When everyone arrived in the carriage to the place of Martha's death, in a slum near the Whitechapel, it was already six o'clock in the afternoon, and it was only an hour before the sun set, so Wang Ziyang and the others had to hurry, otherwise, God knows how much evidence would be destroyed in one night.

When Inspector Lestrade showed his police ID, the three of them walked unhindered into the alley stained with blood and sin.

This little alley is inconspicuous in the huge slums, and even the people of the slums don't come here very often. Although it was still afternoon, under the obstruction of the two buildings on the left and right, the alley, which was not very spacious, became a little dark again, revealing a hint of evil.

Wang Ziyang approached the place where Martha had fallen, and there were splatters of blood on the wall, while the place where Martha had died was stained red with blood, deep into the soil.

Wang Ziyang looked around the deceased again, the surroundings were very clean, there were almost no traces of blood, and it should be that the murderer had disposed of the footprints. Wang Ziyang looked at the bloodstains and said to Inspector Lestrade:

"Judging from the bloodstains, this should be the scene of the crime, and the murderer also disposed of the blood stains on his shoes after killing people, it seems that this was a premeditated murder. Judging from the location of the crime, this rarely passed alley was also pre-selected by the murderer, who brought Martha here in the name of trading and committed the murder. ”

With that, Wang Ziyang stood up, turned around and was about to leave. He had barely taken a few steps when he turned around again and said to Inspector Lestrade:

"There's no value here, there's no murder weapon, there's no footprints, there's nothing, that's all the killer left behind. Inspector Lestrade, please show me the forensic report in a moment, and send someone nearby to inquire about the people who are related to Martha and the roadmap of Martha's actions today and yesterday. It's getting late, so let's find a place to fill our stomachs, Watson. ”

With that, Wang Ziyang turned over and returned to the carriage, waiting for Watson to follow.

In the evening, Wang Ziyang was still contemplating today's murder in front of the fireplace, while Watson was looking at the newspaper and said on the side:

"Now that public opinion has exploded, and even newspapers have printed special editions to report on this incident, you say, how could such a vicious case happen in London, which has always been calm?"

"Watson, the evil in this world is played out every day, but what has been discovered is only the tip of the iceberg, so that everyone still thinks that the world is so beautiful. You know that the vicinity of Whitechapel is a famous hub for immigrants, with tens of thousands of immigrants from Russia and Eastern Europe settling here. With meager incomes, it has long been a hotbed of poverty and crime, with homeless hooligans and soliciting prostitutes on the streets. Although Scotland Yard established a city-wide patrol network as early as 1829, the weak police force could not afford to keep the East End policing with countless prostitutes every night. ”

As he spoke, Wang Ziyang stood up, took a deep puff of his pipe and said:

"If the slum matter is not solved, such a evil will never dissipate, it is only a matter of time, a matter of gravity.

I know that the Londoners you see are standard English gentlemen and English ladies, who are polite and meticulous, but have you ever learned about the lives of the people at the bottom of society? Consider the slum homeless, who have a problem with food, who live in hunger and cold, and you still expect them to tell you manners?

When people look at the down-and-out homeless people on the street with contempt, when people look down on these low-level people, over time, all kinds of madmen will be born. The lunatics from the bottom are the main source of urban crime, while the lunatics from the middle and upper classes will subconsciously think that the lives of the people at the bottom are not important, and then do all kinds of crazy things to them.

Think about it, Watson, the people who are playing with us must have been oppressed by society, and they also look down on these low-level people very much. ”

Early the next morning, Wang Ziyang, who was still asleep, was woken up by a quick knock on the door. Wang Ziyang rubbed his sleepy eyes, looked at Watson who was about to open the door and said:

"It must have been Lestrade who was outside the door, and told him not to come to me for help if he knocked on the door so early. ”

"But it's nine o'clock now. ”

"Oh, is it?" Wang Ziyang looked up at the wall clock, the hour hand was impartial, pointing exactly at nine o'clock.

"I thought it was seven o'clock, but lately I've been sleeping really well, and I can sleep until nine o'clock. Prince Yang said to himself.

In the live broadcast of reality, the part of sleeping was naturally skipped, and the live broadcast was an hour later than the time when Wang Ziyang himself played, so he could naturally fast forward to the time when he was sleeping.

Just as Wang Ziyang got up from the quilt, Inspector Lestrade had already walked in with a pile of papers.

"Detective, staying up late is not good for your health. Wang Ziyang picked up the pipe next to the bed and said as he lit it.

"How do you know I'm staying up late?" said the Inspector, putting down the papers.

"Let's not mention your conspicuous dark circles, but you know from the coffee stains on the corners of your mouth and cuffs that you have only drunk a lot of coffee. In addition, I asked you to prepare your papers yesterday evening, and it must have taken a lot of time to gather quite a few documents this morning, and it will take at least six or seven hours to get back to the police station from Whitechapel and to come to me, not to mention the time you have for dinner and supper. To sum up, you stayed up late. ”

"It's really worthy of Wang Ziyang, no trivial thing can escape your eyes. By the way, here are the documents you want, where do I put them?"

"Just put it on the desk, and besides, the toilet is in the second room on the left, so you can go quickly." ”

"I do want to go to the toilet, thanks for the directions. With that, the detective ran to the toilet.

"How do you even know he wants to go to the bathroom?" Watson asked, puzzled.

Wang Ziyang picked up a document and looked at it, and said:

His desire for the toilet was evident from the way he knocked on the door and rushed in, his slightly pressed calves and slightly panicked look, and the fact that the collection of these documents alone made it difficult for him to find time to go to the toilet in the corner of the police station, not to mention the many cups of coffee. ”

"It's been so long, and I've heard you analyze it so many times, but every time you say your reasoning, it still strikes me amazing. Watson said.

"How many times have I told you to pay attention to the fact that he wants to go to the toilet and not be able to see it with his eyes? Not to mention that this is useless, Watson, you look at this information, what can you deduce?"

Watson picked up the document on the table, looked at it, and said:

"After the forensic examination, it was believed that the time of death of the deceased should have been between 11 o'clock the night before yesterday and 1 a.m. yesterday, and the time when the body was found was 9 o'clock in the morning. ”

"Yes, what else?"

"The fatal wound of the deceased, as you might expect, was the last blow to the heart, and before that, the deceased was most likely still breathing. If you want to avoid the key point and stab so many knives, the murderer should be familiar with the knowledge of dissection or medicine, otherwise it will be difficult to do it. ”

"That's true, you see, what do you suspect in the suspects?"

When Wang Ziyang finished speaking, Watson picked up a stack of documents containing the suspect, and said with a little surprise:

"Oh my God, why are there so many suspects?" said Watson, opening the file bag and taking a closer look.

"There are lawyers, doctors, painters, butchers...... And even the wives of the royal doctors, which is so great that it encompasses almost every profession and all classes in London, and I am not in a position to pinpoint the murderer among so many people. Can you?

"Of course not, my dear Watson, the case has only happened for a few days, if I can catch the murderer so quickly, I don't need to be a detective, just change my career to be a divine messenger, and only God can do this. With that, Wang Ziyang put on a suit and made himself a cup of coffee.

"But please think about it quickly, now there is a lot of pressure from public opinion, and the British royal family has ordered us to solve the case within three months. "It was Inspector Lestrade who came out of the toilet and into the living room.

"Don't worry, I'm not thinking. By the way, after you asked, when was the last time you saw the deceased?"

"It was eight o'clock the night before yesterday when a homeless man had seen the deceased. ”

"Oh, why can a homeless man remember it so clearly?"

According to his recollection, at that time, the deceased was wearing heavy makeup, and he was walking on the path with a twist, and the homeless man looked like a cheap prostitute, and he was so pretentious that he had long been old, and he didn't know who gave her courage, so he was quite impressed. ”

"This is a good clue, and it can be inferred from the body of the deceased at that time......"

Wang Ziyang hadn't finished speaking, but he heard a quick knock on the door from the other end of the living room, and there was a noise outside the door:

"Oh no, Detective, no......"

"How many times have I said, don't panic when you encounter problems, can panic solve the problem? No, it will only make people upset, thus reducing the efficiency of thinking, so if you call the door like this again in the future, I will not open the door for you. Wang Ziyang opened the door and said to the young police officer at the door.

"Okay......" The police officer was immediately a little stunned when Wang Ziyang said this.

"What's the matter, say? Wang Ziyang looked at the police officer and said.

"Oh, Inspector Lestrade!" the officer said loudly, but suddenly he recalled Wang Ziyang's reprimand just now, and said in a normal volume and pace:

"There's a second homicide! It's in the stockpiling area near Whitechapel, let's get there. ”