"He walked over to the corpse again and pulled up one of the female corpse's arms, "Look, the whole arm is hard like a stick of wood and slightly bent outward, this is not necrotic stiffness, but a sign that the axillary tendons have been severed, which would render the corpse's arm completely useless."

He also pointed to the corpse's legs as if nothing had happened: "The lower limbs were also cut off with the same technique to cut off the medial musculature, in this way the deceased was completely paralyzed on the ground, and at the mercy of the murderer's slow dissections, he couldn't struggle, couldn't even scream, because the murderer had used hooks to destroy the dead man's vocal cords and vocal folds by passing through the larynx......"

His tone was that of a nagging family member, but his words conveyed a sense of extreme desperation and pain.

"And this technique is a long rumored method of eating beef in the city of Rochester."

"Method of eating beef?" Catherine couldn't help but wonder again.

"Yes, that's how they deal with live cows over there to keep the meat fresh, cutting up the meat while stopping the bleeding with mistletoe flower juice and the cow's body twitching in the process, it's very amusing, butit was outlawed over 20 years ago by the local MPs in the name of animal cruelty, so it's really annoying......But if you want to try it, I can take you to some good underground restaurants, it's just a bit expensive," Sherlock said to Catherine with a smile.

"Concentrate on your case!"

"Good."Sherlock continued, "In short, the murderer's such skillful craftsmanship is certainly not practiced in a day or two, those arteries under the arm bushes, if touched and broken, the victim will soon bleed to death, the murderer has the experience of extreme patience for this, and probably also takes pleasure in it;

However, the underground restaurants in London cannot provide the necessary environment for this kind of training, the murderer should have his own way, or simply raise his own large livestock, I tend to the latter because it is more mysterious......The sap of the mullein stops bleeding well, but prolonged exposure can make the skin itchy and flaky, and a close-fitting cotton shirt can be effective in relieving this itching..

And the dead man's mouth, just now I said that the killer destroyed his voice door, because there is a very obvious tear mark there in the mouth, you should know that when destroying the voice door, the hook needs to be pressed down a little bit, right, it's hard to reach that angle without breaking the mouth".

No one answered him, probably because they could not keep up with the pace of the conversation or......Who would know about such things..

Sherlock didn't care either, the speed of speech actually accelerated even more: "In short, during the autopsy process, the deceased because of the pain and mouth tear, the face became incredibly distorted, but the murderer is after that, not tired to organize a little bit of his facial muscles back to the normal look.

As I said, it was about five or six o'clock in the morning at that time, and the killer still insisted on finishing the job at that hour, presumably because he or she had some kind of obsession with the face of a beautiful woman, something like "an unattractive woman does not deserve to be killed by me," and even went so far as to leave a witness for him or her.

Such a person, the family is even more superior, then either often invite beautiful women to their homes for a quickie, which is the vulgar solution, and the elegant one is to collect some portraits of beautiful women, I even think he himself may be very good at painting, anyway, can satisfy this kind of hobby, but also can be brought to the stage, these two methods are the most common."

"But what you're saying is completely unfounded and just wishful thinking," Catherine seemed to want to refute the other side.

"I didn't say I had proof either."Sherlock laughed, "It's just the most reasonable speculation at this stage, you might as well make a push in that direction, I don't think you're the kind of guy who needs proof before you make an arrest.

Oh, and by the way, the killer had injuries to the right side of his ribs, I'm sure of it, because there are obvious staccato marks on the sternum incision of the body, and his arm would have shaken a little when he made fine lateral movements, the muscles sticking together."

Sherlock gestured as if he was holding a knife to cut something.

This large paragraph of explanation actually contained a large amount of content, but the time it took to say it was very short, only about a minute.

Sherlock used a clear tone of voice, but accelerated three times the speed of the general, without regard to other people's feelings of a breath all pour out; as if he did not want people to follow his thoughts and sigh for it, only this reasoning and analyzing ability as a very sparse common things.

Rightly so, detectives, some reasoning ability is reasonable, only in the crime scene mortar and pestle for a while, only all the information that can be guessed out of the eyes, this ability is not worth showing off and praise.

But the crowd around them didn't seem to think so.

Just like Catherine, for example, her expression started out bland and nervous, changed a bit to contemplative, and finally became very beautiful again;

And Deacon Bader, who had been standing in silence, his expression also went back and forth between frowning and stretching.......

To be honest, this is a bit out of Sherlock's expectations.

Because according to his own impression of the group of people from the Judgment Division, he still thought that they were the kind of bloody practical people who only needed to know the name of the murderer in order to directly carry out a brutal hunt, but he hadn't expected that he would actually listen to his own reasoning carefully.

Even at the end, there was a slight nod of the head, indicating that he had followed his own train of thought and had given an affirmative statement after digesting a large amount of information.

On the contrary, the young magistrate outside the alley, wrapped in steam armor, had a blank look on his face and only knew how to open his mouth wide.

"Judging from the scene, that should be all that can be surmised, which is why I say I am no longer needed here," Sherlock finally brought the conversation back to where it started, "Then I take some of the unanswered questions home and take my time to think about them is the behavior that will help the case the most at this moment."

Catherine hesitated for a moment, her eyes darting back and forth between the body on the floor and Sherlock several times before finally landing on Deacon Bardell's face and pausing for just a few seconds, as if reading the bereaved man's mind.

After another short while, she spoke slowly:

"Remember, you have less than twenty hours left, if you succeed, you will naturally be thanked by the Church, but if you fail, you will also be duly punished."

"Punishment?"Sherlock's tone didn't really have much doubt, "With all due respect, you all set such tough conditions for solving the case, it's actually a reasonable thing to fail to find the murderer, right, so why should there be punishment?"

"Pressure makes people more focused on their work," Catherine said weakly.

This showed that she knew that these demands were unreasonable, but she didn't care, there was no need for a reason to punish a civilian, in fact, Sherlock felt that if giving himself a knife at this very moment would make that murderer, His Excellency, appear, then the people here would have no hesitation in hacking themselves to death directly and indiscriminately.

However, such unreasonable behavior, even when it came to the life of a straw man, was so reasonable in everyone's eyes.

Because this was a crushing gap in the social structure, so much so that it completely transcended other factors such as ethics and morality; no one would question why the clergyman of the church would want to arbitrarily hack an innocent person to death, just as if they stepped on a weed while walking, no one would care whether that weed was sentenced to death or not.

Of course, Sherlock was definitely too lazy to judge the merits of such a social hierarchy, he was just an ordinary detective, so he smiled politely:

"So......could you request a carriage to take me home, downtown, Baker Street ......it's quite far."