infinite death

"Sherlock Holmes!" Everyone was taken aback. Even if they hadn't read the novel, everyone knew the name of the most famous detective in the world.

After Zhu Jue heard the words, he even looked at the other middle-aged man beside Holmes: "So, you are the blind student who often finds the best points?"

"Ah, my name is Watson." Dr. Watson looked embarrassed, and then he asked Holmes, "Sherlock, are they all your friends? I haven't heard that you have anything to do with Orientals." comminicate."

"...We are also a little curious." Ma Shuangcheng said, "Why did you help us?"

"Observe, my friends, don't stop observing." Holmes pointed to his eyes, and then said, "I can tell from you that you... are you here for a certain vampire?"

"How do you know?" Ma Shuangcheng asked in surprise.

Holmes shook his head, and then said: "There are too many things to answer, but let's go to the murder scene together, maybe we can find some clues."

As he spoke, he motioned for everyone to follow him to check the female body.

"Hey, Chu Yuan." Zhu Jue whispered to Chu Yuan, "Aren't you an IQ of [-]? Tell me how that old poisonous bug recognized that we were looking for Dracula."

"My IQ is [-]!" Although Chu Yuan also lowered his voice, he still expressed dissatisfaction with Zhu Jue's evaluation of him.

"I'm sorry I overestimated your IQ." Zhu Jue apologized without sincerity, "Just tell me, otherwise how can you show your so-so IQ."

"You guys haven't even realized this, and it really is just the wisdom of ordinary people. The reason why our purpose was seen by him is actually very simple." Chu Yuan's expression seemed to indicate that he had completely understood, "That is . . . because he is Sherlock Holmes!"

"Zhu Jue... how did your friend get out of the hospital?" Linn tried to control his expression with a stiff face.

"Isn't his name Chu Yuan? Once he was wandering around the entrance of the inpatient department, and he was stopped by the new security guard and called the hospital to inquire about the situation. As a result, the hospital said, 'He is Chu Yuan!', and then the security guard let him go. I haven't seen him again." Zhu Jue shook his head, "This kid finally caused the security guard to lose his job, which is really worrying..."

"Are you qualified to say such things?" Linn complained, and then he still ignored the two patients, but followed Holmes and his party to check the murder scene.

"The name of the deceased was Catherine Eddos. She was 46 years old and had no fixed residence. She had been married twice and was now working as a warbler on Flower Street in Whitechapel. This is already the fifth such homicide within a few days. "The white-haired police officer looked at the corpse and said with a sigh.

"46 years old..." Zhu Jue couldn't help showing an unacceptable expression, "I don't want to go to the elderly at such an advanced age, but I still sell it..."

"Do you mind if I take a closer look at this corpse?" Holmes asked as he leaned his crutch against a wall and began to put on a pair of gloves. It seemed that he was not prepared to wait for a reply. No more action.Naturally, after Holmes showed the document, the police officer had no choice but to let Holmes act on his own.

Several other people also moved a little closer, carefully observing the corpse.The cause of the poor Catherine's death should be two huge wounds on her neck and abdomen. The murderer cut her throat with a knife in a familiar way, and at the same time opened her abdomen, and her intestines were pulled out Come out and throw it on her chest.And the skin all over her body was extremely pale.

Holmes looked at the wound on her abdomen, then turned to Hua Sheng and said, "John, come and have a look."

Hearing this, Watson also walked up. Although he felt a little disgusted by the corpse showing such a tragic appearance, his years of practicing medicine had made him used to this kind of scene, and when he was in the army in Afghanistan, the more tragic situation also I have seen them all.

Watson also took out a pair of gloves and put them on, opened the wound on Catherine's abdomen, then he immediately frowned, raised his head and said: "This woman's penis and a kidney are gone! From the method of removing organs Look, the murderer is definitely a man who is well versed in human anatomy...but what is he going to do with the penis and the kidneys?"

"In this case, we shouldn't overestimate the murderer's humanity." Holmes said with a frown.

Seeing this scene, Zhu Jue also shook his head: "...this murderer... has no taste. Kidneys are something that must be taken alive to taste..." But before finishing this sentence, Zhu Jue Linn next to him covered his mouth.

"Can you pay attention to the occasion when you speak!" Linn whispered in Zhu Jue's ear, "Do you want the police around to misunderstand that we are the murderers by saying that?"

"Speaking frankly is my strength." Zhu Jue said after opening Linn's hand.

"It seems that you have your own opinion on the fate of those organs?" Hearing Zhu Jue's previous Sherlock Holmes, he looked at Zhu Jue and said, "My opinion is similar to yours."

"Taste!" Zhu Jue said eagerly to Holmes, "Next time I come to China, I will treat you to a skewer!"

"That's unnecessary..." Holmes shook his head, and then continued to say to Watson, "John, look here again." He pointed to Catherine's neck, where a huge wound had cut her throat.

"A fatal throat slit," said Watson. "It appears to have taken the life of poor Miss Eddowes. The abdominal wound must have been opened after her death."

"Didn't you find anything wrong, John?" Holmes shook his head lightly. "If she died by cutting her throat, wouldn't there be too little blood nearby? And I don't see any signs of her struggling. .”

Only then did everyone realize that although there was indeed a lot of blood on the ground, because it was spread evenly, the amount of blood spilled was only three to four hundred milliliters, which was equivalent to the total blood reserve of only four liters in the human body. Said, this is not a big deal.

"There are no corpse spots on the surface of her body, which are formed by the blood stopping after death. This also shows that she died after losing a lot of blood." Holmes said, "But where did the blood go? went?"

Watson frowned. He carefully examined the two wounds again, and then said, "That's right...these two wounds were cut out with a knife after death. This wound on the neck... He wiped away the congealed blood on his neck with his glove, and found some traces near the incision wound, "This wound on the neck covers the other two smaller wounds, and those two wounds Something like a straw pierced through the arteries of Miss Eddos, and then sucked all the blood in her body..."

"You have discovered your blind spot, Watson." Holmes stood up, took off his blood-stained gloves, and said, "This murderer did not simply kill, but also took the blood from the victim. All blood. Do you know of any props of this size and shape that will not splash blood when pierced into the carotid artery of a human body, but will absorb all of it?"

"...No." Watson shook his head, "I have been a doctor for half my life, and I have never heard of such a prop."

"Really. Then it seems that we can come up with the answer." Holmes restarted and picked up the cane that was put aside, and tapped the ground under his feet lightly a few times.

"Sherlock, you mean..." Watson's frown deepened.

"Taking out all the impossibilities, what remains, however improbable, is the truth we're looking for."

"vampire!"

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