After a month of fishing in the unit, and by the way calming Dykeshaw's anger, Aaron was dragged by Sherlock Holmes onto the train to Scotland.

"I still want to go shopping with Harty this week for furniture or something!"

"You're not married, young man, you're already going to buy furniture?"

"I've given someone the key to the house, okay!" Aaron smiled.

"Don't worry, we'll go for a few days, this time it's mainly a more difficult case, otherwise I won't take you, and it's not too late for you to show your affection when we come back!"

"What kind of case would make you so tricky?"

"I don't know!"

"Who's the murderer?"

"I don't know!"

"What about the dead?"

"Don't know?"

"Why don't you know why you went to Scotland?"

"That's interesting, isn't it?"

"Okay, you're amazing!!"

The train arrived in Edinburgh with a light rain for breakfast, and as soon as it left the station, a man wearing a poncho and a police helmet ran by.

"Mr. Holmes, is it? I'm Officer Gneison from Edinburgh Police! Welcome to Edinburgh! ”

"Hello, officer!" Holmes shook the policeman's hand, then said cautiously.

"We've got a hotel ready for you, would you like to take a break?"

"Rest? No, I felt the taste of secrets and went straight to the scene! ”

"Okay, the police car is over here!"

"Aaron, you and Watson go to put the luggage, I'll go to the scene first!"

"Luggage?" Aaron looked at the backpack he was carrying, which contained the toiletries of the three of them, and a small bag in Watson's hand, which contained some cash, and in addition, what about the luggage?

"Okay, let's go put our luggage!" Watson gave Aaron a look, then asked for the address from the police, and left with Aaron.

"Why did he break us apart?"

"Because we have more important things to do!" After watching the police car leave, Watson hailed a taxi, gave the address of the hotel, and got into the car.

"Did you notice?"

"What?"

"The atmosphere on the street!"

Aaron rolled down the glass window and let the rain fall on his face and body, but his gaze wandered on the faces of pedestrians.

"Mr. Driver, what's happened in Edinburgh lately, the atmosphere is so dreary!"

"A few late-night workers were killed, especially miserable, the murderer skinned those women, they were simply not human!" The driver sighed.

"Now the newspapers say it's Jack the Ripper back!"

"Oh, I see!"

"By the way, you are?"

"We're from London and we're here on a business trip, we didn't expect this to happen here!" Watson took over the topic and chatted with the driver.

"Are we going to catch this ripper?" After getting out of the car, Aaron opened his umbrella, lit a cigarette for Watson, and asked.

"I don't think it's likely, for Holmes, if it's just a psychopathic murderer, then these cops are enough!"

"No, it's enough to have me!" Aaron dropped the cigarette butt, stepped on it, and threw it into the trash can on the side.

"That's right!" Watson patted his head, walked into the hotel, and smiled at the front desk.

"Hello, Officer Gnessen booked a house for us!"

"Okay, wait a minute, sir, I'll take a look at it for you!" The young lady at the front desk showed a sweet smile, and then crackled on the computer.

"Officer Gneison has booked you three suites, on the 7th floor, given that the security has not been particularly good recently, so please be careful in Edinburgh, if there is a problem, just call the room phone!"

"Okay, thank you!"

After getting the key card, Aaron and Watson were just about to call Sherlock Holmes when a man in a black sweatshirt walked into the lobby of the hotel.

"Is John Watson here? John H. Watson? ”

"I am? Is there anything wrong with you? ”

"Mr. Holmes asked me to come and pick you up!"

"Lead the way!"

"Where are we going?" After getting into the car, Aaron asked.

"88 Garden Street, Lauriston Road, Brixton Road!"

The Lauriston Garden Street looks like a murderous mansion from the outside. There are four houses in a row, a little further from the street, two are inhabited, two are empty, and the number is the empty one. There are three rows of windows on the street side of the vacant house, and because it is uninhabited, the situation is extremely bleak. Posts of "renting" were plastered everywhere on the dusty glass, like white eyes on the eyes. In front of each house is a small grass-lined garden separating the houses from the street. There is a yellow path paved with clay and stones in the small garden; It rained heavily overnight and it was muddy everywhere. The garden is surrounded by a low wall, about three feet high, with a wooden fence at the head of the wall. A tall policeman stood against a wall and saw the taxi stop, and the policeman came over.

"No parking here!"

"I know!" Aaron closed the car door and flashed his ID, and the policeman immediately stood up and greeted the two.

"This should be it!"

Aaron saw Holmes waving at the window.

"Let's go, it looks like the detective is in a hurry!"

As soon as he entered the room, Aaron heard Holmes calling.

"Aaron, come in and open your gear and see if my reasoning is correct!"

"What reasoning?" Aaron turned on the echo system as he walked inside the house.

There was a short hallway leading to the kitchen, and there was no carpet on the floor and it was dusty. There is a door on the left and right sides of the aisle. One of them has clearly not been opened for many weeks. The door was covered with dust. The other is the door of the restaurant, where the tragedy took place.

"In the case of a locked room homicide, the time of death of the deceased was within three days, and there was no trace left at the scene! Here's my favorite, Aaron, quick, see what clues you can see? ”

After turning on the echo system and scanning the scene, Aaron found nothing.

"The time of death is more than 48 hours, and the system can't scan any useful clues!"

"So, I have to rely on my brain to reason!"

After scanning the room, Aaron turned his attention to the corpse on the ground, the white cloth had been removed, the deceased was about forty years old, medium build, slightly fat, with black curly hair and a mustache. He wore a thick black woolen tuxedo and a white waistcoat, as is common in English banquet attire, a pair of light-colored trousers, and a small bowler hat next to the corpse, like the one used by magicians to turn into rabbits, and the deceased must have been in a state of great excitement or anger when he died, with his fists clenched, arms outstretched, legs folded, and his face distorted.

"Did you find anything?"