"Sherlock Sherlock Holmes!" Everyone was surprised. Even though they had not read the novel, the name of the most famous detective in the world was still known to everyone.

After hearing this, Zhu Jue looked at another middle-aged man beside Holmes: "So, are you the blind child who often finds Huadian?"

"Well, my name is Watson." Dr. Watson looked embarrassed, and then he asked Holmes, "Sherlock, are they all your friends? I have never heard of you having any communication with Orientals."

"...We are also a little curious." Ma Shuangcheng said, "Why are you helping us?"

"Observe, friends, don't stop observing." Sherlock Holmes pointed to his eyes and said, "I see from you, you... are coming for some vampire?"

"How did you know?" Ma Shuangcheng asked in surprise.

But Holmes shook his head and said, "There are too many things to answer, but let's go and see the murder scene together. Maybe we can find some clues."

As he said that, he signaled everyone to go with him to check the female body.

"Hey, Chu Yuan." Zhu Jue said to Chu Yuan in a low voice, "Do you have an IQ of 25? Tell me how the old poisonous insect recognizes that we are looking for Dracula."

"My IQ is 22!" Although Chu Yuan lowered his voice, he was still dissatisfied with Zhu Jue's evaluation of him.

"I'm sorry, I overestimated your IQ." Zhu Jue apologized without sincerity, "Just tell me, otherwise how can you reflect your IQ?"

"You didn't even realize this at all, and it was indeed just the wisdom of mortals. The reason why our purpose was seen by him was actually very simple." Chu Yuan's expression seemed to show that he had completely understood it, "That's... because he is Sherlock Holmes!"

"Zhu Jue...how did your friend be discharged from the hospital?" Linn froze his face to control his expression.

"Isn't he called Chu Yuan? Once he was hiking in the hospital department and was stopped by a new security guard and called the hospital to inquire about the situation. The hospital said, 'Hey Chu Yuan!', and the security guard let him go, and he never saw him again." Zhu Jue shook his head, "This child finally caused the security guard to lose his job, which is really uneasy..."

"Are you qualified to say such things?" Linn complained, and then he did not pay attention to the two patients, but followed Sherlock Holmes and his group to check the scene of the murder.

"The deceased is named Catherine Eddols, forty-six years old, has no fixed residence, has been married twice, and is now a wandering mantle on the Flower Street of White Church. This is the fifth similar murder case in a few days." The white-haired police officer looked at the body and sighed.

"Forty-six years old..." Zhu Jue couldn't help but show an unacceptable expression, "I'm so old and I don't want to retire, but I'm even selling it..."

"Don't you mind if I check this body carefully?" Sherlock Holmes asked, leaning his crutch against the wall and then starting to bring himself a pair of gloves. It seemed that he was not going to wait for the reply before taking action. Of course, after Holmes showed the document, the police officer had to let Holmes take action on his own.

The others also approached a little closer and carefully observed the corpse. The cause of the poor Catherine's death should be two huge wounds on her neck and abdomen. The murderer used a familiar technique to cut her throat with a knife, and at the same time cut her abdomen. Her intestines were taken out and thrown to her chest. Her skin was extremely pale.

Sherlock Holmes looked through the wound on her abdomen, then turned to Huasheng and said, "John, come and take a look."

Watson also walked upstairs after hearing this. Although he felt a little disgusted by the tragic corpse, years of medical experience have made him accustomed to this kind of scene, and he has seen even more tragic situations when he joined the army in Afghanistan.

Watson also took out a pair of gloves and put them on, pulled open the wound on Catherine's abdomen. Then he immediately frowned and raised his head and said, "This woman's ** and a kidney are gone! Judging from the method of removing organs, the murderer is definitely a person who is proficient in human anatomy... But what should he do to take the *** and kidneys?"

"In this case, we should not overestimate the murderer's humanity." Sherlock Holmes also frowned.

When Zhu Jue saw this scene, he shook his head: "...This murderer... is so unsavory. He has to make a living to taste..." However, before he finished speaking, Zhu Jue was covered by Linn beside him.

"Can you pay attention to the occasion when you speak?" Linn said in a low voice in Zhu Jue's ear, "Do you want the police around you to misunderstand that we are the murderers!"

"Speaking honestly is my advantage." Zhu Jue said after opening Linn's hand.

"It seems that you have your own opinion on the consequences of those organs?" Hearing Zhu Jue's previous Holmes, he began to look at Zhu Jue and said, "I have the same opinion as you."

"Tasteful!" Zhu Jue said eagerly to Sherlock Holmes, "I'll treat you to a skewer next time I come to China!"

"No need for this..." Sherlock Holmes shook his head and continued to say to Watson, "John, look here again." He pointed to Catherine's neck, and a huge wound cut her throat.

"A very fatal slash," said Watson. "It seems that this knife killed the poor Miss Aidos. The wound on her abdomen should have been cut open after she died."

"Didn't you find anything wrong, John." Sherlock Holmes shook his head gently, "If you die of a throat cut, are there too little blood nearby? And I didn't find any signs of her struggling."

Only then did everyone realize that although there were indeed a lot of blood on the ground, because it was evenly spread, it seemed that the amount of blood spilled out was only three or four hundred milliliters, and this was nothing compared to the total reserves of only four liters of blood in the human body.

"There was no corpse spots on her body, which was formed by the fact that the blood stopped flowing after death. This also shows that she died after losing a lot of blood." Sherlock Holmes said, "But where did the blood go?"

Watson frowned, he carefully looked at the two wounds again, and then said, "That's right... these two wounds were cut out with a knife after death. The wound on this neck..." He tried hard to wipe away the blood that had solidified on his neck with a glove, and then near the cut wound, he found some traces. "The wound on this neck covered the other two smaller wounds. The two wounds were similar to straws, penetrated the arteries of Miss Aidos, and then sucked all the blood in her body..."

"You found the blind spot, Watson." Sherlock Holmes stood up, took off his blood-stained gloves, and said, "This murderer did not just kill people, but he also took away all the blood from the victim. Do you know what props are that the carotid artery of this size and shape pierces the human body, and will not suck it all over?"

"...No." Watson shook his head, "I have never heard of such props for half my life."

"Is that right? Then it seems we can come up with the answer." Sherlock Holmes rebooted and picked up the cane that was placed aside, gently lit the land under his feet.

"Sherlock, you mean..." Watson's brow frowned even deeper.

"Apart from all the impossible situations, the remaining answers, even if they are incredible, are the truth we are looking for."

"vampire!"
Chapter completed!