48 Hours a Day

Zhang Heng did not know where Holmes had gone, but he did find some gorgeous women who had a good relationship with the previous three victims and restored the trajectories of the three victims' lifetime activities from them.

Zhang Heng finally locked his eyes on a man named Mark Cohen.

He is a Jewish doctor active in the generation of the White Church, although he is not a qualified doctor registered with the Central Medical Council, and, of course, very few genuinely qualified doctors serve the gorge.

Not to mention the highly respected physicians, who have always been the first of the three ranks, self-proclaimed as the gentleman class, but with the rise of surgeons and pharmacists, the physicians are constantly losing their leadership, especially as pharmacists gradually transform into general practitioners, and are actively working with surgeons to reform the British healthcare system for more benefits… but even general practitioners, the East Side is not very large, let alone serving the most bottom-line buffalo women.

And that's why people like Mark Cohen have the soil to live.

In a sense, he has a somewhat similar role as a general practitioner. He sees basically everything, but is also responsible for deliveries and some gynaecological diseases, which is why Zhang Heng focuses his attention on him.

The Buddhist women's assessment of him is complicated. On the one hand, his fees are cheap. Although he can't talk about any magic tricks, he can still do some good, but there are also a number of Buddhist women who say that he feels uncomfortable when he is with him, especially his eyes, when his eyes look at you like a snake.

Zhang Heng inquired about Mark Cohen's residence and arrived there before sunset.

The smell here is not very good, not far away is a pig ring, there is also chicken dung everywhere on the road, women wash their clothes by the sewage, a few black men with smoky faces should be boilers in nearby factories, coming from far away.

Zhang Heng did not take much time to find the doctor's apartment, but when he knocked on the door, there was no answer.

Zhang Heng looked at the lock on the eye door and found that it was only the simplest kind. Basically, he had to guard against the gentleman. Zhang Heng glanced around again. See that no one noticed this side of the door, and quietly opened the lock with the knife on his body.

The smell in the door is worse than outside the door. It's a special smell that blends the smell of sweat and rot. Zhang Heng frowned and pulled out the revolver at the waist.

As a result, no more than two steps away, I saw a piece of blood on the ground. There was hardly any furniture in the apartment, but a bed, a wardrobe, and a dining table, socks and dirty clothes were thrown everywhere. Zhang Heng walked along the blood to the front of a cloth curtain and could see a pair of boots through the gap under the cloth curtain.

Zhang Heng did not open the curtain, but stabbed it directly with a small knife with his right hand. The blade easily tore the fabric, but left it empty behind the curtain.

False alarm? The boots still didn't move on the ground, so it just seemed to be left here by its owner.

Zhang Heng quickly opened the curtain with his other hand and saw a place like a simple consultation room with two stools and a small workbench, the most interesting of which was undoubtedly a bloody organ on the workbench.

This is where the blood and smell on the ground comes from, and at this moment a bunch of flies are flourishing.

Zhang Heng's first reaction was to find the part of the uterus and abdominal meat that Bernice had lost in the third murder, so that he would lock the killer in, but the next moment when he walked to the table and looked closely, he found that what was on it was not the shape or size of a human womb, but more of an animal.

Zhang Heng thought about the pig ring he had seen on the side of the road before.

And besides that, he also saw a note on the table, Zhang Heng opened the note, turned two pages, and found that what was recorded there was piecemeal. Most of it was trivial, and there was some medical research, but when he turned back, the content changed, and he could see that the person who wrote it became more and more impatient.

Not only has the writing become increasingly grassy, but the content has also begun to change, more to do with the goblins, who complain about the small amount of money they earn, about the fact that the goblins are always pretending to be pathetic with him, and, according to the notes, a month ago he seems to have had a conflict with two goblins, one of whom walked along with his watch while he was in the hospital, Mark Cohen chased him out, and was tripped to the ground by another goblin, and dropped a tooth.

Zhang Hengzheng was trying to keep looking at it, but at this time, the sound of opening the door came from behind him. Zhang Hengzheng stuffed his notes into his arms, and someone opened the door. It seemed that there were more than one person but two people listening to footsteps.

This surprised Zhang Heng, but it didn't affect his plan.

Zhang Heng can now jump straight out of the window, but when he cut the curtain with a knife, he actually ruled out the road, because once Mark Cohen finds out his place has been moved, he will surely escape at the first moment, let alone take his notes.

So Zhang Hengzo chose to grab the target directly here and send it to the police station.

He hid behind the curtain, listened to the footsteps approaching, and at the same time in his heart, waiting for one of them to reach out and lift the curtain, his knife also passed out, Zhang Heng could see the surprise on the target's face and the fear in his eyes, so that Zhang Heng held his hand in one stroke.

Another policeman also pulled a pistol from the waist in the first place.

Zhang Heng raised his hand and threw away the weapon in his hand, indicating that he had no malice.

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Holmes came to the station an hour later, and he knocked on the floor with his cane and looked at Zhang Heng behind the iron fence with interest, "They were going to let you out half an hour ago, but I asked them to lock you up for a while so you could experience what I was feeling. ”

“Did you tell the cops to arrest Mark Cohen?” Zhang Heng asked.

“Yes, he was actually caught by the police before you went to the doctor's house, and the two officers were there to gather evidence.” Holmes laughed, "Looks like I won this bet, so I can finally think about what the opera is going to see. ”

“I don't think so,” Zhang Hengwang said to Holmes, "You caught the wrong person. ”

“Caught the wrong guy?” Holmes raised his eyebrows.

“You haven't questioned Mark Cohen, have you? ”

“Not bad, but Lestrade admitted he was the killer when the police knocked him down. ”

“He admitted it was useless,” Zhang Heng pulled the notebook out of his arms and swayed, "If you interrogate him, you'll know he's out of his mind. ”