A Weird Theater That Started In London

What?

The accident happened so suddenly that no one could react. The inspector froze for a few seconds, still feeling unbelievable.

The murderer who was responsible for at least two murders was caught just like that?

Thinking of this, he stepped forward and grabbed Kevin by the neckline, saying each word with a pause: You killed Martha Tabryen? You also wrote this provocative letter?

No, if possible, I'd rather kill that woman with my own hands.

As he spoke, Kevin shook his head quite calmly, with regret and joy in his tone: However, if someone can kill her like a beast, it's considered...

Shut up, pig!

Mr. Inspector slapped the guy hard, and then spat.

Guys, treat your guests!

In this day and age, the law does not protect scumbags, so Kevin was greeted by batons and leather boots from all directions.

You guys are crazy—

A bunch of damn dogs...

God, stop beating, you knocked out four of my teeth, no, six.

A few minutes later, the bruised and fat face was covered with blood stains. Kevin held his teeth and howled loudly, his expression was no longer gloomy and ferocious as before.

At this moment, Charles, who had been sitting by the side watching the play, had already shrunk secretly to a corner. He was extremely fortunate now that the gentlemen who patrolled the banks of the Thames last night had handcuffed him.

If you don't want to have to drink soup in the future, you'd better shut up! At this time, the inspector picked up the hot coffee and threw it at the guy's face: Now, you can answer whatever I ask, and make an extra sound. Arrange for you to go to Robben Island.

The voice was not loud, but it was very intimidating. Kevin stopped his voice instantly, and looked at the police officers with fear, and perhaps, hatred.

You killed the person?

no.

Why are you following her?

This bitch drowned our child a few days ago, and lied about entrusting little Jack to his aunt who lives in the country to raise him... bitch!

Quiet, she's dead, give me some respect.

Mr. Inspector’s eyes are ancient. He knows that the Whitechapel area is as dirty as a sewer. Illegal transactions, illegal abortions, and drowning of newborn children occur every day. Catch them all?

Thinking of this, he sighed secretly, and said in a cold voice: Okay, tell me what you saw and experienced last night, don't take chances, I will send someone to verify.

At about nine o'clock last night, I found out where the brothel she was temporarily staying in, so I brought a few friends and a short knife, and prepared to send this executioner to hell.

Kevin, who was in handcuffs, squeezed out a sinister smile, sat sideways on the chair, and said in an abnormally relaxed manner: After searching for a long time, I finally found her, and the time should be around twelve o'clock.

The alley was narrow and dark, shrouded in blood-like mist, filled with livestock feces, the stench made people can't help covering their noses, and that bitch was lying on the ground like litter... …Apparently, someone had an early strike, a good fellow.

After saying that, he shrugged his shoulders towards everyone.

This move was undoubtedly provocative. A plainclothes slapped the interrogation table angrily. He couldn't help watching until now: Who was going with you at that time? Name! Address!

Hearing this, the corner of Kevin's mouth twitched, subconsciously wanting to refuse to cooperate, but the strong smell of blood in his mouth and the death threat sent to Robben Island made him give up.

Anthony Demon and John Demon, they are a pair of brothers who live at No. 3 Brick Lane.

The inspector waved his hand and signaled a group of plainclothes to bring the person involved, then sat back opposite Kevin and asked coldly, Did you see any suspicious people wandering around?

When I turned into the alley, there was a tall and strong guy who passed me by, staring at the three of us as if he were looking at foreigners.

Did you see his face clearly?

No, the streetlights in that area haven't been repaired yet, and the light is too dim. However, I remember that he wore a deer hunting cap and a long black trench coat to cover himself tightly.

At this time, Kevin also thought about it. Anyway, Martha was dead, and it was definitely not worth it to get him and his friends for this bitch, so it was better to be straightforward and tell everything he knew.

Is there any more?

The fellow has a briar pipe dangling from the corner of his mouth, and his boots are very old, like a broken gentleman.

After a pause, Mr. Inspector raised his head, frowned at the suspect and said, You mean, the murderer is a refugee?

Maybe, not sure.

...

At the same time, Lu Li's search team found a dead person.

I saw a woman lying there with a hideous and terrified expression beside the garbage dump, blood mixed with sludge and livestock dung.

Obviously, in the eyes of the murderer, she was not much different from them.

Out of his inherited professional habits, Lu Li walked over quickly, and looked at the basic condition of the corpse with the help of the faint light emitted by the fuel street lamp——

Lying on the ground on the back, the skirt is lifted to the abdomen; the knees are bent to the inside, the legs are rolled up, and the feet are on the ground;

The face is swollen and the trauma is obvious; there is a deep wound on the neck, and the wound almost circles around the neck; the left hand is placed on the chest; he was cut open in an inverted V shape;

In fact, after getting close to the corpse of the previous victim, Lu Li became more patient and restrained.

Therefore, he stopped procrastinating and directly arranged for this investigation: Officer Wensley, please cordon off the scene. All unrelated people who try to approach this street will be sent to the police station for record.

Duke, you are a professional forensic doctor, come and do an on-site inspection to determine the cause of death and the time of the murder...I will accompany you.

Lu Li assigned tasks in an orderly manner, and several police officers were willing to cooperate with him. After leaving behind two kerosene lamps, they quickly walked out of the street to serve as guards.

Brother, put on a mask. Although there are some problems with the size, it can indeed block many germs and reduce the odor.

(With the discovery of viruses, protective masks have appeared in this era)

After speaking, Duke, consciously acting as a tool man, took out a set of equipment from the suitcase and started the survey work.

At the moment, everyone is doing their work in silence.

And Lu Li squatted down, wearing gloves to check the sundries around the morgue, and soon a blood-soaked note came into view.

【Tomorrow you will hear the news that Jack killed two more bitches, haha】

The scrap of paper with two lines of small characters, as well as the provocative letter not long ago, made him feel that the murderer was a bloody butcher who desperately wanted to be noticed.