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The slightly bumpy carriage entered Whitehall. Li En looked out the dark carriage window and saw that there were fewer people than outside Whitehall.

Although it is called Whitehall, it is actually a north-south street in the Borough of Westminster.

It is a major thoroughfare connecting Trafalgar Square and the Parliament area, frequented mostly by officials, messengers, and soldiers, and occasionally by visitors.

It is near Downing Street, but it was not famous enough at this point in time. It was only when the Prime Minister's power was increased and 10 Downing Street was established as the Prime Minister's residence that it became well-known.

However, Li En also had doubts about this, after all, the church in this world was even more terrifying.

The carriage arrived at the main entrance of No. 4 Whitehall, which is also the main entrance of Scotland Yard.

Although he had been there once before, Li En still felt that the overall environment of Scotland Yard was quite harsh. The surrounding area was full of horse-drawn carriage lanes, and the air was filled with coal smoke, which was a considerable test for the human lungs.

After getting off the carriage, Joel led Li En into the main gate of Scotland Yard.

The two policemen wearing top hats at the door saw Joel, instinctively straightened their posture, and saluted him.

The old red bricks on the walls of Scotland Yard's main building are blackened and covered in ash, and the roof is also made of old-fashioned slate tiles. With its rows of chimneys, it doesn't look like an official institution at all, but more like a courtyard in a poor neighborhood.

Following Joel, Li En made his way to the third floor of the main building of Scotland Yard.

The main building is dimly lit, with dark blinds drawn year-round and gas lamps providing illumination, creating a rather oppressive atmosphere.

Upon entering the criminal investigation office on the third floor, a huge table occupied most of the office space.

The desk was piled high with paper files, and a map of London was nailed to the office wall with many complicated markings. It was so dense that it was dizzying to look at and impossible to distinguish the main points from the secondary ones.

Inside the criminal investigation office, a dozen police officers were gathered, reviewing case files and related investigation reports, working intensively to solve the case.

When Joel walked in, they were also engrossed in their work.

But they looked terrible; they were all thin and had dark circles under their eyes.

It's likely due to excessive stress, leading to severe sleep deprivation. If this continues, they are very likely to develop psychological problems.

An officer noticed Joel enter the office, immediately stopped what he was doing, and approached him. "Sir, great news! We received a reply from a professor of occultism at Oxford University. He's willing to assist us with the investigation and will arrive in London this afternoon!"

After saying that, the officer added, "However, the professor can only assist us for a limited time. He still needs to participate in the judging schedule of the Golden Dawn Open. In terms of time management, he prefers his main job."

Joel nodded slightly. "I understand. Let's take good care of this professor first."

After receiving Joel's answer, the officer nodded in response, only then noticing Lee En following behind Joel.

"Sheriff, who is this...?"

Joel cleared his throat, drawing the attention of all the officers in the office.

"Let me introduce you," Joel said, pushing Lyon forward a little. "This is Mr. Lyon Welsh. He is a student at Miskatonic University and is favored by both Professor Eli Enso and Professor Cole Osborne."

These officers may not know who Eli Enso or Cole Osborne are, but all they need to know is that he was brought by Joel himself.

"Hey, I know him!" an officer recognized Lee En. "Isn't that the suspect I apprehended at the crime scene the other day?"

Li En also recognized the police officer. It was this officer who had caught him while patrolling the streets the night he nearly encountered the London serial killer after leaving the Money Cat Salon.

What a coincidence!

Joel said, "It has now been confirmed that Mr. Wells is not the London serial killer. He will serve as our consultant in the field of occultism and will cooperate with our investigation."

"Of course, since a highly respected professor of occultism is assisting in the investigation, we should prioritize that professor's judgment and use Mr. Wells's judgment as a reference. Is that alright?"

Lee nodded in agreement. His purpose in coming here was more to replicate the label on Joel's head.

Of course, there was also the idea of ​​confirming the relationship between her father and the London serial killer.

After confirming that everyone had no objections, Joel walked to the table and steered the conversation onto a more formal level.

"Alright, now I have something to tell you all."

"Regarding the latest case, I've decided not to include it in the London serial killer case, but to investigate it separately as a copycat."

Upon hearing this news, all the police officers present were stunned.

Copycat?

That doesn't make sense. Details of the London serial killer's murders have never been made public, and it's impossible to find any details in The Times.

If someone is truly a copycat, and can imitate so convincingly that no one suspects it, that would be terrifying.

"Sheriff Greg," an officer raised his hand and asked, "what evidence has convinced you this is a copycat crime?"

Joel glanced at Li En, then repeated exactly what Li En had told him in the carriage.

"First of all, the London serial killer only kills one person at a time, which has been a habit for quite some time."

"High-profile serial killers like these all share a common trait: they have their own set of unique killing principles, and they will not break their killing principles unless there are exceptional circumstances."

Joel pointed at Lee, "Mr. Wells is the survivor who survived the London serial killer. He was just one step away from witnessing the crime scene that night."

"The London serial killer at the time could have easily killed him and thrown his body into the Wandal River, but that's not what happened."

"The London serial killer preferred to leave the body where it was and escape rather than kill Mr. Wells, but this time a second body has appeared, which is unusual in itself."

The officers around him nodded in agreement as they heard Joel repeat his analysis.

"The sheriff is right."

"I see. No wonder I felt something was off about this case. Was it a copycat crime?"

"That despicable copycat! He tried to take advantage of the situation. I'll catch him and give him a good whipping!"

Joel observed everyone's expressions and continued to repeat Li En's original words.

"Of course, it's also possible that the London serial killer changed his killing habits, but there must be a reason for that."

"If the serial killer has truly changed his killing habits, it will certainly be reflected in the subsequent events."

"We can start by investigating the copycat crime, and if it is later confirmed that the killer has changed his killing habits, then we can switch our approach back."

The officers in the office burst into applause.

"As expected of Sheriff Greg, he's very thorough in his considerations."

"They said before that you had a 100% crime-solving rate before you were transferred to Scotland Yard. At the time, I didn't quite believe it and thought it was just boasting, but now it seems I believe it."

"You're a genius detective! Sheriff, I admire you more and more!"

Voices of praise and approval echoed across the walls painted with dull gray paint, reverberating in the dimly lit criminal investigation office.

Joel looked at Lee, who simply walked to the glass window and tugged on the cord.

Snapped--

The blinds were opened, and a little sunlight shone in from outside, illuminating a corner of the dimly lit office.

Lee En also looked at Joel, but their eyes didn't meet; instead, Lee En's gaze fell on the top of Joel's head.

Through the visible light path under the Tyndall effect and the dust scattered in the air, the previously blurry label above Joel's head finally revealed its true form.

[Name: Joel Greg]

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