Sherlock stared at the body for some time before getting his little magnifying glass out and examining the body of the dead man.
I cringed before asking the question that no one had asked yet, "Who was he?"
Sherlock stood up and slipped his magnifying glass back into his pocket and slipped his black gloves back on.
"He was a Physician and he worked in Bart's, a man of lets say, fifty seven." Sherlock stated.
"Okay, I'm guessing he was killed by The Black Lotus then?"
"Yes." Sherlock said deeply.
"But why him? It's obvious the Black Lotus killed him to show you they are coming for you and threatening you but why this particular doctor? He could have killed anyone, someone that actually matters to you. Why him?" I asked confused.
"I'm not sure yet but he must be connected to me in some way. Maybe very faintly, but somehow. Like, the fact he works in Bart's and he was killed in Bart's and I jumped off the rooftop of Bart's. That's a connection but I don't see how it really means anything important." Sherlock said looking at the dead man.
"Well does this tell us anything? Anything about who might be in danger or who he is coming for?" Lestrade asked.
"Well, since he is a doctor it might be suggesting that he is coming for John, because John is an army doctor. The killer isn't making it very clear, and he is doing that on purpose. Why? Because he wants to scare me, to make me worried. But from what we're looking at, he may be suggesting John and John's all I can see this particular man relates to at the moment."
"And what about you're name?" Lestrade said.
"My name?" Sherlock questioned frowning.
"You know, the big, bloody word carved into this man's skin." Lestrade said.
"That's just there to frighten me or John, unless there is a pattern. I would say there are going to be more murders detective inspector. I would keep the look out."
"What do you mean more murders? How do you know?" Lestrade said annoyed.
"The words, they are going to make a sentence." Sherlock stated.
"I would keep a note of every word that is carved onto every dead body you find. Keep a lookout!"
Sherlock starts walking away and I run to keep up with him.
"A sentence? How do you know?" I asked.
"Why else would he carve a word into the skin? It would take time and effort, which are hard to find during a murder."
"You said so yourself, to frighten us."
"Really? The Black Lotus know me now. They know there is no point in that."
"Sherlock!"
"Its only true John, it doesn't work on me and they know it and so do you."
"What, you're not frightened that one of your friends might die?" I said.
"You know that's not what I meant." He said still looking forward and not at me.
