The plasma on the ground had coagulated, and a white corpse looked particularly dazzling.

Even in the dim lighting, the dead lady could still be seen to have intoxicating snow-white skin, uncolored blonde hair, slender limbs, full breasts, and the delicate countenance of the street girls in the city.

However, such a beautiful body was cut open from the chest, and the huge tear extended to the lower abdomen, and the flesh was open, revealing the empty blood cavity inside, and the limbs were also covered with shocking and huge wounds.

Sherlock just looked at it......

He didn't come close to observe, let alone say a word.

A full 20 seconds passed......

Deacon Badr's towering brow bones furrowed slightly, and the sheriff on the side even thought that this guy would not be stupid by the bloody scene.

At this moment, Sherlock finally made a move, and he threw the cigarette butt he had finished smoking into the gap between the knees of the steam armor beside him:

"Where's the clothes?" He asked without a trace.

"What...... What? ”

"The clothes of the dead." Sherlock looked around again, "I don't see the deceased's clothes. ”

"This ......," the sheriff hesitated slightly.

"The scene of the crime has not been touched by anyone, there are no clothes in the first place, it should have been taken away by the murderer......" Catherine didn't know when she came over, she replied, and Sherlock looked at her expressionlessly: "The duty of these sheriffs is only to protect the scene, and they don't know the details of the murder, if there is anything you want to know, you can come and ask me." ”

Sherlock showed a rare bit of gentlemanliness: "Thanks, beautiful lady. ”

"Don't thank me, I don't like you as a person, I just hope you can find the murderer soon." She made no secret of the indifference in her tone: "I hope your skills will not be as inferior as your quality......"

Maybe the class gap is too huge, Catherine doesn't want to hide her dislike for the detective in front of her, but it is also because the class gap is too large, she doesn't embarrass the other party because of her dislike.

The commoner was not yet qualified to be embarrassed by a nun on trial.

So she just dismissed, but she was extremely serious, and told the other party all the clues she got.

As for Sherlock, he naturally didn't have any resistance to it, he wasn't stupid, and he didn't look forward to some kind of cross-class intersection like the sheriff behind him.

He knew what he had to do, and he knew that he was only here to try to see if this case about the Holy See could bring some novelty to himself......

Of course, since the Holy See has chosen him, he has to come if he wants to come or not.

In short, he listened to Catherine's clues very calmly.

One speaks, the other listens.

In this way, this pair of men and women, who have a huge disparity in status, showed a strange tacit understanding at this time.

A few minutes later......

Sherlock finally frowned a little embarrassed and said, "You guys...... I basically didn't find anything. ”

Catherine was still expressionless: "I told you before, the fewer people who know about this matter, the better, if we want to call the group of people in the court, why should we go to you as a private detective to deal with this matter?" ”

"Makes sense." Sherlock was not depressed at all, but instead leaked a very bright smile, and then walked into the alley alone.

Catherine and Deacon Badr looked at each other and slowly followed; As for the diminutive old priest, he had stood motionless as a statue since he had stepped out of the carriage, and could even hear a faint snoring if he came near.

In the alley, the figures of several people split the light of the gaslight into fragmented patches.

Sherlock stepped over the muddy bloodstains, leaned down, picked up a piece of minced meat, and glanced at it in the dim light:

"A piece of liver that has been cut open, such a brittle tissue can be cut so neatly, the murderer's craftsmanship is not bad."

His words are not addressed to someone, but a habitual self-talk.

"A sternal stem, with two ribs attached, is also neatly sliced." He picked up another bone and said, "This kind of autopsy should not be completed in a short time, judging from the degree of blood clotting, the time of death is around 5 o'clock in the morning today...... In other words, why is the murderer suddenly so obsessed with the number [four]? ”

"Four?" Catherine wondered slightly.

"yes, this guy has cut almost everything he can into four pieces." As he spoke, he picked up a few more pieces of minced meat, skillfully put them together into a whole lobe, and placed them in the open chest of the corpse.

"You're ...... Do? Deacon Badr, who had been silent, finally spoke, his voice was not loud, and he could not hear the disgust, but the scarlet proclamation was very strangely revealing a great sense of oppression.

Most of the deacons in the Adjudication Division are contractors, and they have reached the second stage, after all, only those with great power can handle those cruel and dangerous tasks.

However, Sherlock did not panic because of this sense of oppression, and the movements of his hands did not stop at all:

"I'm sorry, Mr. Badr. I know it's a bit disrespectful to your wife, but the killer must have left us some clues...... Look here......"

He spoke very quickly, pointing to a piece of freshly coiled intestines and said, "A very shallow wound, up and down...... After cutting open his chest and abdomen, the murderer did not rush to chop it up, but made some marks with a knife on the internal organs. ”

With just a few words, Sherlock had already put together the chopped entrails all over the ground.

The sheriff stood at the mouth of the alley and watched from afar, and several times he wanted to stop talking.

He had a very uncomfortable thought in his heart: a normal person, even a doctor, could not be so skilled at putting together the chopped internal organs.

Is this civilian detective in the lower city often cut the internal organs, practice makes perfect?

"Okay......"

Two minutes later, Sherlock had all the rest in place......

And between the scattered internal organs, you can really faintly see the knife marks.

“YES？”

Deacon Badr's gaze was obviously unusual, and in such dim light, he was extremely quick to make out the traces between the patchwork organs.

A bloody word cut between the internal organs with a sharp blade——— YES.