Young detective case book

The breath of another person quickly disappeared behind him.

Fold the finishing bag, put it in the bottom drawer of the bookcase, check the window carefully day and night, fasten the snap ring, lock the door completely, then find the pajamas from the closet to change, and go to the bathroom to wash.

The pure cotton material is next to the skin, soft and comfortable.Speaking of which, this is the first time in Suye's life that he has pajamas worthy of the name. He used to recycle waste, and used old clothes that were too worn out to be seen as pajamas.

Having a new pajamas is of course a good thing, but the doraemon on his chest with a big grin, showing a row of big teeth, and a silly smile made him speechless.

Like the bedroom, the bathroom was also tidy, the bright white tiles were wiped spotlessly, not even a gap was missed.

The fragrance box placed on the water tank exudes a faint fragrance of jasmine.

In the oval-shaped antique bronze bust on the wall, a prismatic mirror clearly reflected a haggard face, with bright dark circles under the eyes, pale and dull skin, and deeply sunken cheeks... as strange as another person .

Suye stared blankly at the mirror in a daze, and the person in the mirror also looked back at him silently.

In the cold and dark eyes, there was no trace of warmth or the breath of a living person.It's like a body that has been pulled out of the soul even though the blood is still flowing and the heart is still beating.

The snow-white walls covered with ceramic tiles reflect a faint cold light, just like a dead hospital morgue.

An inexplicable chill rolled down his spine.

Intuition?

Or was that weird cat corpse casting a lingering haze in his heart?

In this extremely glamorous mansion, Suye clearly smelled blood and conspiracy.He felt shuddering, deeply expecting that his always keen intuition was wrong.

After being dazed for a long time, Suye finally came back to his senses, turned on the faucet, flushed his face a few times, trying his best to clear his mind.

Back in the bedroom, he tidied up his schoolbag, put the textbooks that he would not use temporarily into the bookcase, and took out the "Encyclopedia of Crime" from it, lifted the quilt, lay down on the bed, and began to read slowly.

Horrible pictures and pages of bloody paper were flipped before my eyes.

Jacktheripper (Jack the Ripper), from August 1888th to November 8th, 7, in the vicinity of the Whitechapel (Hapel) in London's East End, the name of the murderer who killed at least five murderers in a row by brutal means.During the crime, the murderer wrote letters to relevant units to provoke him many times, but he never fell into the law.His daring way of committing the crime was repeatedly exaggerated by the media, which caused panic in the British society at that time.He is still one of the most notorious killers in European and American culture.Although it has been a hundred years since the crime was committed, the number of books and related materials researching the case is also increasing day by day.However, due to the lack of conclusive evidence, who the murderer is has always been different, without any intersection.The police and many analysts had different opinions, and the long list of suspects made the case even more confusing.

The serial killer who disappeared suddenly like a mist, Jack the Ripper, left behind a long-standing mystery, that is who he is...

The number one homicide king in history who loves to kill—Lucas (Henry Lee Lucas) was born on August 1996, 8, an American, born in Blacksburg, Virginia, and was ruled by the state's high court to have committed multiple crimes. murder.