The continuous drizzle has not stopped from last night until now, and it has been falling differently.

The foggy city, the looming London, is probably another day when the gloomy, gloomy atmosphere has been shrouded. People rush through the streets with umbrellas or ride through the rain in horse-drawn taxis.

Looking through an umbrella or a car window at the foggy sky, you feel like you're surrounded by fog, and you can feel the dampness brought by the tactile moisture.

Inspector Lestrade was a thin, detective-like man, who was supposed to be a yellow-faced, sturdy man like a horn dog when he had just dealt with Sherlock Holmes and Dr. Watson.

However, after becoming a detective, he can see the kind of self-satisfaction and confidence that he can see from his appearance, actions, and clothing.

He sat on the other side of a carriage, talking to the two people opposite him with a little headache, and as if he had thought of some chilling scene, he couldn't help but shiver—

Of course, it may also be that the weather is cold and damp today, and he is not dressed thick enough.

"Honestly...... I've been in this business for so many years, and I've never seen such a vicious and terrible criminal. ”

Inspector Lestrade sighed and said, the old man who was about ten years older than Sherlock Holmes looked quite ugly.

"Early this morning, we received a report of the crime, rushed over and saw the scene...... I'm still feeling like throwing up, and I have to admit that this time it beat any case I've ever seen. ”

"How's that?"

Dr. Watson glanced at Holmes with his pipe in his mouth, and then asked.

"Sherlock, he's been thinking about the previous cases for the past few days, don't worry, he didn't get distracted."

He didn't wonder if Inspector Lestrade was exaggerating, this one could still be trusted, and a great detective like Sherlock Holmes wouldn't say how good his relationship with the official organization was, or should he say the opposite.

Because the more capable, particularly capable, and worthy of the value of the remuneration given by the employer, the more the incompetence and mediocrity of the official police force will be contrasted, as if they are a group of living and wasting air, and even if they are combined, they will not be able to increase their combat effectiveness.

In particular, a great detective like Sherlock Holmes, who is famous in related fields, is so talented that it is equivalent to the highest adjudication organ of detectives, so he naturally attracts a lot of hate, hostility, rejection, and disgust.

If it weren't for the fact that he always likes to hide in the corner silently, never publicizes, and is unwilling to reveal his great achievements, so his reputation is only spread among the relevant people, and is not openly publicized to the public, and to a large extent reconciles the contradictions, he will probably suffer unimaginable hostility and malicious attacks......

Don't underestimate waste and rice buckets, maybe they are indeed only more incompetent in the positions and fields they should be responsible for, not the most incompetent.

But when they choose to vent their malice and incompetent rage to retaliate against others, they will often become as insidious as they can be, as ruthless as they can be, and as crazy as they can be.

It's really suspicious that the reason why they behaved so incompetently in their work before was because they didn't find their own position?

Maybe their talent dictates that they are actually born criminal reserves? It is impossible to create value for the society, it is impossible to create value for the society in this life, and only causing damage to the society is their true ability......

And Inspector Lestrade, an official figure, and Sherlock Holmes's friendship in this case are somewhat valuable.

The official detective had been working with Sherlock Holmes for a considerable period of time, a collaboration that began in the early days of Holmes' opening, when Holmes was still living on Montag Street instead of Baker Street, and Dr. Watson had not yet arrived.

Lestrade was also a regular clerk patrolling the streets, not a detective, until a few years ago, when his strength brought him to a high position in Scotland Yard.

The relationship between the two has continued, not to mention how close it is, but at least it is not estranged.

“…… The five victims, all of whom had their left legs cut off by a saw, bleed to death...... And the skin on his chest has been peeled off, and it looks like the man from the other day did it......"

Inspector Lestrade smiled wryly, thought for a moment, and then answered Dr. Watson's question. By the way, he also turned his gaze slightly, looking at the great detective who had a pipe in his mouth but did not light it.

Sure enough, after hearing that this incident was related to an unknown criminal he was obsessed with, Holmes no longer looked at the hazy fog and drizzle outside the car window, but turned his head.

"The left leg was sawn off, and the skin on the chest was stripped off...... Is that all there is to it? ”

Dr. Watson asked with a slight frown, as if slightly uncertain.

"But even if it's really a good thing that the guy did a few days ago, it doesn't mean anything, right? …… Or is it only possible to prove at most that in addition to peeling, he also has a hobby of sawing man's left leg? ”

Shouldn't this be a case that even the well-informed Inspector Lestrade would find unacceptable? He should have seen more vicious and vicious incidents many times.

What's so special about this case, how can He De be worthy of him saying that he has defeated all the cases he has seen? If that's the case, it's definitely not worth his hurried early morning visit to 221B Baker Street!

"Doctor Watson, you won't understand, and I can't explain it to you, unless you've been to the scene yourself, you can't understand the horror of this......" Inspector Lestrade sighed, his face even more ugly.

Then he turned his head to look out the window: "Ah, here we are." ”

As his words fell, the carriage slowed down.

Seeing that the place of the crime was in the mixed East End of London, whether it was Sherlock Holmes or Dr. Watson, they were not very surprised.

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There is no greater danger in London than in the East End. It is close to the wharf, and the inhabitants are mostly poor and immigrants from coolie backgrounds, and the streets are narrow and densely populated, making it a crowded slum.

Thieves and murderers, dirty deeds and criminal activities, all the ugliness of this huge city can be easily found here, and sensational cases have brought some of London's East End streets into disrepute, and even the alleys next to police stations and churches are dangerously high.

It can be said that East London is a breeding ground for evil.

But this is also a normal thing, and if the dirty and slum-like East End of London is not a hotbed of ugliness, is it still the safe streets inhabited by the gentry class and patrolled by the police that are the places where criminals revel?

As always, there were a large number of ordinary people at the scene of the crime who were watching strongly, and soon even reporters rushed to the scene after receiving the news.

As I said before, because of the explosion of all kinds of true crime news, it was the daily life of the people of Victorian London to read information about all kinds of cases from the newspapers and discuss the gossip news...... Therefore, no newspaper will miss such an opportunity.

Especially this time, they obtained relevant information through their own channels, and they were keenly aware that someone had made a big news this time.

- For others, this is a terrible and tragic case, but for them, it is just a piece of news that represents newspaper sales and represents ...... Money!

That's the most important thing, and the rest is not in their minds, and if they want to say high-sounding words about morality, humanity, emotion, etc., of course they will say it, but it has to be on the pages of their newspapers where their sales have soared.

"It's really...... That murderer was definitely the most deranged madman I've ever met. ”

After examining the scene, Dr. Watson finally turned ugly, and he glanced back at the dense "nails" on the ceiling, which were all bright and sharp blades, making the roof look like a heavy, upside-down nail bed.

The corners of his mouth twitched, and he only felt a tingling pain on his scalp, and walked quickly to the exit.

When he first arrived at the scene, he still felt a little sick to his stomach because of all kinds of stains and stenches on the floor and walls of the toilet, which now seems too naïve! If it hadn't been for Holmes's reminder, he probably wouldn't have noticed the deadly killing machine on the ceiling in the first place.

And when he inspected the scene and inspected the corpses, he still felt that he was disturbed, and he was always worried about whether the things on it would fall off and make a hole in his head.

No wonder no police officer wants to stay in here, like if he's not a fool, he won't stand under a dangerous wall that won't know when it will collapse.

"Never count on the humanity of murderers, if they really had that kind of thing, they wouldn't do such a thing, Watson......" Holmes's expression was also a little wrong, "God only made flesh, gold and jade, and ruined it." ”

Next, the two squeezed through the crowd outside, returned to the cab, and followed Inspector Lestrade to the police station.

Although they know the general ins and outs, they always listen to other people's dictations, and just that alone makes them feel creepy.

And it wasn't until the two of them listened to the recording of the sound spectrometer that was seized and placed in the police station that they realized more clearly how crazy a pervert the criminal was-

It is impossible to imagine the despair and fear of the five victims at that time, reaching into the highly corrosive acid and being forced to cut off their legs by themselves in a state of sobriety...... In the end, it is inevitable to die.

They were probably all frightened crazy, and their will was destroyed, and two of them insisted on completely sawing off their left legs before dying, but all of them died of blood loss.

Everyone's death was horrible, probably in the midst of a handful of snot and tears, a broken scream or curse and rage, and the final freeze frame was hideous and distorted.