Chapter 7 From Hell

King's College on the Thames.

Department of Medicine, Dissection Room No. 2, brightly lit.

"What do you see?"

"Professor Duke, judging from what you told in class, the deceased died between one o'clock and one thirty in the morning today."

"sure?"

"Well……"

The student in the white coat hesitated for a while, and finally said dawdly: "Not sure, the phenomenon of corpse spots will be affected by factors such as the environment, blood loss, delayed or advanced, or even non-existent."

"Professor, why are you looking at me?" The student dared not continue.

Seeing his uneasy face, Duke instantly thought of himself in high school, why bother being a scumbag.

However, since this morning, that scumbag Duke has disappeared, replaced by the youngest medical professor in Western history, Mr. Duke.

Although the whole process was bizarre, as a modern young man who is proficient in various online routines, Duke only struggled for a few seconds before thinking of the main god space and the nightmare space...

And two hours ago, a pleading letter from the Whitechapel District Police Station convinced Duke that his main mission was coming!

He quickly took a student and rushed to the dissection room.

"Bernard, you are very talented. Perhaps, modern forensic science depends on you to save you."

At this moment, Duke's passionate voice echoed in the dissecting room, resembling a priest in worship.

Unfortunately, there are only two listeners around.

One dead and one alive, the reactions are also different.

The lady lying on the dissecting table remained silent and protested with an unspeakable stench, while Bernard, who was highly praised by the instructor, was so excited that he couldn't hold it back. If he hadn't been rational, he would have yelled cried out.

"However, you are still far behind."

This sentence was like pouring cold water on his head. Bernard was in a trance, because, in his impression, professors were very stable, and there were very few people with such bad tastes.

"Okay, stop teasing you, start the autopsy immediately, put on the mask quickly, God knows how many germs there are on the deceased."

After finishing speaking, Duke restrained his emotions and took out with ease: gloves, puncture needle, hemostat, scalpel, pointed scissors, rectal thermometer, bone saw...

Bernard had never seen such a complete set of equipment, some of which he couldn't even pronounce.

"Professor, can we start?"

"Well, let's open it all up."

The duel between modern forensic science and the murderer is about to begin.

However, in the next second, the sound of vomiting came from the No. 2 dissecting room.

"Bernard, if you can't take it, go out first, and remember to close the door... 咲!"

"It's okay... just spit it out."

A few minutes later, the two put on new masks. Duke, who had inherited the memory of the forensic doctor, gradually became dignified, no longer jumping out as before.

Speaking for the dead is a task, but also a responsibility.

"Bernard, sometimes, there will be some errors in judging the time of death based on the degree of plaque."

"Besides, this lady has lost a lot of blood, so using this method won't have much effect."

Duke, who was wearing two layers of gloves, said while gently pressing the corpse spot with his fingers, only to find that the color had faded a little, and added: "So, the rectal temperature of the deceased needs to be measured."

"This task will be handed over to you, you must believe in yourself."

"ah?"

Before the student could speak, Duke handed over the thermometer and gave him an approving look.

...

Not long after, Bernard looked at Duke with resentful eyes: "Sir, the calculation result is out. If the formula you provided is correct, the deceased should have been killed at 11:30 last night."

"Understood, you go to wash your hands first, record all these, and then go find a pot, it's better to be bigger."

"By the way, coal is also needed."

After entering the state, Duke didn't even lift his head, and gave a casual order.

"What are you going to do?"

Bernard looked puzzled.

Hearing this, Duke put down the measuring ruler, picked up a bone saw, and said calmly: "The age of the deceased can be determined by the shape of the pubic symphysis. Therefore, I need to take out the pelvis and cook off some soft tissues that are in the way." .”

"Professor, are you Satan?"

In Bernard's eyes, his mentor had become an abomination, he quickly refused, and stepped forward to take the bone saw away.

"If other people know about this, I'm afraid both of us will go to prison!"

Wiping the blood foam splashed on his collar, Duke stood up and persuaded: "You have also read that letter, and you should know the whole story. The murderer is still at large. Perhaps, another dead soul will be added tonight. In such a situation, it is better to trust science than to rely on private investigators."

"Actually, there is nothing more comforting to the dead than catching the murderer. Besides, the letter said that I will have full control over the corpse."

"Well, I hope your theory works."

Two hours later, students passing by the building noticed smoke wafting from the windows of the autopsy room.

It was dark.

Whitechapel District, Police Station Branch.

Lu Li stood in the stone foyer, holding a coffee cup, thinking about how to identify the murderer, while the passing police officers avoided disturbing him for fear of disturbing him.

A wandering warbler, a man with a lot of money, how could the two have an intersection?

According to normal logic, there must be some kind of connection between the murderer and the victim.

However, anti-social characters were excluded, such as Jack the Ripper, but Lu Li, a normal person, could not put himself into the role of a lunatic no matter what.

"Mr. Detective, the deceased has been identified as Martha Tabrien, forty-one years old."

At this moment, Police Officer Wensley walked over quickly with a document in his hand. He seemed to be in a good mood, at least he wasn't stern.

"All the information detected by the plainclothes police is recorded on it, please take a look."

While receiving the document, Lu Li said in a deep voice, "Have you found out which guests she has received recently?"

"Well, there are currently two suspects, and the plainclothes have already gone to invite them over."

In the foyer, it was silent again, only the sound of documents turning pages.

Ten minutes later, a homeless man rushed in from the rain, shouting inarticulately:

"Another person died!"

"Letter! Letter to you!"

No one would have thought that a lunatic would rush into the police station, and by the time Wensley realized it, he had already run away, and the whole process definitely did not exceed thirty seconds.

For a moment, everyone looked at each other in blank dismay.

Not far away, two police officers on guard wearing black tarpaulins froze for a moment, and immediately chased after him.

Looking at the letter on the ground with the postmark of the skeleton, an ominous premonition enveloped everyone's hearts.

[To Detective Mr. Lu Li:

With your help, the Scotland Yard investigation is now on track, Tong said.

It's ridiculous!

I kill because I like to kill, and I hate Liu Ying the most in my life, and I will insist on punishing their actions.

By the way, the woman who died this time didn't even have a chance to cry, and next time, I will give you some souvenirs!

Tomorrow night, my knife will make trouble again, let it enjoy itself!

Try to catch me, huh, ha ha!

Last signature: Jack the Ripper, From Hell]