Big trouble. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 When the info saw the face on the information, the girl and the girl looked at each other, and they both saw the distressed look on each other's faces. Although there was no evidence for it, Sherlock thought that this conjecture was unreasonable, but now a new problem stood in her way. How do they gather evidence to prove it all - the suspect they find based on their suspicion is John Connor, who is busy clearing the name of Dior, who is sipping coffee here.

Often lingering in Whitechapel, although there is nothing particularly inappropriate in his private life, but according to the size of the eyewitness's oral statement, as well as John's own identity as a biogenetic engineering researcher, he has become the number one suspect among the girls, and he has a lot of involvement in the Raven Man incident, it is not easy to clear him of the suspect's crimes. First of all, you have to consider the alibi, the crime occurred in the middle of the night, John may have stayed in the research room to study something, but when Dio asked Yuru to contact the National Research Institute for verification, the response was that John had not been to the research room except for dealing with the Raven Man incident.

John Connor, twenty-three, the eldest son of the Connor family, had been involved in a brawl in a small village near Liverpool, with Dio present at the time. Hugh Hudson graduated from the law school, studied biogenetic engineering, and worked at the National Research Institute. Even if he did do such a thing, he would not be convicted in the absence of any evidence to prove that he committed the murder. The prosecutor-turned-lawyers of the Public Prosecutor's Office can be said to be helpless against this situation, and the only means is to mobilize the 'common people' to guide public opinion.

But that's also a situation where there is any means to prove that he is the murderer, not to mention verification at this stage, the girls don't even know whether Jack the Ripper is a man or a woman, and they only hope that the "D-10" newcomers who Dior sent out to 'exercise' not long ago. Fortunately, Zhu Yuanfang threw a member of the former West Factory over, and criminal cases are their forte. Before any results can be reached, Sherlock has no choice but to look at the collected evidence, and Dio has to join the "D-10" search team.

"How likely do you think it is?" Sherlock pondered for a moment, then glanced at the map of London, "Based on the information we know so far, John Connor is only a suspect. We are missing something decisive, evidence, and his motives. ”

"The cases are concentrated in the White Parish, and if a motive can be found, I dare to assert that at least he is in the know," Dior said decisively. The motives he would have are not hard to imagine. Wouldn't we and the police be like headless flies if we were to disguise human modification research and lack of living subjects, as long as they were disguised as homicides?"

In fact, "Jack.the.Ripper", the story of Jack the Ripper, Dior told John. Events that should not have happened during this time period, or even would not have happened at all, happened, and it is hard to imagine that it was just a coincidence that the crime was deliberately chosen to commit the crime during this period. The maiden did not tell the young man that the story was in the future of England, but only the story of the legendary 'sinner'. At first, she kept prevaricating Sherlock because of this incident, but gradually she found some problems.

If it was really John's doing, John, who also loved literature, would have gone to find information about Jack the Ripper first, but it was impossible to find... Jack the Ripper of this world is not in anyone's sight at all. This was also the reason why Dio was convinced that John was at least the Blade, and he relayed the story to someone, who carried out a series of murders disguised as murders, imitating the legendary prisoner he had described as a murderer. If John hadn't spoken out, there wouldn't have been a third person in the world who knew about Jack the Ripper.

There is no reason for this to convince Sherlock, but as long as you investigate John, you can find some clues, and maybe you can find out the forces behind the Raven Man incident. Not just the National Academy of Sciences, but a huge collection of powers, not even Britain, not just this twilight European empire. Behind everything, a terrible machine quietly carrying a puppet line and playing everyone between applause... It will also be Dio's biggest enemy - the guys who have repeatedly interfered in Dio's affairs, canceled the mercenary department of the Hunter Department, prevented her from getting close to the Queen of England, used Dio to sabotage Avar's organization, and kept frustrating her calculations.

"I see. Sherlock suddenly opened his mouth and surprised Dior, but Miss Detective didn't care, she picked up the information blankly. There was no joy on his face, but a very heavy look.

"The victims were all prostitutes who had left the family, drank too much, and had bad supplies. The reason why we now have so few clues in our hands, and nothing that can be called evidence, is simple. These prostitutes belong to the kind of people who don't know when they die and no one cares, they don't have friends who come and go often, they don't have any feelings for their former families, they don't even care when they die, if they don't have corpses on the street, but they are locked in their rooms, maybe we can only find out that they are dead when the corpses stink and the souls of the dead have gone mad... Why did you put the corpse on the street? Obviously with such a skillful modus operandi, he chose to start when our manpower was weak, and there was no trace, even if there were witnesses who did not know the appearance of the murderer, but they did not dispose of the corpse at all?"

The victim showed no signs of struggle. This means that the killer can take the victim elsewhere and then brutally kill him, and have plenty of time to dispose of the body. In the crowded White Parish, there was still plenty of time to autopsy the murderer, but the body was not disposed of. From the point that the victim has no traces of struggle, the pleasure offender can also be excluded to a certain extent, so...

"Why did you deliberately let us find the body? Why did you deliberately send a letter to CNA to show that you were the murderer? Regardless of personal feelings, the purpose of this behavior is to let people discover what they have done. Why do you pick these lowest-level cheap prostitutes to do it? And why do you carry out meaningless 'torture and killing' when the victim is unconscious? No one will worry if you die, if you can sell your body for money, then you can also sell your soul and ... Life. And the purpose..."

"Are you thinking they did it voluntarily?" Dior opened his mouth.

"The people who contacted you, Dior, are now understaffed, let them investigate the deceased's people who were even slightly closer, no matter how long ago, anyone, to see if anyone has received a large sum of money. All it takes is this one piece of shard... Even if you force them to say it, I'm afraid they'll be killed!"

Sherlock said anxiously.

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"Really, once you sit in this position, you will command people all day long. ”

Daria kept complaining, and Zi Bu from the West Factory was silent behind her, and it was a common practice to act in pairs during the search of the West Factory. Of course, Daria, who was born in KGB, doesn't care if she has teammates or not, but her investigation ability is really low, although she is active as an agent, her task is generally only to assassinate and investigate, like this kind of detective-like work, she can only play the role of an observer.

“... It's the same everywhere in the slums. Zi Buyu looked around and nodded.

There was no mess to be seen, and there was no garbage piled up everywhere, but the stench from the crammed garbage cans somewhere reminded the two of them that this place was not a glamorous human society, but a perpetually filthy sewer beneath its gorgeous exterior. Many of the people who live here have never even seen neon lights, and their lives are always nothing but constant thunderstorms. Every winter, frozen corpses can always be found here.

"Ah, here comes our boss. Daria tilted her head and glanced behind her.

Dio came to the two of them with a blank face and glanced at the low building in front of them. Without glancing at the two people next to her, she pushed open the half-hidden creaking wooden door and strode inside. In the dim light of the oil lamp was a slightly older woman, with her back to Dior, as if unaware of Dior's arrival, pinching a dirty piece of cloth and trying to wipe a mirror that had been split in half. When she looked through the mirror and saw the person behind her, she turned around with a slight tremor as if she had just woken up from a dream.

“... I'm sorry, I haven't had a guest here for a long time, you're here to find Martha... She's gone. As you can see, I don't have anything here. ”

"Martha Tabulen has no relatives or friends, her mother died four years ago," Dio snorted coldly and kicked over the crumbling round table beside him, "It seems that I am a step too late, and it should be the disgusting man who deceived Martha Tabulen here." Maybe he's sunk into the sea by now, and I'd like to say he deserves it, but..."

Dio pulled out the gun suddenly, and before anyone could react, the muzzle of the gun was already pressed against the woman's brow, although the wrinkled face was full of fear, but that kind of expression, Dio, who was also from the sewers, had seen too much.

"Tell me a joke. The first person I ever saw such a look on me was an old lady in prison, and I wondered at first why she was in prison, but when she was released, she used my insignificant sympathy to steal 10 pence from me, and I starved for almost two days. So I asked the bakery's son's son to give me 6pence and threw it to the old lady, plus the money she stole from me to buy two brioche breads. Then I had the bakery's son stuff half a penny into the brioche she bought, and she ate the coin with it because of the ugly eating appearance as I thought, and she choked to death, funny, right?. When she died, I threw the remaining half penny on her grave, and human life was cheap, and it didn't take much to make it go to you—just a little more than her life, which was not worth a few dollars, and then hide the truth a little. ”

It's time to put away your disgusting expression, Dio said, the fear on the middle-aged woman's face gradually disappeared, and her cloudy eyes looked at Dio with a slight smile.