A Weird Theater That Started In London

　　 In the living room, there are three well-dressed men sitting.

　　 They chatted while drinking coffee.

　　 "The Study of Blood Characters is undoubtedly a 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, and the perspectives are constantly switching between Watson, Friends, and Holmes. I did it, so that the character's personality is presented to the readers in multiple dimensions."

It’s okay if Lu Li didn’t mention it. When it comes to mentioning, Mr. Conan Doyle blushed instantly. He hurriedly swallowed the snack to his mouth and said frankly: "Hahaha, when I tried this writing method, I was worried that I would receive some The sharp criticism from readers, unfortunately, turned out to be worse than expected, and almost no one cares about it..."

　　 At the beginning, in order to write this short story well, he spent three full weeks constantly polishing and editing.

　　 As a result, the manuscript was repeatedly rejected.

　　 It was hard to find a buyer who was willing to publish it in the annual magazine to try. In the end, he gave himself a minimum payment of £25.

　　 is simply black history.

　　 Fortunately, my small clinic still has some business, so I won’t be reduced to sleep on the street.

　　 At this time, Duke, who was unable to speak while sitting on the other side of the sofa, calmed his expression and said in a deep voice, "You will surely succeed. I firmly believe in this."

　　 Although he has never read Sherlock Holmes, he knows the greatness of this name.

　　 One hundred years later, the Royal Society of Chemistry awarded him the title of honorary researcher, and the royal family decided to grant him 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 shaped by the gentleman in front of him.

　　 If it weren't for worrying about being too abrupt, Duke would want to cheekily ask for an autograph.

　　 At this moment, Conan Doyle felt that Lu Li and Duke sitting beside him were his life confidantes, and his smile became more and more sincere: "The two are ridiculous, I'm just an amateur novelist."

　　 Next, the three men started a new round of business blowing each other, and even made an appointment. After they caught Jack the Ripper, they went hunting together in the suburbs.

　　 The premise is that there is time.

　　 However, even if he talked to the idol in the minds of countless detective fans, Lu Li did not forget the mission. He told Conan Doyle about the scene of the corpse site and the autopsy report, combined with his personal opinions, hoping to get some pertinent suggestions.

　　 "It's very exciting. In fact, if it was me, it would be difficult to do this step."

　　 "However, you left out a few details, of course, just as a supplement to support your reasoning."

　　 Talking about business, Conan Doyle subconsciously took out the pipe and held it in his mouth, then rubbed the sliced ​​grass a few times and stuffed it into the bowl.

　　嚓，嚓...

　　 A match was struck a few times on the special paper, white smoke rose, followed by a series of tedious operations.

　　 You can tell at a glance that this is an old smoker. The whole process seems to have been rehearsed countless times, orderly and very ornamental.

　　 Seeing that Lu Li once suspected that he was a fake detective, he couldn't even smoke a pipe.

　　 At the same time, Conan Doyle also began his own reasoning: "The first point, as far as I know, the left hands of the two victims were placed on their chests by the murderer."

　　 "So, I come to the same conclusion as you, the murderer is despising the dead."

　　 Lu Li did not interrupt, silently listening to Conan Doyle's analysis of the case.

"The left hand is swinging on the chest. It is a military salute that has only become popular in recent years. It represents the highest respect, absolute obedience and loyalty to the superior. By doing this, Jack the Ripper is undoubtedly admiring himself as a superior. The victim is asked to treat himself as a god."

After 　　 finished, he gently pressed the floating ashes with a pressure rod, and then lit a match, slowly drawing a circle around the bowl, and sucking at the same time.

　　 Seeing this, sitting next to the two big guys, Duke felt that he was a little superfluous. In order to show his presence, he couldn't help but ask: "So, do you have any other findings?"

　　 was pumping vigorously and was suddenly interrupted, which made Conan Doyle a little uncomfortable: "Hey, don't you two come a little bit?"

　　"..."

　　 Lu Li spread out his hands and was speechless for a while. He suspected that some prohibited items were mixed in the tobacco, or that this gentleman was really addicted to cigarettes.

　　 "Well, I will continue to talk about my humble opinion."

　　 Conan Doyle hesitated for a moment, and finally made up his mind to put down the pipe.

　　 "As you analyzed before, the main purpose of the murderer's excessive behavior on the corpse after killing the victim is to vent his anger."

"Therefore, after accepting the invitation of Mr. George Lask, I made a special trip to the Whitechapel District Police Station, hoping to find out something from the body, but a police officer said that the body was temporarily placed in King’s College, Du Professor Ke is there."

　　The words fell, he moved his gaze to Duke who was aside, after all, the two are doctors, and there should be many topics in common—

　　Judging age on pubic symphysis

　　 Rectal temperature measurement to determine the time of death

　　 childbirth scars to determine whether to give birth

　　 These theories are very novel, and if they are so, they are definitely a major breakthrough in the history of criminal investigation. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

　　 Unfortunately, there is no time to talk about it now, but there will always be opportunities.

　　 Conan Doyle thought so, and then continued: "Before that, I guessed that the murderer would commit the crime out of some impulse, but I didn't expect that he was out of disgust for drowning children by stray warblers."

　　 "Finally, I think the murderer is not necessarily a doctor, but maybe a painter."

　　 Painter?

　　 Lu Li is proud that he resonates with Mr. Conan Doyle, but unexpectedly, this gentleman proposed another conjecture.

"You said that the victim was killed by a single blow. The wound after death looks messy, but in fact there are traces to follow. This shows that Jack the Ripper knows the structure of the human body very well." Conan Doyle saw that he had doubts in his heart, so he took the initiative to explain: "For a painter, familiarity with the structure of the human body is an indispensable thing."

　　Artist = Crazy

　　 If you are not crazy and behave exactly like normal people, you can't be called an excellent artist.

　　 Okay, Lu Li admitted that he didn't know much about this profession, and even preconceived, but this just shows that the painter is indeed suspected of committing crimes.

　　 "Of course, it's just a personal guess. The murderer may also be a barber. They also know some surgical knowledge. Therefore, no one dares to pack a ticket before the truth is revealed."

　　 As the saying goes, mature and prudent.

　　 In fact, Conan Doyle does have a set of tenable opinions.

　　 "Pop, papa!"

　　 "I don't know if there are other detectives who can analyze the case so thoroughly and accurately..."

　　 Applause came from the hall.

　　 Duke, who was in a daze, was awakened. He raised his head dissatisfied and thought: Why is someone overhearing again.