Chapter 153 Speechless
It was early in the morning, and it was still dark.
The city of fog had just experienced a night of blizzards, and the frozen soil was now covered with a thick layer of gray snow, as if the gray clouds in the sky had settled down.
The Big Ben, which also had the mission of protecting the Virgin Queen, had just struck six times. Douglas, who had become famous for solving several murders in recent times, yawned and walked into the blackened Sailboat and Tobacco Tavern.
Originally, this case should not have been his responsibility, but since Mr. Grayson had been promoted and Mr. Lestrade was busy with other vicious cases, this murder case that killed thirteen people in total fell on his head - all because of his recent achievements in solving murder cases, which attracted some unnecessary jealousy while his reputation was revealed, so those stingy and incompetent guys all recommended him to be in charge of this case.
But Douglas had already heard of the name of the Sailboat and Tobacco Tavern, and he knew that it was the property of the Burton Brothers Gang - it was obviously a vicious fight between gangs.
He walked around the charred corpses and charcoal that blocked his way and took out his newly bought pipe from his pocket. He recently liked the feeling of tasting nicotine with a pipe. It seemed that he could see the essence of things through the smoke as the smoke rose.
Douglas lit a match with his boots, lit the tobacco in the bowl, and took a deep puff of the cigarette holder. The familiar bitter taste of tobacco flowed into his mouth and filled his lungs, which made him feel refreshed.
He narrowed his eyes and looked carefully at the tragic scene in front of him. He immediately noticed the three charred corpses lying in front of the bar. Even though they had been smoked into semi-charcoal-like substances, it was difficult to hide their original strong bodies. It seemed that these were the low-level thugs responsible for watching the scene.
But at the same time, he also noticed the circular bullet holes in the center of the foreheads of the three charred corpses. Even though the three people were standing in different positions and had different heights when they were alive, the bullet holes could always accurately hit the center of their frontal bones.
Douglas didn't even need to use a ruler to measure, he knew that the three bullet holes must be located at the center of the three frontal bones, and the distance between the two ears was almost exactly the same!
"The murderer is a sharpshooter who never misses."
Douglas first made such a judgment, but unfortunately, the current Fog City, as the most advanced and developed city in the world, hides many talented warriors, and there are more masters with such accurate shooting skills than his ten fingers. He couldn't guess which gang the senior thugs were from for a while.
Is it Shelby from the Peaky Blood Gang? It is said that he is a war hero who retired from the army, and it is not surprising that he has such accurate shooting skills.
Or is it Chen's group of killers who don't wear braids? I heard that those guys are from a fanatical organization in the far east, good at burning, destroying, and killing all living things. It is simply an extremely dangerous assassination army!
Or is it the brother and sister of the Black Crow Gang? But I heard that they never liked to use firearms, especially Jacob. It is said that he was cruel and irritable by nature, and he liked to use metal knuckles to break the enemy's bones inch by inch, enjoying the crunching sound.
Or maybe...
Douglas's mind suddenly surged with many suspicious targets. After all, the Burton Brothers Gang had too many enemies in the city, and any gang might retaliate against them like this.
Why should our Scotland Yard care about the fighting between these gang members? ! Wouldn't it be better to let them fight each other and bleed, so that London can become quieter - instead of investigating the cause of death of these gang members, I might as well go back to read the new "London Illustrated News" this week.
But complaining is complaining, work still has to go on - at least the superficial work has to continue - Douglas exhaled two thick green smoke from his nostrils, and then walked towards the source of the fire, the back kitchen of the pub.
As soon as he came in, he smelled the particularly strong smell of barbecue, like the fried and roasted vegetables on the street.
The small kitchen was originally filled with a variety of ingredients, all of which were now roasted, mixed with the stench of corpses, and drilled into his nostrils unscrupulously. Even the aroma of tobacco could not cover up this disgusting and fragrant complex smell.
He looked at the three round black balls-like heads scattered on the ground, and saw that the fracture of the charred neck was unusually flat.
The only way to create such a neat plane incision is to cut it in two cleanly - the murderer is either an extremely strong muscular man or has an extremely sharp weapon.
Douglas is more inclined to believe that the murderer is a burly and strong experienced knifeman with a sharp blade, but if this line of thought is used, it seems that the only suspect left is Jacob of the Black Crow Gang - it is rumored that the other party is good at using all melee weapons, all weapons, whether it is a cane, a battle axe, a scimitar, or even a two-handed sword!
In a certain urban legend, someone claimed to have seen Jacob holding two sharp axes, rushing into a gang stronghold with dozens of guards alone, killing those who were covered in blood. When he walked out of the thick black smoke, he was just like the berserker in Viking mythology who became more and more courageous as the battle went on!
But Douglas once conducted a careful investigation on this matter and found that the source of this urban legend all came from what I had heard. I only saw it from a distance and was not sure. It should be probably like this... this type of thing Uncertain statement.
He knew that this matter must be just a simple urban legend - haha, how could someone really be able to kill dozens of guards with live guns and ammunition using only two short axes? Even the fleeting monster I met before couldn't withstand dozens of people taking turns shooting, right? !
But if we are talking about whether someone can cut off a human's neck quite neatly with a knife - Douglas completely believes this statement. He was born in a blacksmith family, and he has been helping to build weapons such as swords, axes and halberds for his family since he was a child. , he once witnessed a majestic customer who easily cut off a large tree as thick as an adult's waist while testing the knife. He was so scared that he hid in bed and cried all night. , after all, I loved to enjoy the shade under that tree when I was a child.
However, the fact that the customer was able to accomplish such a feat so easily seems to have something to do with the weapons forged by himself - Dad seems to have mastered some kind of secret forging method that has been passed down from ancient times to this day.
Every time he forged weapons for those mysterious customers and completed the important processes of hammering, hammering and quenching, he would hide in the secret room alone and complete the process. He would never allow himself to peek. What Qi's boy should know - this stubborn father is actually wary of his own son!
Douglas touched his new beard. It felt thick, hard and prickly.
After he scanned the scene thoroughly, he seemed to be unable to find any other suspicious points - the safe upstairs was also forcibly broken open. It was obvious that while the murderer was eradicating his opponents, he also had a hidden agenda. thought.
He returned downstairs and looked at the sparse crowd of onlookers. These were all gamblers without regular jobs. They must have been regular visitors to this sailing ship and tobacco tavern in the past.
So Douglas cleared his throat and shouted loudly: "When the murder happened last night, did anyone see the appearance of the murderer?!"
But after hearing the question, the group of gamblers turned their heads and looked at a guy leaning against the wall with his head lowered. After getting a nod from the other party, they all said in a hurry:
"Yes, yes, I saw it last night. The murderer was very tall. He was eight feet tall, and his shoulders were four feet wide. His arms were thicker than my thighs, and the hand holding the gun was bigger than my head. Even bigger—a little giant!”
"I also saw it. The murderer was tall and big, and his skin was as dark as coal. He must be one of those niggas who came from Africa!!!"
"What the hell are you talking about? Even though the murderer was wearing a mask, I could clearly see that the skin color at the corners of his eyes was white - the murderer was obviously a white man!"
"What the hell do you know? That's the war makeup of the Africans. They like to smear some white paint on their faces when killing people. In ancient times, it could also be used to scare prey. Do you understand history? ah?!!"
Douglas was speechless as he listened to the nonsense of this group of people - I might as well go back and read this week's new "Illustrated London News"!
However, the noisy crowd suddenly quieted down, and a low-key luxury carriage that clearly did not belong to East London was seen coming from the street.
The four-seater carriage stopped in front of the tavern, and a cold and beautiful lady came out of the carriage.
The gambler with a profound knowledge of history immediately shouted: "Oh my God, it's Miss Sherlock Holmes!!!"