It only took a few minutes to find clues that the security team hadn't found all day, and although he specialized in the arts, the detective's efficiency was too fast.

Perhaps the Commissioner of the London Police was right, and he was the only one who could get the case done in 24 hours. Catherine thought reluctantly, but instead of saying it, she asked, "YES?" What does this mean? ”

"I don't know." Sherlock stood up, "But I can feel that this word has a particularly deep meaning to the murderer." And one more thing......" He paused, walked slowly to the other side of the corpse, and put his face between the corpse's legs......

To be honest, this pose looks a bit obscene, but fortunately Deacon Badr didn't interfere this time.

"Why is it that all the internal organs are chopped, but the uterus is intact?"

"Perhaps, this is the habit of murderers." Catherine said lightly.

"Nope." Sherlock dismissed this without even thinking about it, saying, "This murderer is a serial murderer, he tortured and killed more than a dozen women when he was in Downtown, and it is rare to find such skilled knife work." All the internal organs of the deceased had been taken out before, including the uterus, but this time the murderer deliberately kept them, but cut the rest of the internal organs into four parts.....

Also, the murderer usually doesn't take away the clothes of the deceased.

Gee....... Why did you change your habits when you treated this lady? ”

He muttered to himself.

Looking at his more interested expression, Catherine quickly raised a question that everyone present had: "You...... Seems familiar with this murderer? ”

"Because I've followed him." Sherlock said as a matter of course, "That's what I did, I know more or less about all the murderers on the wanted warrant, and if I follow the normal process, I should start working on his case in four months." ”

The answer "......" made sense, but it still made Miss Catherine pause for two seconds.

"Okay...... So what are you going to do next? ”

Sherlock put his hands in the pockets of his trench coat:

"The murderer is obsessed with [4]."

"Paradoxically, the uterus is preserved."

"Took away the clothes."

"The word [YES] engraved on the internal organs"

He began to move slowly in place, whispering as he went.

And so it was.

He suddenly stretched out his hand and rubbed his shoulder and neck vigorously: "The best choice for the next step is to let me go home and sleep." ”

“......？？”

The people around were collectively stunned for a moment.

Even the old priest, who had been snoring softly in the distance, opened his eyes slightly.

"Go back...... Go to bed? Deacon Badr's tone finally rose and fell a little.

In the minds of the common people, the deacons of the Adjudicatorial Division are generally emotionless law enforcement machines, and they are synonymous with bloody purges and brutal torture.

They were allowed to have marriage, most likely as a way to perpetuate their fine lineage, but even so, it was impossible for Sherlock to ignore the identity of the deceased in this murder.

For this deacon, whose name is Badr, undoubtedly has affection for his wife; It doesn't matter whether this affection is possessive of one's own private property or something else.

Anyway, other people's wives are chopped up and thrown all over the ground, and you say at this time that you want to go home and sleep?!

"Pay attention to your words, this is disrespectful to the clergy of the Holy See!"

The young sheriff at the mouth of the alley shouted almost immediately.

No way, that's his duty, a loyal, angry, desperate hound, or cannon fodder.

However, without the commander's order, he could only be angry at the mouth of the alley, not daring to step into the alley.

Sherlock bowed unhurriedly, "I'm sorry, Lord Deacon, I didn't mean to offend the Holy See and you, and your wife, because I don't need to stay here anymore." ”

"What do you mean?" Catherine was undoubtedly the easier person to communicate with than the taciturn Deacon Badr.

"Because I've already watched the scene...... Staying here any longer would be a waste of time, so it would be better to go back to my familiar apartment and let me be alone for a while, which would help me think. Sherlock tapped his head with his index finger.

Catherine's brow was still furrowed, she understood the phrase 'a comfortable environment helps to think', but ...... ：

"You've watched it all?"

"Of course." Sherlock said: "My ability to survey the scene is quite good, I have observed every detail here, eh...... For example, I can now probably guess that the murderer is about 190 tall, male, with a burly body, a superior family background, both dominant hands and left hands, strong libido, living in Rochester towns as a child, experiencing a lot of unfair treatment or torture, and serious revenge; Usually strict with himself, but conceited, enjoy killing, like to eat raw beef, the house is very large, probably a manor, there are many portraits hanging in the house, the decoration is exquisite, there is a hobby of raising livestock, there is not much body hair, he likes to wear plastic cotton clothes, and there is an old wound on the right rib ......"

He spoke faster and faster, until the sheriff's suppressed low roar came as expected: "Civilian! You...... You can't talk nonsense in front of the clergy! You have no piety! ”

No one restrained the sheriff's wrath, for neither Catherine, nor Deacon Badr, nor the old priest, felt ...... This detective is fooling.

If it is said that the physical characteristics and character of the murderer can be identified through the knife edge, the method of dividing the corpse, the angle of blood splashing, etc., this can be said.

But even what the murderer likes to eat, live, and wear, and even the old wounds can be inferred, which is not right.

Besides, you've just been standing in this place for half an hour.

Sherlock smiled knowing this, of course he was too lazy to explain this, but depending on the situation, if he didn't explain it clearly, he wouldn't want to leave this place today.