"Interesting." Holmes closed the notebook in his hand. "Mark Cohen did have a conflict with those prostitutes. So, he brought himself into the role of Jack the Ripper to gain pleasure. However, he did not expect to gradually lose himself."
"These things are clearly recorded in his notebook. After the first murder, he began to fantasize that he was the murderer. By the time he saw the letter in the newspaper, the Jack the Ripper in his soul had completely defeated him. In the end, he could no longer tell who he was." Zhang Heng had already walked out from the other side of the iron fence.
By then, Zhang Heng had already walked out from the other side of the iron fence. He stretched his limbs and wrists. "Also, the uterus you retrieved from his residence. As long as you check it, you will find out that it's not a human. He also had an alibi during the first case. That night, he happened to be delivering a baby to a prostitute. As long as we find the prostitute named Clarissa, we will be able to prove it."
Holmes had his pipe dangling in his mouth. No one knew what he was thinking.
Just then, Lestrade ran over from the other side of the corridor. "I've contacted several newspapers. The chief wants to promote this case well. Not only the police, but you as well. As a special consultant of Scotland Yard, you helped us solve this strange case …"
"Wait a minute." Holmes reached out and interrupted the short sheriff. "We haven't caught the murderer yet. Forget about celebrating. It will only make the real murderer laugh in the dark."
"What are you talking about?" Lestrade was a little puzzled. "The prisoner has just confessed and described the process of his murder."
"He made up the murder process based on the newspaper report. The uterus on the table was taken from a pig," Holmes said, stretching. "Lestrade, I have always thought that you and Gregson are the best officers in Scotland Yard. If you were willing to spend more time collecting clues instead of bragging about your achievements, you would have achieved far more."
The short officer shook his head and said, "I've worked in Scotland Yard for so many years, and no matter what case it is, it should be closed at this point. I think you're just worrying a little too much. Anyway, the reporters should be here in half an hour. The director is going to see the Queen early tomorrow morning to report the good news, and he will also mention to the Queen the credit of you and your Eastern friend in this matter."
"Have you forgotten about the Thames River case so quickly? Are you going to cooperate with the media to lure out the real murderer again? The public may not buy it then." Holmes shook his head.
"This is the chief's decision. No matter what you say, it can't be changed." The short officer spread his hands. "Unless you can conjure another prisoner for me now."
Suddenly, Zhang Heng asked, "Can you let me meet Mark Cohen?"
"You want to see Mark Cohen? Logically speaking, this is against the rules, but since you have contributed so much to the police this time, I can still help you with this little favor, "Lestrade said.
He brought the two to the interrogation room where the prostitute doctor was held. "I have already interrogated him once, so I won't be going in. I still have to deal with the reporters."
After the short officer left, Holmes stroked his chin thoughtfully. "Do you think Mark Cohen's mental abnormality is not an accident?"
Zhang Heng nodded. "From his notes, I can see that he does have some mental illness, but I don't think it's a coincidence that his mental illness worsened during this period. The police are looking for Jack the Ripper, and he just happened to come to us."
"An interesting guess," Holmes said.
Zhang Heng noticed that Holmes used the word 'guess' instead of 'deduction'. Zhang Heng had to admit that after these two incidents, he also realized a problem. If he only used what Holmes taught him, it would be almost impossible to defeat him.
Under the framework of deductive reasoning, a Lv.1 like him could never beat a Lv.3 like Sherlock Holmes. No matter how hard he tried, he could only tie with him. Therefore, if he wanted to win this round of competition, he needed to find another way. In other words, he needed to enhance his aggressiveness and make bold assumptions when there was insufficient evidence.
Holmes once said that this was a big taboo for a detective. If he took the wrong path, he was likely to plunge into a dead end and never get out. But now, Zhang Heng's situation was different. He only needed to win once. As long as he made the right bet, it would be enough.
And Zhang Heng wasn't completely guessing.
He saw Mark Cohen sitting in the interrogation room. The latter looked very quiet, and he did have the temperament of a doctor, except for his pair of small, bulging eyes.
Zhang Heng sat down opposite him. "Are the three murders in the Whitechapel District related to you?"
"Yes, I killed them," Mark Cohen nodded and admitted without hesitation. Mark Cohen nodded and admitted without hesitation. A somewhat neurotic smile appeared on his face. "I like the way they look at me before they die. That pure, unadulterated fear … it's beautiful."
"Really?" Zhang Heng asked. "Aren't you worried that God will punish you?"
The doctor shifted her buttocks, looking a little angry. "God will punish me? No, no, no. I was just doing the right thing. Those women were wrong. God told me to punish them. They deserved it. I followed God's command. His voice … is always around my ears. "
"You heard God's voice?"
"Yes, He said He would reward me and called me His son," Mark Cohen said proudly.
"One last question." Zhang Heng stared into the doctor's eyes. "Which church do you usually go to?"
However, Mark Cohen suddenly shut his mouth when he heard Zhang Heng's question. He stared at the ceiling with his small eyes as if a door would suddenly open and take him away from this world.
However, his action had already given Zhang Heng the answer he wanted.
This time, Holmes listened quietly at the side, not saying a word. It was not until he walked out of the interrogation room that he said, "Interesting. So, you suspect that Father Jacob is the one who affected his mind?"
Zhang Heng nodded. He didn't have time to answer. Instead, he hurried out of the police station, waved for a carriage, and Holmes followed behind him. "Even if you suspect him, why are you in such a hurry? I haven't finished asking my questions. There are only two priests in the Church of the Sacred Heart, and Father Matthew is too old. I can be sure that Father Jacob is not the murderer. So here's the question. Why would he let the mentally ill Mark Cohen believe that he is Jack the Ripper?"
"I'm sure the real murderer must have something to do with him," Zhang Heng said. "As for why I'm in such a hurry, it's because I'm worried about the safety of a friend."
Little Adorkable said.
Thanks for the tip from the Flesh Philosophy Kid ~
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