In fact, Nightingale didn't think that she had cracked any incredible secret room, she just said the most basic answer.

She also didn't know anything about the vault vault, and she had been staying in her cottage these days, unaware of the murders that were going on outside.

At this moment, she just looked at the inquisitor sent by the court in front of her with some surprise, and saw that he was still driving the car quietly, moving forward steadily, and did not admit Sherlock's accusations, but there was no hysterical rebuttal, let alone conscious absurd ridicule.

After getting along these days, she could feel that Mr. Hopkins was a very respectable person, humble, gentle, polite, tenacious, with an almost demanding attitude towards his position, and she could see the lights in the makeshift office every day until late at night.

As an inquisitor, he seems to see it not just as a job or as an identity, but as a vehicle that carries justice.

Is such a person really a ripper?

Could it be that he was faced with a mountain of case files every day, staying up until the wee hours of the morning, working like a tireless machine, in order to find the next victim?

Sherlock didn't care about Nightingale's contradiction and shock at this time, but continued to explain the case without a hint of humanity:

"Actually, the murderer only needs to catch that box of food to a high place, and that's it.

It's that simple.

The specific operation method only needs a line tied to the hook, and another thread is tied to the end of the hook, so that it is like a pendant, into a [V] shape, so that the hook can be hooked on the handle of the box by pulling the two ends of the thread.

Then pull the box up

The diameter of the runner door of the vault is four meters, so the height of the interior space must have exceeded four meters, in fact, it is 4.3 meters. A normal person can't get to the box on the ceiling, as for the books and pillows that are thrown around, in fact, the deceased is trying to smash the box down, and it is estimated that he has also tried to raise the book, but obviously, it is useless.

In fact, if it weren't for the deceased's excessive caution, he wouldn't have died so aggrieved, but if he asked someone to move a bed in, it is estimated that he would be able to stand up the bed and try to climb up.

But alas, there is no if in this world.

Oh, by the way, it should be emphasized here that the reason why the murderer was able to kill in this way means that the murderer already knew the inside of the vault before the banker closed the door to the vault.

He knew where the box of food was, knew that the deceased had no tools to climb, and by the way, he needed to know the approximate sleeping time of the deceased.

At that time, the only people who saw the inside of the vault, apart from the staff of the bank, were the judicial officers who followed the clues of the ripper. ”

Just fished the food to the ceiling of the vault

It's extremely simple, but from beginning to end, no one seems to think in this direction.

In fact, it can't be said that no one can think of it, and it is more likely that someone deliberately created the Ripper's ability to kill people indiscriminately regardless of any situation, so under such a premise, no one would think of such a simple method.

It is not so much the subtlety of the technique as the skill that guides people's inherent thinking to be stronger.

The convoy slowly drove into the city, and now it has passed midnight, most of the citizens have already fallen asleep, even those young people who like to stay up late, but also because of the power outage, go to bed early. Only a few homeless people wandering the streets and alleys, awakened by the rumble of the convoy, curled up in the corners of the alleys, and watched the vast convoy and the crowd of people walking on the road with those eyes that had long been accustomed to darkness.

Hopkins slowed down some of his progress, and driving too fast on this not-so-well-lit city street could cause unnecessary traffic accidents.

"I have to say, it's really a very simple method, and if I'm not mistaken, you should also use my identity to explain why the murderer can get past the layers of guards placed by Pope Nadine Belu in the church.

Because the Ripper is me, I can walk into the church generously without anyone suspecting me. ”

Hopkins said calmly, and Sherlock nodded naturally:

"Of course, as the person in charge of the entire Ripper case, you can certainly get through that church."

"But if I had approached the room where Pope Nadine Beru was, it would have been known, so why didn't the men who were guarding the door mention it when we first found out about his death?"

"Because Pope Belu didn't want anyone else to know that someone had gone to see him, he deliberately dismissed all the guards around the room before that, and it was he who personally opened the door for the murderer from the inside." Sherlock came up with an even more incomprehensible explanation.

"Are you saying that Pope Nadine Beru, when he knew that someone wanted to assassinate him, deliberately separated the people who had been arranged, and then took the initiative to open the door and let me in? Hehe. Do you think this explanation is really convincing? ”

"It would seem strange to describe this series of actions of the Pope, of course, but if even before that, even the Pope had not entered that room, or even more accurately, it was the time when we went to visit the Pope.

Someone whispered something to Pope Nadine Beru.

Then the Pope of Belu will surely obediently arrange a route for the man to meet him secretly at the time set by him, and then personally welcome him into his room. ”

Hearing this, Hopkins frowned, as if he had already thought of what kind of words would be so powerful, but he still asked with certainty: "What words?" ”

"Ahem." Sherlock cleared his throat, then pretended to be a mysterious voice, and said calmly: "I have heard that every few months, the great Pope Nadine Belu would play with a little boy alive until it was broken, and then send it to a feed production factory, where he would be crushed and fed to pigs.

It took me a lot of money to get this news, and of course, I don't believe it myself.

So, at 9 o'clock tonight, we should have a good chat, and you want to know who sold me this news. ”

(End of chapter)