A Weird Theater That Started In London Chapter 7

　　 River Thames, King's College.

　　 Department of Medicine, No. 2 Anatomy Room, brightly lit.

　　 "What do you see?"

　　 "Professor Duke, judging by what you said in class, the deceased died between 1:30 and 1:30 this morning."

"sure?"

"Uh…"

　　The student in the white coat hesitated for a while, and finally said slowly: "Uncertain, the corpse phenomenon will be affected by the environment, blood loss and other factors, postponed or advanced, or even non-existent."

　　 "Teacher, professor, what are you doing looking at me?" The students did not dare to continue.

　　 Duke saw him full of anxiety, and instantly reminded him of himself in high school. Why bother to learn scum.

　　 However, since this morning, the scumbag Duke has disappeared, replaced by Mr. Duke, the youngest medical professor in Western history.

　　Although the whole process is very bizarre, as a modern young man who is proficient in various online literary routines, Duke only struggled for a few seconds before he thought of the main **** space, nightmare space...

　　 And two hours ago, a pleading letter from the Whitechapel District Police Station convinced Duke that his main task was here!

　　 He quickly took a student and rushed to the autopsy room.

　　 "Bernard, you are very talented, maybe modern forensic medicine depends on you to save it."

　　 At this moment, Duke's passionate voice echoed in the anatomy room, like a priest praying.

　　 Unfortunately, there are only two listeners around.

　　 One death and one alive, the reaction is also different.

The lady lying on the dissection table was silent and protested with an unspeakable stench, but Bernard, who was highly praised by her mentor, was so excited that she could not hold on to herself. If she hadn't had some sense of reason, she would have shouted loudly. Screamed.

　　 "However, you are still too far behind."

　　 These words are no different from pouring cold water on his head, and Bernard is in a trance, because in his impression, the professor is very stable, and there are few people with such bad tastes.

　　 "Okay, I won't tease you anymore. I will start the autopsy right away. Put on the mask soon. God knows how many germs there are on the deceased."

　　 After finishing speaking, Duke restrained his emotions and took it out in a familiar manner: gloves, puncture needles, hemostatic forceps, scalpels, pointed scissors, **** thermometers, bone saws...

　　 Bernard has never seen such a complete set of equipment, some of which can't even be named.

　　 "Professor, can you start?"

　　 "Well, open it all."

　　 The duel between modern forensics and the murderer is about to begin.

　　 However, in the next second, the sound of vomiting came out of the second autopsy room.

　　 "Bernard, if you can't stand it, go out first, remember to close the door... vomit!"

　　 "It's okay...just spit it out."

　　 A few minutes later, the two put on new masks, and Duke, who inherited the memory of forensic medicine, gradually became serious and lost the previous jump.

　　 Speaking for the dead is a task, but also a responsibility.

　　 "Bernard, sometimes, there is a certain error in judging the time of death based on the degree of corpse spots."

　　 "Besides, this lady lost too much blood. Using this method has little effect."

　　 Duke, wearing two layers of gloves, said as he gently pressed the corpse with his fingers, and found that it was only slightly faded, and added: “So, the temperature of the deceased's **** needs to be measured.”

　　 "This task will be handed over to you, you must believe in yourself."

"what?"

　　 Without waiting for the student to speak, Duke handed the thermometer over and gave him a approving look.

　　 Soon after, Bernard looked at Duke with a bitter look: "Sir, the calculation results are out. If the formula you provided is correct, the deceased should have been killed at 11:30 last night."

　　 "Understood, you should wash your hands first, write down all of these, and then find a pot. It's better to be bigger."

　　 "By the way, I want coal."

　　 After entering the state, Duke did not even lift his head, and ordered casually.

　　 "What are you going to do?"

　　 Bernard was puzzled.

Hearing that, Duke put down the measuring ruler, picked up a bone saw, and said calmly: "The shape of the symphysis pubis is used to determine the age of the deceased. Therefore, I need to take out the pelvis and boil some of the soft tissue in the way. ."

　　 "Professor, are you Satan?"

　　In Bernard's eyes, his mentor has become a disgusting person, he quickly refused, and stepped forward to take the bone saw.

　　 "If you let others know about this, I'm afraid we will both go to prison!"

Wiping off the blood splashed on his collar, Duke stood up and persuaded: "You have read the letter. You should know the whole story. The murderer is still at large. Perhaps, another dead soul will be added tonight. This In this case, it is better to believe in science instead of relying on private investigators."

　　 "In fact, nothing can comfort the undead better than catching a murderer, besides, the letter says that this corpse will be handled by me."

　　 "Well, I hope your theory is useful."

　　 Two hours later, the students passing by the building found that there was smoke wafting from the window in the dissection room.

　　 The night is deep.

　　 White Church District, Police Station Branch.

　　 Lu Li stood in the stone-built entrance hall, holding a coffee cup, thinking about how to lock the murderer's identity, but the police officers passing by, afraid of disturbing him, all walked around.

　　 A wandering warbler, a man with generous shots, how can the two intersect?

　　 According to normal logic, there must be some connection between the murderer and the victim.

　　 However, with the exception of anti-social characters, such as Jack the Ripper, but Lu Li, a normal person, could not put himself in the role of a lunatic anyway.

　　 "Mr. Detective, the identity of the deceased has been ascertained, Martha Tabrian, 41 years old at UU Reading www.uukanshu.com."

　　 At this moment, Officer Winsley walked quickly with a document. It seemed that he was in a good mood, at least he was not straightforward.

　　 "All the information found by the plainclothes police detective is recorded on it, please take a look."

　　 At the same time as receiving the documents, Lu Li said in a deep voice, "Have you found out which guests she has received recently?"

　　 "Well, there are currently two suspects, plainclothes have gone to invite them over."

　　 In the hall, there was silence again, only the sound of pages turning.

　　 Until ten minutes later, a homeless man rushed in from the rain and shouted vaguely:

　　 "Another one died!"

　　 "Letter! Letter to you!"

　　 No one would have imagined that a madman rushed into the police station. When Winsley reacted, he had already ran away. The whole process definitely did not exceed thirty seconds.

　　 For a time, everyone looked at each other.

　　 Not far away, two guards wearing black tarpaulins were taken aback, and they ran after them.

　　 Looking at the letter on the ground with the skull postmark, an ominous premonition enveloped everyone.

　　【To the detective Mr. Lu Li:

　　Tong said that with your help, the Scotland Yard investigation is on track.

　　 This is ridiculous!

　　 I kill because I like to kill. Moreover, I hate the wanderings the most in my life, and I will insist on punishing them.

　　 By the way, the woman who died this time didn't even have a chance to mourn, and next time, I will cut some souvenirs for you!

　　 Tomorrow night, my knife is going to make trouble again, just let it have a good time!

　　 Try to catch me, huh, haha!

　　The last signature: Jack the Ripper, from hell]

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