showing off your merits, you would have accomplished far more."
The short police officer shook his head when he heard this and said, "I have worked at Scotland Yard for so many years. No matter what case it is, it is almost ready to be closed. I think you are just a little too worried. Anyway, the reporter should be here in half an hour." , the director is going to meet the Queen early tomorrow morning to report the good news, and he will also mention to the Queen the contribution you and your Eastern friends made in this."
"Did you forget about the Thames River case so quickly? Do you plan to cooperate with the media to lead out the real murderer again? The public may not buy it by then." Holmes shook his head.
"This is something the director has decided. No matter what you say, it can't be changed." The short police officer spread his hands, "Unless you can conjure another prisoner for me now."
As a result, Zhang Heng suddenly said, "Can I meet Mark Cohen?"
"You want to see Mark Cohen? Logically speaking, this is not according to the rules, but considering that you have contributed so much to the police this time, I can still help with this small favor." Lestrade said.
He led the two of them to the interrogation room where the prostitute doctor was detained, and said, "I have already interrogated him once, so I won't go in. I have to prepare to deal with those reporters."
After the short police officer left, Holmes touched his chin and said thoughtfully, "Do you think Mark Cohen's mental abnormality is not an accident?"
Zhang Heng nodded, "It can be seen from his notes that he does have some mental illness, but I don't think it is a coincidence that his mental illness has deepened during this period. The police were looking for Jack the Ripper, and he just happened to come to his door."
"Interesting guess," Holmes said.
Zhang Heng noticed that the words used by Holmes were guesses rather than inferences. Zhang Heng himself had to admit this. After these two incidents, he also realized a problem, that is, if he only used what Holmes gave him, it would be It's almost impossible to defeat Holmes.
Under the framework of the deductive method, his level 1 can't beat Holmes' level 3. No matter how hard he tries, he can only tie with the opponent. Therefore, if he wants to win this round of competition, he needs to find another way. In other words, he needs to strengthen himself. The aggressiveness of making bold assumptions despite insufficient evidence.
Holmes said that this is a big taboo for detectives, because once they take the wrong path, they are likely to plunge into a dead end and be unable to get out. However, Zhang Heng's situation is different now, because he only needs to win once and bet right once. Just fine.
And Zhang Heng is not completely blind.
He saw Mark Cohen sitting there in the interrogation room. The latter looked very quiet, and indeed had a bit of a doctor's temperament, except for his small and protruding eyes.
Zhang Heng sat down opposite him, "Are the three previous murders in Whitechapel District related to you?"
"Yes, I killed them." Mark Cohen nodded and admitted without hesitation, a slightly nervous smile appeared on his face, "I liked the way they looked at me the moment before they died, that kind of The purest form of fear, unadulterated... is beautiful."
"Really?" Zhang Heng said, "Aren't you worried that God will punish you?"
The female doctor moved her buttocks and looked a little angry, "Will God punish me? No, no, no, I'm just doing the right thing. Those women are the ones who are wrong. God told me to punish them. They deserve it. I Obedience to God, His voice…always surrounds my ears.”
“Have you heard the voice of God?”
"Yes, he said he would reward me and call me his son." Mark Cohen said proudly.
"Last question," Zhang Heng stared into the female doctor's eyes, "Which church do you usually go to for worship?"
However, when Mark Cohen heard this, he suddenly closed his mouth and stopped talking. He stared at his small eyes and looked at the ceiling, as if a door would suddenly open and let him leave this world.
However, his action already gave Zhang Heng the answer he wanted.
Zhang Heng stood up and left. Holmes listened quietly to the side this time without saying a word. He didn't speak until he walked out of the interrogation room, "Interesting, so you suspect that Father Jacob influenced his spirit?"
Zhang Heng nodded. He didn't have time to answer. Instead, he hurried out of the police station and waved for a carriage. Holmes followed behind and got into the carriage together. "Even if you doubt that he needs to be in such a hurry, besides, my question I haven’t finished asking yet. There are only two priests in Sacred Heart Church. Among them, Father Matthew is too old. I am sure that Father Jacob is not the murderer. So the question is, why did he let Mark Cohen, who has mental problems, believe that he is the murderer? Jack the Ripper?"
"I'm sure the real murderer must be related to him." Zhang Heng said, "As for why I am so anxious, it is because I am worried about the safety of a friend."
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