In the afternoon of December 23, 2022, East London.
It has been regarded as a slum in history. In Conan Doyle's writing, the most dangerous place in London in the fog is the East End.
——The dim light emitted by the gas lamp, and the thick white fog enveloped the White Church.
Although the autumn mood is strong, the night is still chilly. On the road, women wearing skirts that are as short as possible are holding hands and pulling passers-by. Only here can you see this kind of prostitutes soliciting customers everywhere. Xiao
The gangsters huddled together, talking about a certain woman's body or thighs, and from time to time they glanced at whether a rich man passed by, intending to extort a vote.
The smell of lust rises like bubbles in a bathtub in the dirty and narrow alleys, and everyone has a drunken look in their eyes.
The smell of fish, powder, sewage, perfume, whiskey and gin, dry wood and fire... The wind faintly carried a few unnatural moans in the distance. Then there was a thick sound in the distance.
The fog is coming, and that is the most terrifying legend in the foggy city.
As long as you think of London, what comes to mind is not the first industrial revolution, the Age of Discovery, or Queen Elizabeth. What comes to mind is the legendary murderer in the foggy city - Jack the Ripper. Then you can
Thinking of night, kerosene lamps, thick fog, alleys, and a woman’s body.
This is already a habitual thinking, just like the first thing that comes to mind when you go to Paris is the Eiffel Tower, but when you go to London, the only ones that are deeply affected are those horror detective novels set in the foggy city.
"It smells really bad!" Andrea sneezed and quickly took out a handkerchief from her pocket to cover her nose.
The forensic doctor stared at Andrea outside the glass and continued the autopsy.
The director took a pile of information and threw it on Giuseppe, "The name of the deceased was Sofia Verdi. She was 23 years old. She was a Greek travel blogger who came to the UK two weeks ago. According to her friend's last visit,
According to the call record, it has been more than five days since today. Her friend reported the crime four days ago. We found her near St. Paul's Cathedral last night."
"My God, this sounds like Whitechapel." Giuseppe frowned as he flipped through the photos of the crime scene.
"Maybe it's a recurring murder case spanning 140 years," the director said.
"It's probably on the news, it's global news." Giuseppe shook his head.
If the body was dumped in some alley, the news could be blocked, but the location of the body happened to be at St. Paul's Cathedral, and it seemed that it was deliberately wanted to let people know.
"Who is he? This is the police station..." The chief turned his attention to Andrea.
"My secretary is equivalent to John H. Watson. The key is that he doesn't charge me a penny." Giuseppe whispered in the director's ear.
Of course the director knew that Giuseppe was a miser, but he was very sure of Giuseppe's ability to do things. "The royal family secretly issued the document."
"Isn't it a time-limited mission?"
"The time limit is one week, because this has attracted the attention of nearly 12 million people. The cabinet, including the royal family, does not want to make this matter bigger. If you need police support, please call at any time. I will first deal with her mother who is crying and fainting.
." After the director finished speaking, he turned and left.
Giuseppe threw the information in his hand to Andrea helplessly.
The sealed room was filled with a disgusting stench, and the body began to rot and rot. This was not the case before it was delivered... The female body was lying on the autopsy table, and the forensic doctor in charge of the autopsy carefully examined her body.
In the wound, Sophia's abdomen was brutally cut open, and all the organs inside were missing. Even the trachea connected to the mouth disappeared neatly.
Forensic doctors have gone through long-term training and have strong psychological qualities, but when faced with this rare scene, the nauseating dizziness first appeared in the only female forensic doctor.
In fact, they had dissected it several times. The fatal wound was on the left cervical artery, and the blood was drawn out with a sharp knife... It was like killing a pig, and all the blood in the body was drained.<
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If there is no problem with the autopsy results - no, they are professionals, they have been certified by the Royal College of Surgeons of Edinburgh, UK, and have rich forensic experience, and their conclusions will never be biased. All the blood in the victim's body was lost, because the blood
The body was gray due to loss - but there wasn't that much blood at the crime scene.
Where did the disappearing blood go?
Sweat broke out on the foreheads of the forensic doctors, and they looked at each other in confusion. With that crisp and sharp knife edge, the murderer definitely had rich medical experience, and acted cautiously and carefully planned.
The lunch that Giuseppe had just eaten had a sour taste and was about to come up from his esophagus. He was a witness at the crime scene, he was not a forensic doctor, and he did not have such a strong psychological quality.
"How is it?" Giuseppe turned his back and looked at Andrea, who was still covering his nose. This was his revelation. He could smell and distinguish different smells in the air.
"Vampire." Andrea answered simply.
"Don't vampires only suck blood?" Giuseppe asked.
"That is your personal wish. Didn't you betray the Czech Republic during World War II and think that everything would be fine for you?" Andrea patted Giuseppe on the shoulder and walked out, "The cafe, the old place." p>
In a small cubicle of a few square meters, Andrea was playing with the computer. The elegant style and the prepared desserts made him enjoy the day of the little lady. Giuseppe sat opposite Andrea and took the lead.
Andrea swallowed the macaron in one bite.
"Why are you here so late?" Andrea tapped her fingers on the keyboard.
"The female forensic doctor fainted, so I rushed in, took her out, and sent her to the hospital. I almost fainted too." Giuseppe grabbed the coffee in front of Andrea, "The more I looked at the body, the more I looked at it.
The more disgusting it is, although it goes against the principle of reverence, but you don’t know that after you leave, the speed of decay will begin to accelerate, just like putting it in something, first keeping it fresh and then taking it out to rot."
"Have you found out the time of death?" Andrea asked.
"If I can find out, I won't come back to you." Giuseppe smiled, "Let's talk about vampires."
Andrea turned the computer screen to face the recording screen.
Giuseppe suddenly stopped smiling, "Where did that happen?"
In the video, the man lying on the stretcher was vomiting blood constantly. His arms were brutally torn off, and one leg was covered in torn muscles. His face was particularly well protected, but
The only wound was that his nose had been completely cut off. Although it was a video, Giuseppe seemed to smell a strong smell of rust, filling the humid and corrupt air on a rainy day.
"Downshire Street Underground Station, but the actual execution plan was to enter from St. Mary's Railway Station, and we found him at Downshire Street Underground Station." Andrea closed the computer.
"This is impossible, they are separated by..."
"It's very far, but you can't deny it." Andrea looked into his eyes, "Vampires not only suck blood, they also eat meat. According to the scenes sent by the execution team before they were killed, they were so hungry that they ate bones.
There are bone remains everywhere. They are a group of hungry ghosts, understand!"
