The street was on the edge of the city of London, and had not yet had time to install electric streetlights, so it looked dim, and the dim light on the wet gravel pavement did not provide much visibility at all, as if it was deliberately hiding something in the darkness.

Since the location was found by Gregerson this time, it was also up to him to lead the way, and the two carriages drove quickly through the deserted streets, Sherlock and Watson sat in the back one, and as for the one in front, Captain Gregerson sat alone, because his body was a little wide, and it would be very crowded for three people.

It was eight o'clock in the evening, so even if we had the most ample time, Miss Nightingale would have been murdered in 72 hours. The little note with the name written on it was really like a virus, growing from one corpse and burrowing into another, no one could see or touch it.

Watson, as a doctor, had been in charge of the autopsy for the past few days, and at this time he looked out the window, and the flickering light shone into the carriage, pulling his beautiful face into the interweaving of light and dark.

The pursuit of beauty made him naturally worship Miss Nightingale, so he naturally would not accept the other party's imminent death, but after coming into contact with these cases, he felt a sense of powerlessness from the bottom of his heart.

Looking at Sherlock across from him, his unkempt hair swaying slightly with the jolting of the carriage, his detective friend seemed to have been silent, not much contact with the staff of the court, not even the office set up by Whitechapel, and not even concerned much about the safety of Miss Nightingale, but often wandering around the villa, and sometimes leaving the villa directly.

In his words, a place where there are too many people is not conducive to thinking, and he wants to find a place where no one is quiet.

However, now that three people have died, and the fourth one is about to pick Miss Nightingale, why is this Sherlock still able to hold his breath?

"Do you already know something?" Watson asked suddenly.

"Huh?" Sherlock raised his head and looked at Watson with some confusion: "Why do you ask that?" ”

"Because I think you're a little unconcerned about these cases." Watson said: "According to my understanding, Sherlock is a conceited, shameless, and wants to express himself when he has a chance, and when he encounters an interesting case, the whole person will be excited like a perverted guy."

But these cases are obviously incredible, but most of the time you act like you're doing nothing, even wandering around, and sometimes, you don't even rush to express your opinion, but ask Hopkins what they think.

It's not like you're used to, because you should have all the information you need to see within seconds of seeing the murder scene, so why do you ask questions that you already know the answers to? ”

Sherlock frowned slightly and looked at his partner: "I'm such a pervert in your heart?" ”

"That's not the point, the point is why you're so unusual about these cases?"

Sherlock spread his hands helplessly: "There is no reason, it is just that I didn't think of the murder method, let alone who the ripper was, so naturally I didn't talk less." ”

"Can't you think of it? How can it be? ”

"Why can't it be?"

"Because you're Sherlock, and you claim to be the best detective in the world, how can there be a case you can't think of," Watson said lightly, then looked at the other party with his spare eyes, and said leisurely: "So, you already know something, right?" Not only do we know, but we know more than we think. ”

Sherlock didn't answer the question, just wordlessly turned his gaze out the window.

"Hey, hey."

In the silence of the night, he smiled so suddenly, and the light of the street lamp flashed away with the smile that suddenly leaked out, reflecting the shadow under the bridge of his nose that was too high, and it looked a little creepy.

Soon, the carriage stopped at the bottom of an old building, and some members of the Imperial Royal Investigation Corps had surrounded the place, and the yellow and black cordons were raised, attracting the curiosity of many people around, standing at a distance, pointing and pointing.

Sherlock and Watson got out of the car, and then followed Gregerson into the hallway and walked straight up.

In fact, when I just walked to the second floor, the smell of blood has been wafting in the air, and with the upward more and more intense, in this process, several people can clearly feel that this building has been old to the extreme, it is simply a private remodeled unfinished building, the handrails of the stairs are all wooden, some doors are not even locked, only the simplest old deadbolts, through some open doors looking in, you can see that there is no furniture in the blank room, there are some scattered bedding on the ground, It is estimated that the homeless will stay here at night.

Obviously, there is no safety in this kind of place, but because they are all homeless and elderly residents, it is also extremely simple and lacking in social interaction, so it is indeed a good choice as a hiding place.

Ultimately. A few people made their way to the 7th floor and saw the ajar door as well.

And on the inside of the door, there was also a piece of arm hanging out, and there was a bloody hole in the palm of the hand.

Sherlock walked into the room, and with just a casual glance, he had a full view of everything in the room.

However, this is not to show his keen observation, but because this room is too small, less than 10 square meters, empty, boxy, without any decoration on the walls, not even a window, so it is hastily painted with a layer of blue-gray cement, only a thick blanket on the floor, which slept here before the deceased was proven.

As an actor in a stage play, it is not possible to say that she has a lot of money, but she must be pampered, and it is difficult for her to be able to hide and live in this kind of place for so many days.

And turned his head and glanced at the door of the room. Sherlock finally saw the deceased.

Obviously, this is an extremely beautiful woman, although she is deliberately dressed very ordinary, but the red wine-colored hair is draped over her shoulders, which is enough to set off the white and delicate skin of the whole person, and it is not unreasonable for so many noble sons to pursue her.

But now she's dead, and the body is nailed to the door.

If you are more specific, it is her whole body, in a [big] posture, in the middle of the heart of the body, there is a large iron nail through, nailed it to the door panel, when I came in just now, I can even see the tip of the nail poked out on the other side of the wooden door, her legs are separated, her hands are also in a 'horizontal' posture, level with her shoulders, and her hands and feet are also pierced by a large thick nail.

The door to the room of this old building was very narrow, and if a person's body were in this pose, then the area she occupied must be wider than a door, that is, the arms and legs of the deceased had already exceeded the edge of the door frame.

So, the left side of her hand and foot was nailed to the door, but the right side was nailed directly to the wall next to the door.

As Captain Gregerson said at the beginning, this man's corpse became the seal of the door, making the dilapidated room, and the wooden door that could be kicked open, an absolute secret room.

It's a bit long to kill people in three closed rooms in a row.,But I've really simplified it.,Now you can start the serious plot.,Everyone votes.

(End of chapter)