The grass and reeds by the lake are growing well.

Of course Hopkins didn't know about this kind of thing, no one would know about this kind of thing, the kind of weeds that was far from the city, just above the lake, how could anyone pay attention.

But Sherlock noticed.

It's not just the lake, it's the row of grass and reeds.

In fact, when Hopkins told himself the route of his transportation at the beginning, Sherlock followed the westbound railroad track, and walked the entire route that day.

Of course, he didn't really walk it all over, after all, at that juncture, he certainly didn't have time to take a real steam train, but it didn't prevent his eyes from falling from the sky, constructing a real-time wilderness in his mind, and wandering in a state that came from outside the sky, looking down on everything, where his body would not possibly possibly exist.

To be honest, detectives are mainly responsible for reasoning in the case, but reasoning requires collecting clues, and it takes a long time to collect clues, which leads to most of the time, people can only wait for nothing.

Sherlock didn't like the wait.

Fortunately, when he stayed in the blood prison, because he was really bored, he already got along very well with his own clue vault, so he didn't need to trouble others at all for this kind of thing, in fact, people like Sherlock, he couldn't trust others, after all, it was impossible to search an entire railway of more than 300 kilometers in the link of 'evidence collection', and no one would care about the height of the grass and trees by the lake and the angle of the sunset reflecting the sun.

Some things are more reassuring to do it yourself.

The armored vehicles continued to move forward, escorted by other armored vehicles outside the thick steel plates, surrounded by some of the Inquisition's clergy, keeping an eye on the surrounding movements, and behind them were many heavily armed Imperial Royal Survey guards following the convoy.

As Captain Gregson said, no one can get close to Nightingale.

However. At this time, the Supreme Judge of the Third Division of the Trial Division, Steinley. Mr. Hopkins, less than 30 centimeters from Nightingale.

The entire armored car was silent, Sherlock stopped chattering, and Hopkins also stopped responding, as if because the space here was too small, Nightingale felt a little uneasy to breathe.

The straightaway car slowly turned a corner before Hopkins spoke again:

"The grass by the lake grows tall. How did you notice this kind of thing? ”

"Aren't you always emphasizing that I'm a monster?" Sherlock replied flutteringly.

"You are indeed a monster." Hopkins smiled and nodded, "But what are you trying to express by saying this?" ”

"It's just a puzzle, the ripper cut the throat of the person across the seat in that half a second, in the carriage, in front of you, then I, as a detective, have to give an answer."

“.” Hopkins's laughter stopped, and continued to return to silence, as if to show that he was listening, but the transition between laughter and silence seemed so abrupt.

But Sherlock, like no one else, continued to say to himself:

"According to you, you should sit on the right side of the direction of the train, because only in this way can the light of the setting sun shine directly into your eyes, and at the same time you said that there are four people in the carriage, excluding the two guarding the front and rear carriage doors, and the remaining two should be in charge of patrolling the carriage, and since they are standing, the visual height is much higher than that of you sitting in the seat, and the light refracted by the lake does not shine on you, but it can shine on them.

So, when you describe that moment, no one will feel that there is anything wrong with it.

Of course, these are not the most important, because what is important to be able to commit murder in that situation is not the method, nor the earth-shattering tricks and mechanisms, but the important thing, the people!

One only needs half a second, and the other only needs to wait for the patrol soldiers in the carriage to stagger their eyes, and as soon as they raise their hands, they can easily kill the guards in front of them, and then as long as they put on a shocked expression, no one will suspect anyone. ”

Sherlock said softly.

But Nightingale's whole head on the side was buzzing!

In fact, if the sound insulation of this car is poor, and people outside hear these words, then whoever it is, they will be stunned as if they have been struck by lightning, as if they have heard the most ridiculous thing they have heard in their lives.

Inside the car, Hopkins pressed a button on the console, which made the light from the headlights brighter, illuminating the road ahead more clearly.

At the same time, he shook his head again and said:

"Alright. Don't say such strange things, what you mean now is as if you were saying, I killed that person. If that were the case, wouldn't I be a ripper, and it would not be good to frighten Miss Nightingale like this. ”

"I didn't say you were a ripper right now." Sherlock corrected, "I said that a few days ago. ”

“.”

Nightingale's hands clenched, she felt that she was now in an extremely absurd atmosphere, she was just a girl in her 20s, she didn't know how to reason, she didn't know how to solve crimes, and even her buzzing head at this time couldn't tell whether Sherlock's words were true or false, if it was true, what should she do now, should she jump out of the car, or just scream, expecting the people outside to hear her cry for help.

However, she didn't do anything superfluous, because the man next to her spoke so softly and with ease.

"You said it a few days ago?" Hopkins's tone was full of doubt.

"yes, didn't I speculate on the Ripper's personality that day in the office? A very powerful ripper, who has defeated other members of his kind, he has no self-desire, he is just doing a very cliché thing, that is, upholding the justice of his own heart, he is murdering those who cannot be punished by the law.

I also said that the target of his murder has long been out of the poor class, no longer those prostitutes and robbers, he is very single-minded in his thinking, and he is very particular about the selection of targets

He murdered people in the power class, who had great social resources in his hands, but who used them to do evil.

He is using murder to purify the society, but at the same time, he is also exposing his own social class.

It is impossible for a poor person to have access to the secrets of the upper circles, and an ordinary believer who can only pray in the church cannot have access to the existence of the Pope at that level, let alone dig up such things as human trafficking, debt exploitation, unfair trade in children, etc., these are all things that cannot be made public, and the only ones who can easily access these are the judiciary.

So let's sort of integrate these arguments.

A sinner who has a heart of justice and hates the unpunishable nature of the law, the living class has long been separated from the common people, has access to the high-ranking people of the Holy See, and is subordinate to the judiciary"

"Okay. Sounds like you're almost saying my name. Hopkins smiled wryly and said, "By the way, you didn't say this in front of Gregerson before, just because you didn't want to expose me at that time." ”

"yes, I think we get along pretty well."

"But, I'm a judge of the Inquisition, how can I be a ripper.

And these are just your conjectures. You don't have a way to directly identify me as the murderer, and the most important thing is that I didn't have time to commit several murders during this time.

Moreover, those are impossible murders, and it is not too hasty to confront a supreme judge of the court to confront a supreme judge of the trial without even knowing how people died? ”

"Sloppy? I don't think, or rather, I don't care. Sherlock said indifferently, "As for what you said, these killings. Come on, it's not an impossible murder, it's even the simplest of methods."

(End of chapter)