Chapter 11 Road Break

Leaving aside his identity as a detective, Lu Li also has a title of lord, which means that he knows a lot of dignitaries, and he can avoid falling into a situation of isolation and helplessness just by walking around a little.

"Duke, you don't have to worry about these trivial matters. Continue to dissect the corpse and see if you can determine the time of death of the victim."

"It's a bit difficult. The deceased lost a lot of blood, and the body spots on the body are not obvious. In addition, the abdominal cavity is broken, and the internal organs are fully exposed to the outside air. The method of measuring the rectal temperature is also unworkable."

Seeing that Lu Li seemed to regain his confidence, Duke also wanted to do a big job and prove himself.

It's a pity that the corpse was too damaged—the intestines were pulled out, and other internal organs and digestive organs were placed partly on the left shoulder and partly on the right shoulder. In this case, there were too many external interference factors, and temperature measurement would not work.

In fact, if he hadn't known in advance that the murderer was mentally ill, Duke would have thought that Jack the Ripper was holding some kind of evil religious ceremony.

But at this moment, Lu Li felt the urge to lay down his burden.

Why do some mentally retarded people always think they can do it?

Wouldn't it be enough to follow the established clues and trace down?

Why are there various surprises in the investigation?

Perhaps sensing that Mr. Detective was angry, the police officer in charge of security took a few steps back, for fear of getting into trouble.

"Mr. Detective, let me stand guard at the entrance of the alley. If you need anything, please call anytime."

"Go away... sorry, slip of the tongue, please."

Footsteps sounded.

Not long after, this bloody alley became silent again.

"Well, if only there were modern electronics."

Under the dignified atmosphere, Duke looked at the crude scalpel in his hand and shook his head, feeling that a hero is useless.

"Just do your best, and there is still plenty of time left. Even if Scotland Yard is lost, there are other organizations willing to cooperate with us, such as the East End Citizens' Self-Defense Force."

Do your best and obey the destiny.

The dissection involved technical issues, and it was useless for Lu Li, a layman, to urge him so hard, so he could only persuade Duke not to give up.

Of course, the so-called East District Citizens' Self-Defense Force is not just a nonsense of his. It is indeed an organization that can cooperate.

According to what Police Officer Wensley said in the afternoon, this civil organization is headed by several veteran military officers, and its members are all local men in the East District, aiming to protect women's safety at night.

Most importantly, they can legally carry guns and are well trained!

When Lu Li lowered his head to think about his next plan, a foul smell came over him.

"God, what are you doing again?"

When the words fell, he turned his head and vomited.

"It's getting late. I'm doing the final on-site inspection. If it doesn't work, I can only choose to give up temporarily."

Duke suppressed his nausea, cut open the stomach of the unknown female corpse, and gave a helpless answer.

"It would be nice to know when the deceased had his last meal."

As he spoke, he kicked the lantern forward to get as much light as possible.

"Generally speaking, in addition to the method of judging corpse spots and measuring rectal temperature, the contents of the intestines and stomach can also provide a certain reference for forensic doctors to judge the time of death of the victim.

If the stomach is full and the shape of the food is very clear, it can be basically determined that the victim had eaten and was killed within an hour;

If there is a lot of secretion in the stomach and the food shows obvious signs of erosion, it can be determined that the deceased had dinner within two hours before being killed. "

"And this corpse has no residue in the stomach, and only a small amount of pasty substance in the duodenum... It can only be confirmed that the time of death was about six hours after the meal."

These words extinguished the last trace of fantasy in Lu Li's heart. Looking at the completely opened chest and abdomen, he felt upset and said simply:

"Let's stop here for the on-site investigation. Let's talk about the rest tomorrow. I will go to King's College to find you later."

"Well, help me transport the corpse back to the autopsy room first, and I'll see if there are other discoveries, at least to determine the age of the deceased."

After finishing speaking, Duke lowered his head and packed up the toolbox.

...

West London, Baker Street.

At around seven o'clock in the morning, a carriage broke through the thick fog and stopped in front of the single-family apartment.

"Sir, it has arrived."

The coachman took off his holster, tapped the carriage frame with his swollen hand, and said, "You owe three shillings and twelvepence."

"Um."

Lu Li pulled the handle to get out of the car, then took out a silver coin from his wallet and handed it to the driver. Before he could give the change, he walked directly to the newsstand not far away.

A few minutes later.

【Whitechapel serial murder】

Looking past the headlines of this issue, Lu Li, who was full of exhaustion, cheered up, knocked on the glass window, and looked at the owner of the newsstand: "How much is a copy?"

"Sevenpence, sir."

As he said that, the old man handed out a stack of neat new newspapers, while Lu Li took out his wallet and searched for a while, but because he couldn't find a small denomination copper coin, he handed out a florin instead: "Are there any newspapers from other newspapers? Give me one, please."

Hearing this, the old man nodded.

Taking advantage of this spare time, Lu Li unfolded the newspaper and quickly read the news of this issue.

【Jack the Ripper! Following the street girl Martha Tabrilian, another bloody murder occurred, only one day apart. 】

[Last night, a lunatic rushed into the Whitechapel District Police Station and handed out a provocative letter for the murderer. According to insiders, the murderer claimed to be "Jack the Ripper, from Hell". , found an unknown female corpse...]

Soon, the old man guarding the newsstand stood up, and happened to see the guest staring at the newspaper in silence, couldn't help sighing:

"Hey, another person died last night, and the executioner threatened to kill two more people tonight."

"I know."

With mixed feelings in his heart, Lu Li replied casually, and immediately turned his gaze back to the newspaper, because he felt that, except for the murderer himself, probably no one knew more inside information than him.

【This murderer is extremely cunning, and his behavior is very cautious. There is absolutely no way to track him down. Perhaps, the police officers of Scotland Yard can only rely on luck to catch him】

After skimming through the meaningless "Times" in his hand, Lu Li changed to another newspaper and continued reading.

Before returning to the apartment to rest, he wanted to know what made the police have the confidence to suspend cooperation and switch to another line of investigation.

【Last night, plainclothes police found three witnesses】

[According to people familiar with the matter, at about nine o'clock the night before yesterday, a man named Kevin Rankin gathered two other local hooligans due to family disputes, and met to kill Martha Tablin together, but he came a step late. The murderer passed by face to face...]

[After a whole night of interrogation, the police basically confirmed the characteristics of Jack the Ripper: about forty years old, six feet tall, and his identity is very likely to be an Eastern European refugee]

"Huh, a refugee? A refugee who uses nine pounds as a bait. How rich!"

Lu Li pushed open the fence door and said a sarcasm, and he knew that the scoundrels of Scotland Yard were absolutely unreliable.