I Have 48 Hours a Day

Zhang Heng did not know where Sherlock Holmes had gone. Instead, he found some tricks that had a good relationship with the three victims before, and restored the trajectories of the three victims' lives from their lives.

Zhang Heng finally locked his eyes on a man named Mark Cohen.

He is a Jewish doctor active in the Whitechapel generation, but he is not a qualified doctor registered by the Central Medical Board. Of course, the true qualified doctors rarely serve witches.

Those pampered physicians will not say anything. The three major levels of Chinese physicians have always been the first level, claiming to be gentlemen. However, with the rise of surgeons and pharmacists, physicians are constantly losing leadership, especially when After pharmacists gradually transformed into general practitioners, they are working with surgeons to actively promote the reform of the British medical system and strive for more rights ... but even for general practitioners, the number of eastern districts is not large, let alone to the most The bottom witch serves.

It is precisely because of this that there is a living soil for people like Mark Cohen.

In a sense, he has a role similar to that of a general practitioner. He basically looks at everything, and is also responsible for midwifery and some gynecological diseases. This is why Zhang Heng will focus on him.

The witches' evaluation of him is more complicated. On the one hand, his fees are very low. Although there is nothing magical about it, he can still play some role, but many witches say that when he is with him, It will be very uncomfortable, especially his eyes, when his eyes fall on you like he is stared at by a snake.

Zhang Heng inquired about Mark Cohen's residence and rushed there before sunset.

The smell here is not very good, there is a pigsty not far away, there are chicken dung everywhere on the road, women are washing clothes by the sewage, a few smoked black men should be boilers in a nearby factory Workers are coming from a distance.

It didn't take long for Zhang Heng to find the doctor's apartment, but when he knocked on the door, there was no response.

Zhang Heng glanced at the lock on the door, and found that it was only the simplest one, basically he could only guard against gentlemen, so Zhang Heng glanced around again, seeing that no one noticed this, quietly picked with the knife on his body The door was unlocked.

The smell inside the door was worse than the outside. It was a special smell mixed with sweaty smell and rotten taste. Zhang Heng frowned and pulled out the revolver around his waist.

As a result, there was a pool of blood on the ground just two steps away. There was almost no furniture in the apartment. There was only a bed, a wardrobe, and a dining table. Socks and dirty clothes were thrown everywhere. Zhang Heng walked along the bloodstain. In front of a curtain, a pair of boots can be seen through the gap under the curtain.

Zhang Heng didn't open the curtain, but stabbed directly with a small knife in his right hand. The blade easily tore the fabric, but fell behind behind the curtain.

A false alarm? The boot was still on the ground, so it seemed that it was only placed by its owner.

Zhang Heng quickly opened the curtain with the other hand and saw a place similar to a simple consultation room. There were two stools and a small workbench. The most noticeable one was undoubtedly one of the workbenches. Bloody organ.

The blood and stink on the ground came from here, and at this moment a flock of flies was enjoying it.

Zhang Heng's first reaction was to find the part of Bernice's uterus and abdomen that was lost in the third murder. In this way, he would have locked the killer, but the next moment when he walked to the table When I look closely, I find that the shape and size of the above things are not like human uterus, but more like some kind of animal.

Zhang Heng thought of the pigpen he saw on the roadside before.

In addition, he also saw a note on the table. Zhang Heng opened the note and turned two pages. He found that the above records were fragmentary. Most of them were life chores and some medical research. , But the content changed when I turned to the back, I can see that people who write things become more and more impatient.

Not only did the handwriting become more and more scribbled, but the content also began to change. It was more related to the swindlers. He was complaining that he made less money, and complained that the swindlers always pretended to be pitiful here. From the notes, A month ago, he seemed to have clashed with two wizards. One of them ran his pocket watch while he was seeing a doctor. Mark Cohen chased it out, and was tripped by another wizard to the ground and fell off. Got a tooth.

Zhang Hengzheng wanted to continue watching, but at this time came the sound of opening the door behind him. Zhang Heng shoved the notes into his arms. The visitor also opened the door. Hearing footsteps seemed to be more than one person, but two.

This surprised Zhang Heng, but it didn't affect his plan.

Zhang Heng can now jump directly through the window and walk away, but when he cut the curtain with a knife, the road was actually ruled out by him. UU reading www.uukanshu.com because once Mark Cohen found his residence was taken After moving, he will definitely run away in the first place, not to mention that Zhang Heng even took away his notes.

So Zhang Heng simply chose to grab the target directly here and send it to the police station.

He hid behind the curtain, listening to the footsteps approaching, and at the same time calculating in his heart, waiting for one of them to reach out to lift the curtain, his knife was also handed out, Zhang Heng could see the astonishment on the target's face and the panic in his eyes. Zhang Heng closed his hand at the moment of the moment.

Another police officer also pulled out a pistol at the waist.

Zhang Heng raised his hand, dropped the weapon in his hand, and signaled that he was not malicious.

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An hour later Holmes also came to the police station. He knocked on the floor with his cane and looked at Zhang Heng behind the iron fence with interest. "They planned to let you out half an hour ago, but I asked them to close again. For a while, so that you can experience what I felt before. "

"Did you tell the police to ask them to catch Mark Cohen?" Zhang Heng asked.

"Yes, in fact, he was caught by the police before you went to the witch doctor's house. The two police officers went to collect evidence." Holmes laughed. Win, I can finally think about what the opera is about. "

"I don't think so," Zhang Hengwang said to Holmes, "you caught the wrong person."

"Caught the wrong person?" Holmes raised an eyebrow.

"You haven't interrogated Mark Cohen."

"That's good, but I heard Lestrade say that he was confessed to being a murderer as soon as he was brought down by the police."

"He admits that it's useless," Zhang Heng said, pulling the notebook out of his arms and shaking it. "If you question him, you will know that his spirit is out of order."