Chapter 6 Waiting Period

Twelve noon.

East London, Whitechapel.

As the carriages drove in, this dark alley became extremely lively.

"Give way, let's all disperse!"

"We will notify everyone when necessary, and publicize the case to all sectors of society. Now please don't gather here to hinder the handling of the case."

Outside the isolation line, more than a dozen police officers waved red-painted warning sticks to signal the group of newspaper reporters holding sketchbooks to stay away.

Not far away, in the middle of the alley, an old man wearing tortoiseshell glasses is instructing his subordinates how to carry out the investigation: "Send a few teams of plainclothes to a nearby tavern that does dirty business and ask, who disappeared last night, with a height of 5.5 feet or so, and a silk bonnet."

After finishing speaking, he paused, staring at the deceased and added: "I liked to wear a slutty black inner skirt when I was alive."

"Got it, Mr. Vincent."

"Old man, it's going to rain, you go back to the office for coffee first, we will definitely get things done."

Three high-ranking police officers raised their hands and saluted the old man with a respectful look, because the old gentleman in front of him was the remodeler of Scotland Yard——

Eleven years ago, some high-level people colluded with criminals to set up a gambling house and were exposed. Among them, four of the five detective departments went to court for trial.

In order to repair the damaged reputation of the police, Harvard Vincent reorganized Scotland Yard and established a criminal investigation department to deal with major cases.

In the end, Scotland Yard regained the trust of London citizens, and as the advocate and implementer of the bill, Mr. Vincent was respected as a matter of course.

However, as he grew older, the old man became more and more irritable. In the face of everyone's flattery, he bluntly said: "You bastard, what kind of office are you going back to? I should have stuffed your heads in the toilet and woke up one time."

"Didn't you tell me when you reported the case to me that the case was complicated and you couldn't find a breakthrough? Why did Mr. Lu Li find the clues in only half an hour!"

The more the old man talked, the more angry he became, the more he felt that he had to fire some guys.

However, for Lu Li who was standing not far away in a daze, he didn't care about other people's flattery. After all, a passerby who can only stay here for five days doesn't need to care about fame or money.

In addition to solving the case, everything is a cloud.

tick tock...

The smog shrouded the city all day long, the sky was so gray that the sun could not be seen, and the thick fog brewed all morning, and finally it rained at noon.

"Sir, this matter is thanks to you. Otherwise, we at Scotland Yard would have to fiddle around for a while before we can get on the right track."

At this time, Vincent, who had finished explaining his business, walked over quickly holding an umbrella.

"You are overrated."

Lu Li was not interested in dealing with a strange old man. Even though the relationship between the two of them had always been good in memory, he still felt uncomfortable.

"Go to lunch together?"

"Sorry... I don't have much appetite."

In a few words, Lu Li successfully killed a topic.

At this time, Vincent also saw that he was not interested in talking, and said in a gentle voice: "Well, if there is any progress in the case, I will send someone to contact you. It is raining outside, so take this umbrella."

"Also, don't forget to eat something."

"Well, sorry for your trouble..."

Lu Li said something vaguely.

Seeing such a disgusting scene, who is in the mood to eat? At least he has made up his mind that he will not eat steak with blood in the next few days.

Not long after, Vincent drove away in a carriage. Judging from the direction, it should be Whitehall Street.

After all, as the chief officer of a department, it is impossible for the old man to devote all his energy to a murder case. If it weren't for the bad influence of the case, and the sheriff of the district declared that he was unable to solve the case, he probably wouldn't even write an invitation letter.

...

Time passed slowly, and the rain was still pattering non-stop. Not only did it not show signs of stopping, but it became more violent.

The mud and blood were washed down the sewer together, and the unspeakable stench made Lu Li cover his nose.

"Steady!"

"Quick, add another layer."

At this time, Wensley's voice came from the alley.

At this moment, he was organizing manpower to wrap the woman's corpse firmly in an oilcloth. It seemed that he planned to take her back to the police station and ask the doctor to help him dissect it.

"Mr. Detective, where are you going? To the police station together, or shall I send you back to Baker Street?"

In fact, Wensley had been paying attention to Lu Li, and when he saw him cast his gaze over, he immediately responded. It's a pity that this guy's voice was a bit loud, and the newspaper reporter who was guarding outside the cordon heard it.

For a while, the shouts continued.

"Wizard of the Far East, come and have a chat!"

"Sir, I can ask you two questions at most, as long as I can communicate with the editor-in-chief when I go back."

Wizard of the Far East, Savior of Scotland Yard, Lord Hawkeye... These extremely secondary titles are all nicknames given to Yuan by this group of unscrupulous writers.

Facts have proved that a slap does not make a sound.

In his memory, Yuan Bo was a guy with a great desire for performance, eager to be sought after, so every time he helped the police solve a case, he would take the initiative to accept interviews.

However, this has nothing to do with the current Lu Li. He glanced at the newspaper reporter who was waving at him, ignored him, and walked straight to the police convoy: "Go to the Whitechapel District Police Station, do you have a place for idlers?"

"Of course, the police station was just expanded the year before last, so there are plenty of rooms."

Wensley went up to meet him, but while speaking, he secretly gestured to his colleagues who were guarding the cordon.

The leader understood instantly, led more than a dozen subordinates to line up, and turned his back to the alley, blocking the sight of the newspaper reporter with his body.

After all, if the detectives are famous, it means that Scotland Yard is incompetent. The reason is very simple. If they are really capable, why should they ask for outside assistance.

What's more, reporters always like to exaggerate the facts and use gimmicks to make money, but they don't care about the reputation of Scotland Yard's painstaking efforts.

A few minutes later, everything was ready, the body was wrapped in two layers of oilcloth, and loaded into the last carriage.

In front of the line, Lu Li shook the water droplets on the umbrella, lowered his head and got into the spacious compartment, looked at Wensley and asked, "What are your plans next?"

"Send plainclothes police to find out the identity of the deceased, send the body to a trusted doctor for autopsy, and clarify the time and cause of death."

Wensley spread his hands, he was also very impatient, eager to arrest the murderer as soon as possible.

But what makes people feel helpless is that the next work is very cumbersome. Although there is no need to order anything (the police officer knows what to do), but you have to spend time and wait patiently.

Send it to the doctor for autopsy?

Lu Li was taken aback for a moment, and then asked with surprise, "Is there no medical examiner in the Whitechapel area?"

"Originally there was one, but unfortunately, some time ago, I resigned to open a clinic in Atlantic City."

"Okay, is there a suitable candidate?"

"Professor Duke, I wonder if you have heard of this name. He is currently a professor of medicine at King's College."

After the words fell, the figure of a man with a cropped head appeared in Lu Li's mind.