It only took a few minutes to find the clues that the vigilante hadn't found all day, although there are specialties in this art, but isn't this detective's efficiency a little too fast?

'Maybe that London police chief is telling the truth, the only person who can take care of this case within24 hours is him,' Catherine thought with some reluctance, but didn't say anything, instead she asked as a matter of fact, "YES? What does that mean?"

"No idea," Sherlock rose, "but you can sense that the word has an extraordinarily deep meaning for the killer.There's also the point that......"He pauses, walks slowly to the other side of the body, and brings his face up between the body's legs .......

To be honest, the position looked a little lewd, and it was good that Deacon Bardell didn't make a sound to interfere for once.

"Why are all the intestines torn up, but the womb is intact?"

"Maybe it's a habit of the killer."Catherine trailed off.

"No."Sherlock dismissed that without even thinking, "This killer is a serial killer, he's abused over a dozen women while he's been in the lower city, and it's not often you see such skillful knife work.And the internal organs of all the previous victims were pulled out, including the uterus, only this time the killer deliberately kept it, but cut the rest of the internal organs into four......

And then there's the fact that this killer usually doesn't take the dead person's clothes.

Tsk tsk.......Why the change of habit when it comes to treating this lady?"

He muttered to himself.

Looking at him with that more interested look, Catherine quickly asked a question that was shared by everyone in the room, "You......seem to be familiar with this murderer?".

"Because I've been paying attention to him," Sherlock said rightly, "That's what I do, I know more or less about all the killers on the most wanted list, and if I'd followed the normal procedure, I'd have been working on his case in four months."

"......"This answer made sense, but still caused Miss Catherine's speech to stop for two seconds.

"Okay......So what are you going to do next?"

Sherlock shoved his hands into the pockets of his trench coat:

"The killer is obsessed with [4]."

"Perversely preserved the womb."

"Took away the clothes.

"Words carved into the entrails [YES]".

He began to move his feet slowly in place, chattering in a low voice as he went.

This went on for a long time.

He suddenly reached out and rubbed his shoulders and neck vigorously, "The next best thing is for me to go home and get some sleep."

"......??"

The people around them collectively froze for that brief moment.

Even the old priest, who had been snoring softly in the distance, opened his eyes slightly.

"Go back to bed?"Deacon Badr's tone finally had that little rise and fall.

To the civilians' inherent impression, the Deacons of the Judgment Division were generally emotionless law enforcement machines, with blood purification and brutal torture being synonymous with them.

They were allowed to marry, though it was most likely a way to continue their fine lineage, but even so, it was impossible for Sherlock to ignore the identity of the deceased in this murder case.

For this Lord Deacon, called Baldur, undoubtedly had feelings for his wife; whether this feeling was a possessive desire for his own private property or something else, it didn't matter.

Anyway, people's wives were cut up and thrown everywhere, and you say you want to go home and sleep at this time?

"Watch your language, it is disrespectful to the clergy of the Church!"

The young magistrate at the mouth of the alleyway lowered his voice in an almost immediate growl.

There was no way around it, it was his duty, a loyal, good and angry dog, or cannon fodder, eager to show his devout faith.

But without orders from his officers, he could only rage at the mouth of the alley, not daring to take a step into it.

"I'm sorry, Lord Deacon, I didn't mean to insult the Order or you or your wife, it's really because I don't need to be here anymore."

"What do you mean?" Catherine was certainly considered easier to communicate with than the silent Deacon Bader.

"Because I'm done with this scene....It's just a waste of time to stay here any longer, so why don't I go back to my familiar apartment where I'll be comfortable and alone for a while, which will help me think."Sherlock tapped his brain with his index finger.

Catherine's brow remained furrowed.She understood the phrase 'comfort helps thinking', but......:

"You saw the whole scene?"

"Of course," Sherlock said, "My ability to survey the scene is quite good, I've finished observing every detail here, er....For example, I can probably guess now that the murderer is about 190 in height, male, with a stout body, family superiority, left and right hands are the dominant hand, sexual desire, childhood in the city of Rochester life, experienced a lot of unfair treatment or torture, revenge psychology is serious; Usually disciplined, but selfish, enjoys killing, likes to eat raw beef, residence is very large, may be a mansion, mansion hanging with many portraits, exquisitely decorated, has a hobby of raising livestock, has little body hair, likes to wear shapely cotton clothes, and has an old injury to the ribs on the right side of his body......"

He spoke faster and faster, until the magistrate's suppressed low growl came out as expected: "Civilian!You......can't talk nonsense in front of the clergy!You're devoid of piety!".

No one stopped the magistrate's anger, for neither Catherine, Deacon Bardell, nor the old priest really thought......that detective was making a fool of himself, wasn't he?.

If it can be said that the murderer's physical characteristics and personality can be identified through the knife wound, the method of splitting the body, the angle of the blood spatter, etc., it is plausible.

But even what the killer likes to eat, what he lives in, what he wears, and even old wounds can be inferred, this is not right no matter how you look at it.

Besides, you had only been standing there for half an hour.

Sherlock had known this and smiled, of course he was too lazy to explain it all, but looking at the situation, if he didn't explain it clearly, he wouldn't be able to leave this place today.