"The Widow" Bertha

Three days later, the hoarding area was on Front Street.

The sun had just risen in the sky, and the workers who got up early in the stocking area discovered that there were unexpected guests who arrived earlier than them today.

The group of uninvited guests were uniformly dressed in black dresses, decorated with complicated and mysterious black patterns. Among all the women dressed in black, the only one at the head was holding a box-sized cross in his hand.

While reading the contents of the "Bible", they sprinkled water on the streets in the stocking area.

It is the person who sends the soul.

Thinking of the tragedy that happened in the stocking area before, passers-by chose to stop and watch.The uniform sent-off team is in proper order, they are like the souls who have penetrated into the world, passing through the dense fog in the morning and moving forward silently, without any words other than the words in the Bible.

When the daylight officially dispelled the thick fog and the sky in London rarely cleared up, the group of soul-delivering teams disappeared like ghosts.

The workers in the stocking area were shocked to find that, where the spirit senders passed by, they sprinkled clear water, but the street floor was covered with black mud almost stained with ink.

"God."

An elderly worker coughed in the crowd and said, "She, they are exorcising evil spirits!"

The worker coughed a few more times, and continued to explain in a voice that had been smothered by the chimney: "The holy water turned black after it fell to the ground, because they killed the demons."

demon? !

A word from the respected old worker caused an inexplicable fear in the hearts of everyone in the stocking area.

——Could it be that the previous tragedy in the stocking area was caused by demons?

After the group of women delivering spirits left the stocking area, they changed back into gypsy clothes, and Maria, who led the way, went to Nan'an Street in person.

As soon as I entered the door of the Thames Bar, before I had time to stand still, I heard a familiar female voice complaining: "It's just watering, Maria! Why can't you even do this well? Many of the green vitriol I put on the ground are dirty. It's not wet, and it will be discovered when the sky is bright!"

The gypsy girl responded with a cold face: "You don't think it's good, you go in person."

Mrs. Thames sitting at the bar laughed at Yan Yan: "I won't go, I'm going to find fault."

Maria: "..."

How could there be such a shameless woman like you!

Maria was so angry that her nose turned crooked: she thought she was a Christian before, so she didn't care about the religious beliefs of other ethnic groups, but she even dared to use Christianity to deceive people. This woman might not be burned to death on the stake up!

"Don't let me do this kind of thing again next time!" Maria said angrily.

"What a coincidence, you said the same thing last time," Bertha said triumphantly, "Ned? Check out."

If you are capable, don’t accept the commission just because of the generous rewards. Bertha feels at ease when she is picky. Since ancient times, it is the father who gave the money. After being a social animal for a lifetime, it is finally Bertha’s turn to be the employer. She must be forced to do something, okay?

Ned, the little accountant who was sitting by the side, held back a smile and gave Maria the money. After paying the bill, he turned around and said, "Ma'am, is it our turn?"

Bertha: "Go, remember to keep a low profile. Whether it can be done depends on you spreading the news, and also, find someone to wipe the green alum that hasn't been sprinkled with tea."

What kind of demon, what kind of exorcism, if the dead can be fixed with holy water, why do the police in this world?

What Maria sprinkled was not "holy water" at all, it was just tea.Bertha asked someone to paint green vitriol on the floor of the storage area in advance, and the green vitriol reacted with the tea and quickly oxidized, turning the "holy water" into black.

It may look scary, but it's just high school chemistry.

The mission of the gypsies is completed, and then it is up to their own people to spread rumors.The content was fabricated by Bertha herself—the murderers of the two tragedies were demons from hell, and the demons only kill middle-aged prostitutes who are still wandering around late at night, so during this period, prostitutes and clients had better be quiet and die That's all, don't let the monster entangle the whole family.

"Do you think this will prevent others from going out?" Maria said disdainfully to throw cold water on her. "Prostitutes will starve to death sooner or later if they don't pick up customers. Even if they scare people with ghosts, they will risk their lives and go out."

Of course.

Nor did Bertha count on a rumor or two to keep others from going out.

She leaned against the bar and said lazily: "Otherwise, can I issue a curfew order on behalf of the government? I have already disclosed the murderer's time of crime and the target group. Those who need to be warned have been warned in advance. I can't do many things."

The crimes were committed late at night and the targets were middle-aged prostitutes. The rumors made it clear that if they could not prevent prostitutes from going out to pick up customers, they could at least serve as a warning.

Maria snorted coldly, didn't say any more, and chose to leave with Ned, the little accountant, as if staying with Bertha for a second longer would cause trouble for her upper body.

After they left, Thomas, who was sitting by the side, smiled and said, "Madam, you can actually invite other people to do these things."

Bertha curled her lips: "No, I will invite her next time."

Thomas: "...she already hates you, ma'am."

"It's because she hates me."

Bertha smiled and said, "It's cool to ask me for money while hating me. No wonder everyone wants to be Party A's father."

Thomas:? ? ?

Although I can't understand what Madam is saying, I feel that the way she smiles now is terrifying!

After the joke, Bertha restrained her smile and turned to look at Thomas.

"Did you do what you were told?" she asked.

"It's all set," Thomas said, "to keep an eye on a whore named Annie Poole in Hanboning Street."

"Don't be too loud."

"I understand..." Thomas replied, showing hesitation.

"Why?" Bertha asked sharply.

"Well, you said don't make too much noise, so I invited a girl over to get closer to her," Thomas wondered, "it's Sykes's woman, but don't worry! Ma'am, his woman is much more reliable than him. "

Sykes and women? !

Bertha was amazed that she had never heard of it before!This made her reflect for a second on whether she was too indifferent to Sykes on weekdays. Although he was coerced by herself to join him halfway, he is still a family now.

"Sikes is pretty reliable, you're prejudice," Bertha said while thinking, "She's not safe as a woman, you let Jacob talk to her."

Thomas was shocked when he heard this.

Jacob, of course, was Jacob Thames, one of the half-brothers of Thomas and Bertha.

Sending a Thames over there completely changed the meaning of this mission.

"I see," Thomas' tone dropped, "Annie Poole is important."

"Yes."

Of course she matters.

Bertha does not remember the full list of victims of the Jack the Ripper case, but she clearly remembers the No.3 victim, Anne Poole, a prostitute on Hanbury Street-the most famous of the many cases committed by Jack the Ripper one piece.

This was the first time he committed a crime in a residential area in the East End of London, and it was through this case that he really "made" his name throughout London.

Therefore, this is the best opportunity to catch his tell.

If you can't catch Jack on the premise of knowing the development of the case in advance, you will lose face as a Bertha crime reporter.

"Go ahead," she took a deep breath, "but don't stress, we can't pin all our hopes on one thread."

"The other line..."

As Thomas said, he subconsciously looked up to the second floor of the bar.

Bertha's face turned cold for a while, and then she put on her signature half-smile expression.

"Just leave it to me," she said slowly, "If it falls into the hands of Mrs. Thames, does he still want to run?"

***

Brian White is having another nightmare.

He knew he was in a nightmare.

Because in reality there will be no bloodstains all over the land, the air will not twist and sway, and the environment that falls into view will not be filled with colors and creatures that he cannot describe.

Pastor White couldn't remember how many times he had dreamed of this scene.

The feeling of meeting her for the first time is always lingering in his subconscious mind, and he clearly remembers every thought at that time - shock, fear, wanting to escape but still unable to escape, he watched everything around him become chaotic , only the light above the head, the light...

"Do not."

Must wake up.

God bless him, he must wake up, if he can't wake up, he will never wake up again.

"Do not!!!"

Pastor White opened his eyes and woke up suddenly from the nightmare.He got up from the bed panting, only feeling the cold sweat dripping down his back.

Thankfully, it was God who blessed him to break away from the nightmare once again and return to this world once again.

The pastor breathed a sigh of relief, then raised his eyes, and unexpectedly found that he was not in the church.

The unfamiliar environment was clean and simple, and Pastor White looked at the white sheets under him for a while.

"woke up?"

——The sudden hoarse female voice surprised Pastor White. He followed the sound and found a woman sitting in the clean hotel bedroom.

It was Mrs. Thames, she was wearing a black dress, with a nonchalant expression on her face, and she was staring at herself with burning eyes.

Yes, Reverend White remembered.It was Mrs. Thames who sent someone to take him to the second floor of her bar, and then asked the doctor to see him.Realizing this, he raised his hand and touched his forehead, the heat had receded.

"Thank you, ma'am," the pastor said sincerely.

"You're welcome, Dr. Butts should be the one thanking you." Mrs. Thames turned her head, "If you don't get rid of the fever and wake up, he won't be able to eat and walk around."

"..."

Pastor White subconsciously wanted to open his mouth to say something, but considering that he was in front of a gang leader, he chose to remain silent.

Yes, this young man is quite sensible.

Bertha said in an indifferent tone: "Now that your high fever has subsided and your mind is clear enough, you can always answer some of my questions, pastor?"

"question?"

Pastor White was a little dazed: "What question do you want to ask, ma'am?"

Bertha laughed out loud.

The Jamaican girl is all smiles, but danger lurks in her dark golden eyes.

"Do I have to tear off the last layer of face?"

she says.

"What's the question? Naturally, it's your connection to that 'light', Pastor White."