Mr. Smith was a little curious, but it was just a little bit. Now he had a headache and was full of doubts and confusion. He did not want to spy on too many things that had nothing to do with him.

However, Mr. Sherlock Holmes's appearance and appearance were quite eye-catching at first sight, and he was just an impressive look.

He was about forty years old and was dressed like a gentleman, wearing a tall black felt hat, holding a cane and a pipe, and was 1.8 meters tall, with an extremely thin body and particularly slender.

This man's eyes were very sharp, and his slender hooked nose made his appearance look particularly alert, decisive, with a square and prominent jaw.

Trouble guy...

For some reason, when he saw this person, this thought came to Mr. Smith's mind, as if his intuition was telling him that this person would become his biggest obstacle.

However, he himself was confused about this inexplicable idea, so he naturally didn't take it to heart.

As for Mr. Sherlock Holmes' companion, it was another middle-aged man, slightly shorter, about 1.7 meters tall, he looked more strong, plump and well-proportioned, with a side beard, and he looked more friendly.

Is it a detective?

Subconsciously making such speculation, Mr. Smith vaguely remembered that because of the chaos in London for centuries, Scotland Yard was born in a small courtyard in Whitehall in the early 19th century, a few years before the beginning of the Victorian era.

However, the new modern security system had only about 3,000 police forces, and they were facing the security of the city of London, the capital of the British capital, at that time.

This is simply a drop in the bucket, not to mention the mixed quality of the police force. Not to mention their low income and lack of training, alcoholism and bribery have become essential qualities for the police. So much so that at that time, the police department was regarded as the most ignorant, corrupt, and inefficient department.

The original police force of 3,000 people was less than one-sixth in less than four years.

Because the police force in London is insufficient, the quality of police officers is worrying, the criminal investigation methods are backward, and the criminals' unstoppable criminal instincts have made the crimes that breed in the dark become increasingly popular, so the government later established a Criminal Investigation Bureau.

But it is a bit of a joke to protect the city of London with an official detective team of more than 100 people.

But it is probably because of this market demand that private detectives can make a living?

Mr. Smith was thinking so randomly and didn't care too much, but although he didn't listen carefully to the conversation between the three people who had walked away, he still clearly heard what these people said.

Perhaps last night, there were several murders in the East End of London, where there were mixed together, and it was suspected that they were black and black. The victims were not only killed, but also stripped of a human skin. The murderer was extremely cruel.

This almost collapsed the already overwhelmed Scotland Yard, so it was only possible to ask the detective Sherlock Holmes to come out... This detective seems to be very famous?

Mr. Smith thought so, but he didn't care too much. He only arrived for a few days and completely confirmed and accepted the reality yesterday. It was normal for him not to understand some things very well.

He only knows some general, macro-level background and details of this era. How many books he read in the school library and how much information he can remember now are all prerequisites that determine his knowledge and skills points in this area.

The most important point is that this does not mean whether it is the real history that happened on Earth. If it is a parallel universe, it is very likely that there are great differences.

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...

When Holmes and Watson arrived at the scene, they found that there were people around the alley. Many people couldn't help but stand outside the blockade, stand on tiptoe and look inside, and watch strongly.

They were talking a lot, especially those who lived nearby, who vividly described what happened here last night—

In the dark alley under the cold night, the drizzle wet the cold ground with blood winding. In the shadows that the gas lights on the streets outside could not be illuminated, the cunning and cruel criminals began a carnival blood feast in absurd manner...

Everyone is confident and speaks with great sensation, as if they have witnessed it with their own eyes or even experienced it with their own eyes. However, most of the brain-supplementing ingredients are, or they should be said to occupy all of them.

After all, when the incident occurred last night, they didn’t dare to come out and take a look when they heard the sound. They could know something by just listening to the sound. Isn’t it a brain-based martial arts master who can still be a martial arts master who can judge the position of listening and sound?

To be honest, if it hadn't been dawn, the sun had come out, and the police had arrived at the scene one after another, they would not have the courage to come out to watch.

I would just huddle at home like I did last night and dare not speak, for fear that I would attract the attention of the criminals as soon as I made a sound, and then suffer unintentional disasters.

Several policemen maintained order at the entrance of the alley, and it seemed that they were no longer accustomed to such scenes, so they did not intend to stop the people from watching and talking. They would only speak up and blame them when some people crossed the line.

Watching the fun is human nature, and it is difficult to eliminate such things, especially in the East End of London, where there are many different religions and all kinds of people gather. Don’t have high expectations for the quality of the residents here, as that is unrealistic.

After Sherlock Holmes and Watson arrived, Inspector Restrade brought them to the scene of the murder and complained that the police force was not enough, but this happened again last night.

"...At present, five such murder scenes have been discovered, basically they happened after nightfall until the early morning. The last place was that three people were killed at the same time. What's strange is that their common points seem to be not good people..."

"...The rain covered up too many traces, and even the time of the incident was determined by asking nearby residents. And according to the information they were asked, they seemed to be killed in the process of committing an offense..."

"... Just like this scene, in addition to finding the blood of the deceased, we also had another person's blood, but we couldn't find any more clues. The deceased seemed to have traces of fighting with someone before he died..."

In the midst of the commentary of Inspector Restrade, Sherlock Holmes carefully inspected the scene, observed the body, and then frowned deeply.

Dr. Watson also checked the body. Years of medical practice have made him accustomed to this kind of scene. To be honest, the scene was not very bloody. The body of the deceased was preserved quite well except for a large piece of human skin cut off.

Besides, when he was in Afghanistan, he had seen even more tragic situations. He was bombed by artillery shells and was full of unlucky people on the ground. That was really tragic.

However, things cannot be simply seen in appearance. Everyone knows that no matter how miserable a person dies on the battlefield, there is nothing worth exploring, and there is no need to study the truth behind the cause of death... The word war is enough to explain everything.

But now, what he found is worth exploring.

"Holmes?" Without rashly speaking his opinion, Dr. Watson looked at Holmes and showed a look of surprise.

"There are too many places that can be doubted, and it is not possible to confirm it yet..." Sherlock Holmes said, picking up his cane and walking out. "I don't think that the rain last night covered up many things, leaving many traces, but there are also quite a few suspicious places."

"What?" Inspector Restrade asked in confusion.

"Let's go, go to other murder scenes first and then take a look, and maybe you can find more clues."

But Holmes did not answer and directly asked to go and see other places of the incident.

"Also, you said before that the people nearby said that a wandering mane must have been attacked last night because she heard her cry for help... But when the police arrived after dawn, they only found the scene of a man being killed, right?"

"Uh...yes."

"Then let's check it out from this clue to see if there are any strange and suspicious places in the nearby streets. Women who will pass by here at night should live nearby..."

Sherlock Holmes said, frowning as well, feeling a little confused.

The detective is not a god, and he cannot directly understand the whole story from the perspective of God... His superb wisdom and keen insight, coupled with collecting enough clues and evidence, can he piece together the whole picture of the entire case.

Wisdom is not apocalypse, but a painstaking pursuit.

However, now, the detective was just a little confused and didn't care too much. In his opinion, this case was actually nothing different from usual.

The reason why he was puzzled was that he had not found enough clues to figure out the truth behind it. Many of the cases he handled had criminals with "excellent first-class techniques this century."

Before the truth is detected, just looking at the appearance will make people feel incredible and difficult to understand, but after the truth is detected, you will find that it is actually just that... You must always follow the objective laws of this scientific and rational world.

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...

The popularity of the "skinning case" has been rising for a few days and slowly began to fall, as if it was just a flash in the pan.

In fact, since the 19th century, various strange real crime news have begun to explode. Reading various case details, solving cases and murder gossip from newspapers was the daily life of the people of London during the Victorian period.

Compared with other parts of the UK, London, which has 16,000 "criminal classes", can see new cases almost every day... In this ancient city, sin is like the surging undercurrent hidden under the timeless and quiet river of the Thames, silent but real.

The popularity of the "skinning case" cannot occupy the valuable news page for a long time. After a few days of no movement, it was quickly squeezed down.

Until this day, it was another night when it was cold and drizzling and mist filled the city—

In the East End of London, where there are mixed fish and dragons, a particularly remote and chaotic place like a slum, in a dilapidated low bungalow, under the dim kerosene lamps, the doors and windows were completely sealed by wooden boards.

Five men with a somewhat dirty and sloppy body, or a vicious face slowly woke up from their coma.

“Where is this…”

“Where am I?”

"Why are you here too?"

Their consciousness gradually became clear and they looked at the accomplices in confusion. Then someone took a breath and touched the back of their heads, feeling a burst of thrust.

After a little communication, they found that they were all beaten up for some reason and were here when they woke up again.

The closed room was full of stench. Several kerosene lamps were hung on the roof. The dim light illuminated the space to a certain extent. The few people's faces suddenly changed. This place was like an abandoned public toilet.

The ground and walls are full of disgusting stains, dirty and smelly. On the opposite side, there are black toilets against the wall...

They tried to hold back their disgust and had no time to think too much. They cursed and wanted to stand up and leave this damn place first. But after a few steps, the sound of chain friction sounded.

The five people subconsciously looked down at the same time, and saw that one of each of them was tied up with shackles, and the chains locked them tightly on this side.

At this moment, something strange rustled suddenly-

They turned their heads and found that on the middle ground of this enclosed space, there was a three-legged stool with a strange machine on it.

A punched cassette kept sucking and spitting in a special player, turning into a sound, as if a man started to speak, in a very plain and soothing tone.

"Good evening, everyone, you don't know me, but I know you. I want to play a game, and there is a key to untied your shackles in the toilet opposite you. All you have to do is put your hand in and take it out..."

"But it should be noted that the toilet is not the kind of disgusting thing you think, but an acid agent I specially configured. It not only corrodes your arms, but also dissolves the key within three minutes. The timing starts when you hear this, so hurry up..."

"I know it's hard for you to make up your mind to reach in three minutes, but it doesn't matter. There is a hacksaw behind the toilet. You can use it to cut off your legs... I remind you that you must escape from the room within ten minutes because I added some gadgets to the room, and it will start in ten minutes..."
Chapter completed!