"You can tell you get along very well." Watson laughed, and then naturally followed Sherlock towards the corpse.

The staff of the London Police Department were like enemies, but they couldn't leave the crime scene and run, so they could only subconsciously retreat to both sides in order to keep a distance from the oncoming man.

As for Mark, who was still standing next to the cordon, he didn't seem to understand the scene in front of him for a while, just stared blankly at Sherlock walking towards the dazzling lights, and everyone looked away from the sides as if worshipping, and the bright red corpse had a strange sense of sacredness against the backdrop of the miserable white, as if it was greeting something reverently.

And such a scene, in fact, Sherlock has long been used to it.

As long as he is at the scene of the crime, he will naturally exude an aura of control, even if the Pope or the Emperor is standing next to him, he will not have the slightest restraint.

In fact, Sherlock had always hoped that one day, he would be able to stand in front of the body of the Emperor as a detective...... The case that led to the death of the emperor, if you can let yourself solve it, tsk, it really makes my scalp tingle just thinking about it.

A few steps forward, Sherlock stepped into the white light of the enhanced gas lamp.

A bloody corpse lay right in front of him......

All ten fingers were broken, the nails were lifted upwards, leaking out the tender flesh inside, the limbs were twisted at an angle that made people feel hairy, the shirt was completely soaked with blood, the jaw was dislocated, it seemed that the joint socket was torn by the screams, and the two eyes were missing, turning into two large black rumbling holes, and the traces of dry thick slurry inside could be clearly seen in the light.

"What do you think?" Sherlock asked.

He was asking Watson, of course...... I don't know why, Sherlock would ask another person for his opinion at the scene of the crime.

This has not been the case in decades.

Watson didn't feel the slightest flattered, but he slowly leaned down, pinched the drooping eyelids on his sockets very gently, and glanced into the terrible eye hole.

"Not at the hands of humans." He gave such an answer directly.

"Tell me why."

"The orbicularis oculi muscle is not damaged, the eye closure reflex is one of the most instinctive human behaviors, and at this stage, there is no medical device that can take out the eyeball without injuring the muscles around the eyes, whether it is smashed or taken out whole, whether the person is awake or anesthetized.

So it could only be some kind of demon with special abilities, or a contractor.

But I'm more inclined to the former, because the contractor who can complete this delicate operation must at least reach the second stage. ”

As he spoke, Watson got up and took a handkerchief from his jacket pocket and carefully wiped his fingertips.

"No, I heard you, that's what the autopsy report says." Sherlock said to the staff around him.

And the surrounding police officers were stunned, because they didn't understand much, in this era, anatomy has not yet been popularized, and any police officer can know the extent of the word "orbicularis oculi muscle".

As for the coroner, he was even more sluggish.

"What's the problem?" Sherlock asked softly as he looked in the direction of the coroner.

The look in this eye almost scared the brother out.

"Summer ...... Mr. Sherlock, from our coroner's point of view, eye muscles are not evidence for an autopsy because they are too complicated for any of your friends to say casually and we ......."

As he spoke, he saw Sherlock already walking over with empty eyes.

is obviously a detective, but these few steps have forced out a sense of oppression that is stronger than that of a murderer.

The coroner who had just spoken was sweating.

Fortunately, Sherlock came to him and just patted him on the shoulder in a friendly way:

"The rigorous work attitude is commendable, but the trust between people is also important, right, I trust Dr. Watson, and you should trust him too."

The coroner didn't react, because his brain was buzzing with fright, and he didn't hear anything at all.

"Haha, don't be so nervous, if you don't understand, then I'll tell you in a more understandable way......" Sherlock said lightly: "You can write anything on the autopsy report now, write the lyrics, and then go to Director Lestrade to sign it, and tell him that this case is handled by Sherlock. Holmes took over, and that's it, how. ”

The coroner swallowed: "When ...... Of course, Mr. Sherlock, I'll go now. ”

After speaking, he directly carried a box of autopsy kits and left the scene of the crime at an almost trotting speed.

"Hey...... Feed...... Why go? ”

Mark watched the coroner's departure, a little unresponsive.

"Looks like we aren't needed here, so don't bother." The topper-hat detective struggled to squeeze out a smile, then waved his hand at the crowd of officers, signaling 'Withdraw!' ’

One by one, the group of people in police uniforms ran in the direction of the police carriage not far away without looking back.

During this period, some tools were dropped, and no one picked them up.

"Wait...... Wait a minute. Mark stopped the detective: "That's it?" ”

"Yes, our mission has been accomplished."

"But the autopsy ......"

"It's over."

"The investigation of the scene, from the corpse to deduce the habits of the demon, the size of the body, whether there is any special way of attacking, what are the common characteristics of the attackers......"

Mark is clearly a professional at crusading demons, and seems to have worked with the police in the past, knowing how a detective can help.

However, the other party just smiled politely: "It's over, it's all over, from now on, all matters here will be handled by Mr. Sherlock, with him, our group will only appear in the way." ”

“？？？？？”

Mark blinked as if he had misheard, and after a while, he finally turned around and looked at the 'new colleague' crouching next to the corpse, unable to speak for a long time.

As for Sherlock and Watson......

These two people are like the two children who dug ant holes when they were children, squatting next to the bloody corpses, poking and poking, and scolding.

A few breaths of work......

"You're pretty much reasonable, aren't you?"

"Of course." Sherlock lights a flue.