big devil holmes

Chapter 7 Research on Scarlet Characters ([-])

The plasma all over the ground had solidified, and a white corpse looked particularly dazzling.

Even in the dim light, it can still be seen that the dead lady has a fascinating snow-white skin, a head of blond hair without mottled colors, slender limbs, full breasts, and the delicate face that hangs down the street girls in the lower city.

However, such a beautiful body was cut open from the chest, the huge gap extended to the lower abdomen, the skin and flesh were opened, revealing the empty blood cavity inside, and the limbs were also covered with shocking huge wounds.

Sherlock just looks at it
He didn't come close to observe, let alone say a word.

A full 20 seconds passed.
Deacon Bader's high brows frowned slightly, and the sheriff at the side even thought that this guy couldn't be fooled by the bloody scene.

At this moment, Sherlock finally made a move. He was very unqualified, and threw the cigarette butt he had smoked into the gap between the knees of the steam armor beside him:
"Where are the clothes?" He asked without beginning or end.

"What?"

"The clothes of the dead." Sherlock looked around again: "I didn't see the clothes of the dead."

"This" the magistrate hesitated slightly.

"The scene of the crime has not been touched by anyone. There was no clothes at the beginning. It should have been taken away by the murderer." Catherine walked over at some point, she answered, and looked at Sherlock blankly. : "The duty of these sheriffs is only to protect the scene. They don't know the details of the murder. If you want to know anything, you can ask me."

Sherlock showed a rare gentlemanly demeanor: "Thank you, beautiful lady."

"You don't need to thank me, I don't like you, I just hope you can quickly find the murderer." She did not hide the indifference in her tone: "I hope your ability will not be as inferior as your quality. "

Maybe it was because the class gap was too huge, Catherine didn't want to hide her dislike for the detective in front of her at all, but it was also because the class gap was too big, she didn't embarrass him because of her dislike.

This commoner is not yet qualified to be embarrassed by a trial nun.

So she just dismissed it, but she was extremely serious and told the other party all the clues she got.

As for Sherlock, he naturally would not have any resistance to this. He is not stupid, and he will not look forward to some kind of cross-class intersection like the sheriff behind him.

He knew what he should do, and he also knew that he came here, but he just wanted to try this case about the Holy See, whether it could bring him some novelty
Of course, since the Holy See has chosen him, he can come whether he wants to or not.

In short, he listened to the clues from Catherine very calmly.

One speaks, one listens.

In this way, this pair of men and women with a huge disparity in status showed a strange tacit understanding at this time.

After a few minutes.
Sherlock finally frowned in embarrassment and said, "You basically haven't found anything."

Catherine remained expressionless: "I told you before that the fewer people who know about this matter, the better. If we want to call the people from the trial court, why should we find you a private detective to handle this matter? "

"It makes sense." Sherlock wasn't depressed at all, instead he let out a bright smile, and then walked into the alley alone.

Catherine and Deacon Badr exchanged glances, followed slowly; as for the little old priest, since he got off the carriage, he has been standing still, like a statue, if he gets close , and even faint snoring can be heard.

In the alley, the figures of several people divided the light of the gas lamp into fragmented patches.

Sherlock stepped over the muddy blood stains, bent down, picked up a piece of minced meat, and glanced at it in the dim light:
"A cut piece of liver, such a fragile tissue can be cut so neatly, the murderer's skill is pretty good."

His words were not addressed to someone, but a habitual soliloquy.

"A sternal manubrium is connected with two ribs, and the cut surface is also neat." He picked up another bone and said, "This kind of dissection and dissection should not be completed in a short time. Judging from the degree of blood coagulation, the death time is It was around 5 o'clock in the morning today. By the way, why did the murderer suddenly become so obsessed with the number [four]?"

"Four?" Catherine asked a little puzzled.

"Yeah, this guy cut almost everything he can into four pieces." As he spoke, he picked up a few pieces of minced meat, skillfully assembled a whole lung lobe, and then put it in the open body of the corpse. in the chest cavity.

"What are you doing?" Deacon Badr, who had been silent all this time, finally spoke. His voice was not loud, and he couldn't hear any disgust. However, the scarlet notice was strangely revealing a great sense of oppression.

Most of the deacons of the Judgment Division are contractors, and they have reached the second stage. After all, only those with strong power can be competent for those cruel and dangerous tasks.

However, Sherlock didn't panic because of this oppressive feeling, and the movements of his hands didn't stop at all:
"Sorry, Mr. Bardell. I know this is a bit disrespectful to your wife, but the murderer should have left us some clues. Look here."

He spoke very quickly, pointing to a section of freshly coiled intestines and said: "A very shallow wound that runs through from top to bottom. After the murderer opened his chest and abdomen, he did not rush to chop it up, but cut the internal organs with a knife. There are some traces."

With just a few words, Sherlock has already put together the chopped internal organs all over the floor.

The magistrate stood at the entrance of the alley and watched from afar, hesitating to speak several times.

He had an uncomfortable thought in his mind: a normal person, even a doctor, would not be able to put together the chopped internal organs so skillfully.

Could it be that this civilian detective in the lower city often cuts internal organs, practice makes perfect?

"All right."

After 2 minutes, Sherlock put all the rest
And among the fragmented and uneven internal organs, one can really see a series of knife marks vaguely.

"YES?"

Deacon Badr's vision is obviously different from that of ordinary people. Under such a dim light, he can recognize the traces between the patchwork organs extremely quickly.

A bloody word drawn between internal organs with a sharp knife——YES.

(End of this chapter)