Chapter 521 Guess

"Interesting." Holmes closed the note in his hand, "Mark Cohen did have conflicts with those prostitutes, so he brought 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. After the first murder, he began to imagine that the murderer was his own. When he saw the letter posted in the newspaper, the Jack the Ripper in his soul had already disappeared. Overwhelmed himself so completely that in the end he couldn't tell who he was at all."

Zhang Heng had already come out from the other side of the iron fence at this time, and stretched his hands and ankles, "And the uterus you retrieved from his residence, you can find that it is not human if you check it. He was in the first case." There was also an alibi at the time of the crime, and he happened to deliver a baby girl that night, as long as he can find the girl named Clarissa."

Holmes had no idea what he was thinking with his pipe in his mouth.

Just at this time, Lestrade ran over excitedly from the other side of the corridor, "I have contacted several newspapers, the director's intention is to make a good publicity this time, not only the police but also you, as the special advisor of Scotland Yard Help us solve this strange case together..."

"Wait a minute," Holmes stretched out his hand and interrupted the short sheriff. "We haven't caught the murderer yet, so let's forget about celebrating. It will only make the real murderer laugh in the dark."

"What are you talking about?" Lestrade was a little puzzled, "The prisoner just confessed his crime and described the process of his murder."

"His murder was based on his own imagination based on newspaper reports. The uterus on the table was taken from a pig," Holmes stretched. "Lestrade, I always feel that you and Gregson You are some of the best police officers in Scotland Yard, if you are willing to spend more time collecting clues instead of busying yourself with credit, your achievements are far from that."

The short police officer shook his head and said, "I've been working in Scotland Yard for so many years, no matter what the case has reached this point, it can almost be closed. I think you are just worrying too much. Anyway, the reporter should arrive 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 credit you and your Eastern friends have contributed to this."

"Have you forgotten the Thames River case so quickly? Are you planning to cooperate with the media again to draw out the real murderer? The public may not buy it." Holmes shook his head.

"This is something the chief has decided on. No matter what you say, it can't be changed." The short police officer spread his hands, "Unless you can conjure up another prisoner for me now."

As a result, Zhang Heng suddenly said at this moment, "Can I meet Mark Cohen?"

"You want to see Mark Cohen? Logically speaking, this is not in compliance with the rules, but since you have contributed so much to the police this time, I can still help you with this small favor." Lestrade said.

He led the two of them to the interrogation room where the prostitute doctor was held, and said, "I've 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 stroked his chin and said thoughtfully, "Do you think Mark Cohn's mental disorder is not an accident?"

Zhang Heng nodded, "From his notes, it can be seen that he does have some mental illnesses, but I don't think it was accidental that his mental illnesses deepened during this period of time. The police were looking for Jack the Ripper, and he happened to be at the door."

"An interesting guess," said Holmes.

Zhang Heng noticed that the words Holmes used were speculation rather than reasoning. Zhang Heng himself had to admit that, after these two incidents, he also realized a problem, that is, if he only used the things Holmes gave him It's almost impossible to beat Sherlock Holmes.

Under the framework of the deductive method, his lv1 can't beat Sherlock Holmes' lv3. No matter how hard he tries, he can only draw 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 Aggressiveness, bold assumptions in the absence of evidence.

Holmes said that this is a big taboo for detectives, because once they go the wrong way, they may be stuck in a dead end and unable to get out, but Zhang Heng's situation is different now, because he only needs to win once, and only needs to 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 he did have a bit of a doctor's temperament, except for those small and protruding eyes.

Zhang Heng sat down opposite him, "Are the three murders in the Whitechapel area related to you?"

"That's right, I killed them." Mark Cohen admitted without hesitation, with a slightly nervous smile on his face, "I like the way they look at me the moment before they die, that kind of Fear in its purest form, unadulterated with nothing...beautiful."

"Really?" Zhang Heng said, "Aren't you worried that God will punish you?"

The prostitute doctor moved her buttocks and looked a little angry, "God will punish me? No, no, no, I'm just doing the right thing. Those women are wrong. God told me to punish them. They deserve it. I Listen to God, whose voice...is always in my ears."

"Have you heard the voice of God?"

"That's right, he said he would reward me and call me his son." Mark Cohen said proudly.

"Last question," Zhang Heng stared into the eyes of the female doctor, "Which church do you usually go to worship?"

However, when Mark Cohen heard the words, he suddenly closed his mouth and stopped talking. He stared at his pair of small eyes and looked at the ceiling, as if a door would suddenly open there to let him leave this world.

However, this action of his has already given Zhang Heng the answer he wanted.

Zhang Heng got up and left. Holmes listened quietly the whole time 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. Before he could answer, he hurried out of the police station and waved for a carriage. Holmes followed and got into the carriage together, "Even if you suspect that he has to be so anxious, and my question I haven't finished asking, there are only two priests in the Sacred Heart Church, and Father Matthew is too old. I can be sure that Father Jacob is not the murderer. Then the question comes, why did he convince Mark Cohen, who has mental problems, that he is the murderer? Jack the Ripper?"

"I'm sure the real culprit must be related to him." Zhang Heng said, "As for why I'm so anxious, it's because I'm worried about the safety of a friend."

Thanks for the reward of the body philosophy children's boots~