In the fog capital of the 19th century, the traffic was very busy.

    Carriages shuttle from side to side, avoiding pedestrians from time to time. There are many tramps. They don''t even have boots. They just barefoot and step into the mud mixed with livestock manure.

    Seeing this, Lu Li couldn''t help lowering his head and looked at the boots of the right size at his feet. He finally had a deep impression of this era.

    His actions, in Winsley''s eyes, became a thoughtful and confused depression.

    "Detective, what are you thinking?"

    "It''s just some trivial things, which have nothing to do with the case." Lu Li shook his head and was ready to talk to the police about something else.

    As a result, he suddenly thought of an important thing and changed the subject: "by the way, can you take the liberty to ask, who did you invite to participate in the investigation of the white church murder?"

    "Ah?"

    Winsley was surprised and puzzled in his tone: "there is only one detective like you in London. If you can''t solve the murder, it''s no use inviting others."

    Seeing the police officer beside him admire him, Lu Li vaguely feels that the situation is not right.

    It is reasonable to say that since it is an exam, we should take fairness as the principle and participate in the investigation of Jack the Ripper case as a detective. Where are the other 39 competitors.

    In what capacity will they appear?

    After a little thought, Lu Li decided to give up. After all, it''s useless to think about something beyond the scope of understanding. Solving a case is the key.

    So he suggested, "can you go to the murder scene in Whitechapel District first? I want to see the dead."

    Winsley was stunned for a moment and didn''t know how to answer, because the superior''s order was to invite Mr. Lu Li to Whitehall street to discuss matters related to becoming a special consultant.

    Now, the famous detective suddenly wants to go to the murder scene, which is a little against the rules.

    After a long time, seeing that the guy still didn''t respond, Lu Li urged: "Whitehall street is not close to Baker Street. After dealing with those boring chores, it''s more difficult to see any clues from the body."

    In fact, since there was a strange memory in his mind, he was no longer the layman before: in this era without cold storage, the body will decay rapidly and become less and less valuable over time.

    After a little weighing, out of the sense of justice in his heart, Winsley instinctively nodded and said in a deep voice, "as you wish."

    "Coachman, you don''t have to go to Whitehall street. Take us directly to Whitechapel area. Hurry up."

    After hearing the police officer''s words, the middle-aged coachman suddenly felt refreshed: "I see. I promise I will arrive within an hour."

    Whitechapel is in East London and Baker Street is in West London. The distance between the two means that they can make more money.

    At this point, the coachman felt uneasy and said, "gentlemen, according to the new regulations of the trade union, the charge is 1 shilling for less than two miles, and then 6 pence per mile. Do you have any objection?"

    "No, hurry up."

    Lu Li doesn''t care. At present, he is not short of money. Moreover, Scotland Yard pays for all the expenses caused by the investigation. There is no need to worry about the pressure of money.

    About an hour later, the silence was broken again because the destination arrived.

    They jumped out of the car holding their hands. Wensley took a silver coin from his purse and handed it to the coachman, indicating that he didn''t need change.

    Lu Li frowned slightly, and the scene of depression in front of him was in strong contrast to the bustle of Baker Street.

    Old houses were lined on both sides of the street, and fights were happening all the time at the corner. Several tramps were fighting for waste newspapers.

    After all, that thing can help them survive one cold and humid night after another.

    In a hurry, Lu Li took back his sight and said, "officer wensley, take me to the murder scene."

    "Yes."

    "In recent years, there have been more and more refugees, and the public security problem in Whitechapel district has become more and more serious, breeding too many violent incidents, which is also the reason why homicides are difficult to detect."

    After arriving in the jurisdiction, Winsley became no longer silent and took the initiative to provoke the topic.

    "There are so many suspects that every tramp can commit a crime, right?"

    "That''s right."

    "In that case, the most important thing now is to find out who the deceased is and narrow the scope of investigation through her interpersonal relationship."

    At the moment, Lu Li, who gradually entered the state, said his inner thoughts, while Winsley still held a pessimistic attitude and sighed: "but the lady has been disfigured and her body is incomplete..."

    "Seeing is believing. I''d better wait until I check the body."

    Just as they were talking, they had crossed several streets and came to a dirty and desolate alley. Several uniformed police officers were around, waving short sticks to drive away passers-by.

    Winsley restrained his expression, pointed to the dim and narrow alley in front of him and said, "the body is inside. After we blocked the scene, no one has touched it again."

    At this moment, only one step away from the morgue, Lu Li felt that he was counselled.

    Organs, blood, flies

    It''s disgusting to think about it.

    At this point, however, he had no choice but to move forward with an assumed composure, followed by Winsley, waving several colleagues to follow.

    As soon as he stepped into the alley, the smell came to his face. Lu Liqiang held back his fear and continued to go deep.

    Through the fog, people vaguely saw the bodies lying on the ground. Rao is an old policeman who has been used to life and death in his career. After witnessing the tragedy in front of him, he will instinctively feel sad.

    Eye gouging, broken teeth, throat cutting, abdominal rupture, all as described in the letter.

    But unexpectedly, at the moment of seeing the body, Lu Li felt that his fear was far from as deep as he thought.

    That strange memory told him: These are only small scenes. Keeping calm and trying to make the dead speak is what a detective should do.

    A highly Authentic Game... If you can''t, just take it as filming

    After a few seconds of meditation, he adjusted the state of Lu Li, took out the magnifying glass from his coat pocket, and tape measure, and said, "officer, please measure the height of the dead with a tape measure."

    Wensley clenched his fist and forced himself not to vomit, and then walked past with a stiff head.

    "The deceased was 5.5 feet tall, female."

    "Well, please write it down."

    With that, Lu Li continued to look at the bodies on the ground, leaving aside the wounds, body spots and causes of death. After all, the matter of autopsy should be handed over to the forensic officer to solve, so as to draw a professional conclusion.