Ex-boyfriends are gods

The streets of York in the early morning were as cold as ever. The wet and cold weather made every pedestrian wrap up his coat tightly, and then bypassed the puddles on the road.

The carriage drivers who waited for business early gathered together in twos and threes. They didn't mind squatting under a canopy and chatting with each other when there was no business, so as to pass the damn weather.

"It's too cold, maybe I shouldn't come out so early, anyway, there is no business." A coachman complained meaninglessly.

But just as he finished speaking, the coachman noticed that there was an extra pair of feet on the ground in front of him.

He quickly raised his head and stood up, "Sir... Hello, take a car?"

The coachman stuttered a little. He didn't know why, but he always felt that this man who was dressed carefully and had a gentle smile brought him an invisible pressure.

This kind of pressure made him instinctively unwilling to provoke this kind of person.

"No, I don't need a car."

This man's voice is also unique, as polite and dignified as a noble gentleman, but there seems to be a husky voice like a devil whispering in it.

The coachman took a few steps back, "Maybe I'm bothering you, do you need me to make room for you to pass?" He took the initiative to give in, even though this gentleman was only here to make trouble.

The man smiled, reached into his coat pocket, and took out a letter.The letter was flat, and the envelope was sealed with red wax seal.

"Help me deliver this to the Rocco Police Department. Of course, you will receive three pounds." The man covered the letter with three pounds of wealth.

The coachman swallowed, this city is crazy.

If the other party gave him a small box, the driver would not dare to take it, because he would suspect that it was a bomb, and the other party wanted to bomb the police department.But it was just a letter, a thin letter.

He only needs to go to the police station, and he can get three pounds of wealth.

The coachman turned his head slightly, and he could see that the companions he had a good chat with just now were about to move.Obviously, they wanted to accept this task.

"Okay, no problem sir." The coachman took the envelope, and of course, there was still three pounds of wealth.

"Thank you." The man was very polite. After thanking him, he turned around and walked away in a very polite manner.

The coachman quickly collected the three pounds of wealth, then got into the carriage, and waved his whip excitedly.Three pounds of wealth, a little saved, would keep him out of work for a week, enough for his rent and food.

The carriage soon stopped at the police station.

It's a building, well, it doesn't matter.If it wasn't for the delivery of the mail, the driver would never come here at all.

He parked the carriage, and was stopped by a lady in a black woolen skirt at the door.

"Sir, do you need any help?"

"No, someone asked me to give you a letter, no one, just give it here."

The lady took the letter casually. Every year, there are always some boring people making jokes in the police department.

After completing the task, the driver immediately left here without looking back.

Without a specific recipient, the lady put it on her reception desk.Until noon, the lady bought a piece of bread and ordered a cup of coffee.

She didn't look around on purpose, she was just eating lunch when she suddenly saw the letter that she had randomly placed.The letter is not important, what is important is the fiery red paint on it, with two letters floating on it.

FP

The lady overturned the coffee in a panic. She quickly took out several thick stacks of documents from the drawer, then kept searching, and finally found two photos.These are two photos taken at the crime scene, and the content presented in the photos are two simple letters.

It has very little content, in the center of the letter, it just has a simple wax seal with two simple fancy letters - FP

After comparing, the lady is sure that their lettering is exactly the same, including the color of the wax seal, which is too coincidental.

That's no coincidence!

Stephen has been having a rough time as a detective lately, and he hasn't been home once in a week.Although he is a loner, he still has a dog.

He left enough food for his dog, but for the time being he had to entrust it to the care of the mean old landlady.

No one can relax, because half a month ago, they found two corpses in the swill of a hotel on Geman Street and a hotel.

The dead in Geman Street lost all their internal organs, and the dead in the swill poked lost their brains.

Half a month has passed, and he still hasn't solved the case.The outside world has begun to question the police detective's ability to solve crimes, and his boss is also angry at him every day.

While Stephen was tugging at his messy hair, a lady rushed up, handed him a letter, and shouted: "Sir...gentlemen, letters from 'Gentleman'..."

Stephen's sleepy eyes widened, "You mean?"

The lady nodded apprehensively.

Stephen was completely anxious now, and he was ejected from the chair like a cannonball.After bringing back a few chairs, he grabbed the letter in his hand while shouting: "Impossible, 'gentleman' was arrested three years ago and sentenced to death, executed by gas at San Quentin Prison !"

'Gentleman' is a vicious gangster in the eyes of all detectives.

He committed his first crime 12 years ago, when he sneaked into the John Medical School where he was studying and killed the principal, Mr Hough.The gentleman at that time was only 16 years old.

According to the written records of the crime scene at the time, Mr. Hof's neck was cut open. The murderer calmly wiped away all the blood splattered on the scene, cleaned up everything in the house, and put Mr. Hough out With one hand dragging his chin, the common posture of slightly closing his eyes and thinking.

At the scene, there was a piece of letter paper on Mr. Hough's desk with a sealant stamped on it, and there were two letters on it - FP

In addition, there was hardly any evidence left at the scene, which posed a big problem for the detectives at the time.If it hadn't been for him to continue committing crimes, this would even have become an unsolved case.

Because these all show that this murderer organized crime, he has extremely strong psychological quality, including a smart brain.

Under these premise, few people would think that this is a 16-year-old boy who committed the crime.

But only half a year later, another teacher was killed, and the scene was the same.

Because he always kept the scene very clean, and even readjusted the arrangement of the furniture, making the whole scene look more comfortable than the original owner's arrangement, so he got the code name of 'gentleman'.

But three years ago, when this damn 'gentleman' tried to kill a beautiful musician, he was caught.The arrested gentleman is called Fran.Percy.

Fran Percy, this is enough to explain why he left the letters of FP on the scene.

He took the initiative to explain several crimes he committed that year, and the explanation was very clear.Although there are still a few things he answered a bit vaguely, as long as there is previous evidence, it is enough.

It has been a full three years since Fran was executed and died, and the 'gentleman' has never committed a crime again.So no one will doubt that the real 'gentleman' is still alive.

Stephen opened the letter with an expression of disbelief, and then pulled out a neatly folded letter from it.

After reading the letter, Stephen gasped.

"Come on, follow me to Lise Street."

An hour later, the street was cordoned off and cleared.Because, Stephen found a corpse in a trash can on the street, a corpse missing both legs.

Police Department, Chief's Office.

The chief, Mike Millen, is now nearly fifty years old. He has a fat belly and of course white hair on the sideburns.However, although the figure is a mess, the director still does not lack courage.

Now, he is like an angry lion, "What did you say, tell me again!?"

Stephen took a few steps back, "...'Gentleman' may still be alive, maybe he had accomplices back then, maybe it was just a fake. But skip this matter, the case half a month ago, we may have really found a mistake detection direction.

He is not a human murderer, and the case has to be classified as a 'monster' crime. Some psychological detection, portrait finding and comparison...may not be very useful. "

Ordinary people in the outside world may seldom know the so-called monsters, but as an old detective, he knows how many strange things are sealed in the files.

Of course, these are confidential cases.

The director threw a cup at Stephen, "Trash, it's been half a month, if it wasn't for this 'gentleman', you would still be looking for a non-existent dismemberment maniac!"

Stephen was full of frustration. According to the promotion in the letter, he found the third corpse in half a month.Now, Stephen has two doubts.

First, what this 'gentleman', whether true or not, is true, this is a crime committed by a monster, and the perpetrator cannot be defined by normal 'dismemberment'.This kind of monster must have a purpose in obtaining these limbs and internal organs, rather than purely venting.

The second, is that this 'gentleman' is deceiving him, who may be the perpetrator himself, just trying to confuse them.

But no matter which one it was, the other party delivered the letter to the door and instructed him to find the third corpse, which made the Roccodo Police Department feel a great humiliation.

After calming down, this Mike took a few heavy breaths, and then said in a rough voice: "I will contact the county and ask them to send special agents to deal with 'monster' cases. But before that, you have to make up for your stupidity."

"Yes!" Stephen held his breath and agreed.

……

In a dim environment, because there is no change in the color of the sky, and there is no object showing the time, it is easy for people to tell what time it is.

After the monster retreated, Al remained vigilant for a long time.

But prolonged tension easily made him feel sleepy and hungry. In the end, Al broke a piece of bread and ate it carefully.He had to save food, because Al didn't know whether Hugh and the monster would give him food after he finished eating the bread.

Afterwards, Al remained awake for a long time.

But because there was nothing to do in the long-term cramped environment, Humphrey, who had fallen into madness and howled continuously, hitting the wall, could no longer communicate with him, and Al finally fell into sleep.

In this environment, the quality of sleep will inevitably not be good.

At some point, Humphrey's wailing suddenly stopped.Al fell into a slightly deeper sleep, but gradually, his thoughts began to return.

Not right!

In this kind of environment, anything that is wrong needs to be vigilant.

Al opened his eyes abruptly, his intense heartbeat showing his nervousness.Then he took a deep breath and covered his mouth tightly with his hands.

Because the monster hugged his knees tightly, forming a ball, and was huddled in the corner of his bed, and seemed to be sleeping.

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