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Passing Professor Parker, Li En walked up to the two corpses.

Professor Parker discreetly retreated to a corner.

Joel was about to say something when Professor Parker interrupted him.

"Shhh."

He didn't say anything, he just made a shushing gesture.

Seeing this, Joel didn't say anything more.

Dozens of pairs of eyes scanned the dimly lit cell, observing Li En's every move by the faint light of the gas lamps.

Everyone knew that Li En's conclusion would determine the final outcome of the investigation.

If he makes a wrong judgment, although he might not be held responsible, the peace and tranquility of the entire city of London will feel like an invisible mountain weighing on him.

Can a student really make the right judgment under such pressure?

Standing in front of the corpse, Li En first glanced at it briefly.

The bodies were a man and a woman. The woman was a very simple and honest woman, her body covered with the marks of hard work, completely lacking the superficial sophistication of the middle class or the noble air that permeates the bones of the upper class.

The same applies to the male corpse, the only difference being that the male corpse has many bruises and scars accumulated over the years.

The deductive reasoning brought about by the "detective" label allows Li En to summarize numerous details about a person with just a quick glance.

By connecting these details, we can arrive at a conclusion that links all the details together.

Li En lifted the white sheet covering the bodies and examined their wounds.

Both the woman's and man's wounds were made with a sharp blade. At first glance, there was nothing wrong with them, and even the direction the blade was facing was similar. Even the most skilled forensic doctor could not see anything wrong with them.

But deductive reasoning revealed more details.

On the cut surface of the woman's wound, there were extremely subtle black lines, which looked like marks made by someone with chalk on a blackboard.

It's likely that some kind of dirt got on the blade used to cut the wound and rubbed onto the woman's wound.

Looking at the man's wound, it was very clean, with no dirt or grime attached except for the water that had once been soaked in the Wandal River.

"It's not the same weapon." Li En frowned slightly, arriving at this conclusion through deductive reasoning.

With her investigator's perspective now open, Lee En looked at the wounds on both sides.

The woman's body showed no signs of spirituality, while the man's body was different.

On the cut surface of his wound, a spiritual glow almost completely enveloped the wound, emitting an eerie light.

The man's wounds were not caused by the weapon.

Rather, it is something unusual, or the result of being influenced by mystical forces!

After closing the investigators' view, Li En left the body and came to Joel and Professor Parker.

"How was it?" Joel asked as usual. "Any takeaways?"

Li En nodded. "The methods of murder for the two bodies were completely different."

The methods of killing were different?

This conclusion surprised not only Joel but also Professor Parker. "What evidence do you have to prove this?"

"The woman's body was cut open with a real knife, but the man's body was different; it was formed naturally."

Li En looked up and replied with a serious expression, "Someone used a knife called 'spirituality' to cut open the man's abdomen."

The moment this theory was uttered, all the officers outside the cell were stunned.

"Witchcraft really exists in this world!"

"My God, this can't be real. Didn't Professor Parker say it had nothing to do with the occult?"

Joel knocked on the iron door of the cell, signaling the officers behind him to be quiet.

When the cell block fell completely silent, Professor Parker removed the handkerchief from his mouth and nose, his eyes grave, his voice trembling slightly, "You...can see spirits?"

As a professor specializing in mysticism, Professor Parker knew that there was a small group of people in the world who were born with the ability to see things that ordinary people could not.

These people are often referred to as freaks, oddballs, or ominous signs.

Such people often die young because they are not accepted by normal society. They immerse themselves in the mystical world and communicate with the unknown.

Doing so would actually put oneself in danger.

No one knows what consequences those strange things will bring; sometimes death is a blessing.

Professor Parker held the mystical in awe because, during the period when his thirst for knowledge was at its peak, he had personally witnessed a scholar who was studying with him bring back a bronze mirror from the East.

After that, the scholar grew thinner and thinner, and even his walking became extremely unsteady, as if he might die at any moment.

But one day, the scholar suddenly recovered, his complexion was rosy, and he walked with a brisk pace, showing no signs of the weakness he had shown the day before.

But the scholar forgot Professor Parker's name.

Not only did he forget Professor Parker's name, the scholar even forgot his own name and the names of his family members.

It's like he's become a completely different person.

From that moment on, Professor Parker understood that all research is dangerous, and that venturing into any unknown territory carries risks.

Therefore, Professor Parker stopped conducting frontline research and instead began training talent, staying away from danger.

Today, Professor Parker finally met someone with special talent.

Li En did not answer; since he had said those words, the answer was self-evident.

Taking a deep breath, Professor Parker paid no attention to the burning sensation in his lungs caused by the gray fog. The surprise that Li En had given him outweighed the pain caused by the pollution.

"Can you confirm what method you used?"

Using his knowledge of mysticism, Li En quickly found a suitable method to kill the man.

"It is rumored that there is a special primitive religion in the southern continent of Africa called Voodoo. They have a special ritual in which they weave animal bones and straw into the shape of a human, and use special witchcraft rituals to sew the nails or hair of the target into it, which can achieve a simple mystical ritual."

Professor Parker replied, "You mean, voodoo dolls? I remember that's a very evil ritual."

"Actually, this is a stereotype. These dolls can also be used for prayer and protection," Lee En added, "but they do have a curse effect, only they are more famous and memorable."

"I believe the killer used this kind of witchcraft ritual in his method of murder; you can take a look."

Joel didn't rush to offer his opinion, after all, Professor Parker was the most authoritative figure here when it came to discussions about the occult.

Professor Parker just stared at Li En, and after a long while, he finally opened his mouth.

"Mr. Lee En Wales, is that right?"

"Yes, Professor." Li En nodded in response.

Professor Parker looked Li En up and down. "Have you considered traveling up the Thames River for about eighty kilometers and staying there for a while?"

Li En was stumped by the question. It took him a while to realize that the place about 80 kilometers upstream of the Thames was Oxfordshire.

Since we're in Oxfordshire, we can't help but mention the most famous university in the area, Oxford University.

This is a subtle way of asking whether she should transfer from Miskatonic University to Oxford University.

That's too tactful.

"Not for now, Professor," Li En replied with a smile. "I have a particular fondness for London's air pollution. Without this smog, I always feel like something is missing from my life."

"Really? That's a pity." Professor Parker's tone sounded somewhat regretful.

Since he stepped down from the front lines and began to focus on nurturing talent, Professor Parker has come to understand just how precious geniuses are.

Especially someone like Li En, who has a solid theoretical foundation, a stable personality, and even special talents.

"Then I really shouldn't have stolen her away," Professor Parker changed the subject. "Since you're Eli Enso's student, will you be participating in the Golden Dawn Open?"

Lee En gave an affirmative answer.

"As one of the judges, I look forward to your performance, Mr. Wells. Indeed, as you said, you are a very talented genius."

As he spoke, he took out a small card box from his coat pocket.

Opening the card case, Professor Parker pulled out a thick, ivory-white piece of paper with his name and position at Oxford University printed on it.

The font is very formal, with almost no fancy drawings or decorations.

"This is my name card. If you are interested in transferring schools in the future, or if you want to contact me, just use this."

Professor Parker looked at Li En with a newfound appreciation for his talent and gently patted him on the shoulder.

Li En took Professor Parker's invitation card and glanced at its contents.

Elliott Parker, Dean of St Wyatt College, Oxford University.

and many more?

Joel also noticed the contents of the name card and looked surprised.

"You're not a professor, but the head of a college at Oxford University? The renowned St. Wyatt College?"

"I never said I was a professor, cough cough," Parker covered his mouth and nose with his handkerchief again, "it's just that you've been calling me that."

Joel was stunned.

Professors hold teaching positions and enjoy high academic standing within the college, but generally do not have any administrative power.

But the dean is different.

Within the corresponding college, they are the most powerful people!

No wonder Parker was invited to be a judge at the Golden Dawn Open. Normally, a professor would be far from qualified, but the dean is different.

In other words, Li En had received a direct invitation from a dean!

And it was that St. Wyatt Academy.

To date, all Oxford students who have been able to enter the church have graduated from St. Wyatt College!

Rumor has it that getting into St. Wyatt College is practically a guaranteed ticket to church upon graduation.

For a student who has only recently enrolled in university, to be personally invited to transfer by a dean of Oxford University, or even the dean of St Wyatt College, is an immense honor!

And Li En just refused!

My God, am I dreaming?

"Alright, Sheriff Greg," Parker steered the conversation back on track, "now that we've confirmed it was a copycat crime, can we begin the formal investigation?"

Coming to his senses, Joel's snake-like eyes immediately calmed down.

"Understood, I know what to do."