[Comprehensive] malicious

While the wedding banquet was in full swing, Inspector Wilkin of Scotland Yard walked up to Vincent and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, Earl, I have to disturb you on this day."

London was the center of the world at the end of the nineteenth century, but this city, which was considered the richest in the world, paradoxically had the poorest area in the world.

Wilkin knelt down and lifted the black tarp covering something at the end of the alley.

A woman in a rumpled black dress, her eyes wide open.There was a big wound on the neck, and the blood flowed profusely, as if all the blood in the whole body was rushing out of the wound. The stench of blood was particularly obvious in the narrow alley after the rain.

"The time of death was four to 10 minutes ago. The deceased had a five-inch wound from the bottom of the left ear to the center of the throat. The carotid artery was completely severed and he was killed with a single knife. It is not difficult to imagine that the murderer was a professional killer, but we still don't know the identity of the woman. Wilkin said what he had learned. Even though he was used to seeing corpses, he was still terrified of the murderer's cruelty. Dozens of wounds on his body. "It's clear that one blow will kill her, but the murderer tortured her a lot before she died... We suspect that the murderer is a cold-blooded and cruel habitual offender."

"Four or 10 minutes ago, my wife and I were passing by here." Vincent stood up, put on his gloves, and picked up his cane. "Is the murderer coming after me?"

Wilkin stood aside, "It's just speculation, Your Excellency the Earl."

Knowing the identity of the deceased was the next morning, when all-pervasive journalists used the exaggerated "Dead on the Wedding Night of Earl Phantomhive" as a stunt, and the newspapers were sold out.According to the testimonies of the women who ran to the temporary morgue after reading the newspaper reports, it was known that the deceased was a prostitute named "Polly" who lived in a rented apartment at No. 18 Sloor Street, Spit District.

Not long after, her ex-husband was questioned by the police and finally knew the real name and experience of "Polly". "Polly" born Mary Ann Nicholas, 42 years old, was born in Camberwell, south of London, and her father was a blacksmith. At the age of 20, he married printer William Nicholas.But natural laziness and a love of drinking prompted her to divorce in 21.She had five children, the eldest was [-] at the time of his death.Her ex-husband has a full alibi.After the police conducted reconnaissance in the vicinity, they did not find any witnesses.

"A cunning murderer." Putting down the case file, Vincent rubbed his temples. He didn't sleep all night. After drinking a cup of coffee brought by the maid, he picked up the file again and read it.

"Only a few yards away from the scene, there is a layered residence called "Xin Xiaozhuang". That night, a resident of the residence stayed up all night and read a book, but he did not hear any screams that night. or the sound of fighting, it was very quiet throughout the night. According to the testimony of this resident, I think the deceased was transported to the scene by carriage after being murdered."

"In addition to this resident, the men who worked overnight at the railway dispatching yard or waste horse processing plant near the scene also said that they did not hear any suspicious sounds. Judging from the death of the deceased, he should have passed away when he was killed. There was a lot of blood, but apart from the scene where the body was found, there was no trace of blood or any drop of blood nearby. According to this condition, the place where the murder was committed can only be the scene where the body was found."

"If, as we guessed, the murderer killed Polly in order to provoke me, then he can't keep silent. We just need to wait and wait for him to throw himself into the trap." Vincent said slowly He didn't care how many prostitutes died, even if all the prostitutes in London died, it would only be good for him. What he was concerned about now was how long the murderer could hold his breath?

It didn't take long for his anticipation to pay off.The second murder was discovered on September [-], [-], the morning after the funeral of Mary Ann Nicholas.About half a mile to the west of the storage area at the first murder scene, there is a road called Hanbury Street, which is a relatively wide and long road.

There is a row of cheap rental houses on Hanbury Street.The backyard of 29 Hanbury Street is where the murder took place.This is a three-story brick row house. The door facing the road is often closed, and people who live here always come in and out through the gate leading to the back from the yard.If it weren't for this, you'd see prostitutes or drunks or bums coming and going in broad daylight.

After [-] o'clock in the morning on September [-], the faint morning sun began to shoot into the backyard of the row house. John Davis, a porter who lived in the fruit and vegetable market in the Spit District on the third floor, went downstairs to the backyard because he was going to work.Just as he came down the stone steps and was about to walk to the backyard, he saw a woman lying in the corner of the wall that bordered her neighbor.He thought it was a drunk woman, but as soon as he walked into the woman, he saw that the woman was covered in blood and bruised.He was so frightened that he ran to the nearby police station on Whitechapel Road.

"The palms of the corpse were facing inward, the arms were stretched out, and the feet were spread out, knees on the ground as if in worship. The hands and face of the deceased were covered with blood, and the long black coat and skirt on his body were turned up, revealing the The abdomen was cut in a mess. However, the cause of death of the deceased was not the wound on the abdomen, but the knife wound on the throat."

"The knife wound on the throat?" Looking at the bloody wound, Vincent felt faintly excited. The same modus operandi must be him again.

The fence leading to the back door was already crowded with troublemakers, and the nearby windows were also crowded with curious faces of residents.

"Take the body away, Wilkin, and come with me to look around."

Once the makeshift autopsy was complete, the body was loaded onto a stretcher, covered with a tarp, and taken to the nearby Old Montague Street makeshift morgue.

The body of last week's Mary Ann Nicholas was also held there.

After two o'clock in the afternoon on the [-]th, Dr. Baxter Phillips began the investigation of the autopsy.Judging from the fact that the victim did not scream, the murderer should have covered the victim's mouth from behind, and then stabbed the victim under the right ear with a knife, cut it under the left ear, and killed the victim with one knife. By.The killer appeared to have thought of beheading the victim, but somehow changed his mind and tied a handkerchief around his neck.

In addition, the abdomen of the deceased was cut open, the intestines were cut and pulled out of the body, and hung on the right shoulder of the deceased; the uterus, the upper part of the vagina, and two-thirds of the bladder were completely removed.After seeing this situation, Dr. Philips said to Vincent very confidently: "This is a crime committed by someone who has studied anatomy and is familiar with anatomical work."

"A murderer who is familiar with anatomy must have received a fairly high education. His occupation may be a doctor..." Dr. Philips' words dispelled some of Vincent's doubts.

Because some of the spectators knew the victim, so the identity of the victim was quickly found out.She is known as "Black Anne", a well-known prostitute in the Whitechapel area.

"Black Anne" whose real name is Anne Chapman, some people say she is 45 years old, but others say he is 47 years old.She was from the middle class, the only educated person among the victims of the Jack the Ripper incident, so she had a high opinion of herself, and her fellow prostitutes did not speak well of him.She had been married to a man who was qualified as a veterinarian and had a child, but her alcoholism led to a divorce.After the divorce, she moved to the East End and settled at 330 Dorset Street, about 35 yards south of Hanbury Street.

Though not five inches tall, she was plump and well-proportioned, with blue eyes, a high nose, dark brown hair, a pity for alcoholism and tuberculosis, and looked at least eight years older than she was.Four months before she was killed, she had only moved to a low-cost apartment on Dorset Street. Every time she got a guest, she immediately took the guest home to earn living expenses and wine money.After the two murders, the area around Whitechapel became a haunted place at night, no one dared to walk around, only dim gas street lamps stood in the foggy air.However, due to the enthusiastic reports in the newspapers, during the daytime on Saturday or Sunday, many people would go to see the scene of the murder out of curiosity.

The Whitechapel during the day seemed to be a new scenic spot in London, but the situation in Scotland Yard was not good. Because it was too much attention, many messages claiming to be related to the murder case came directly or indirectly, causing a lot of trouble.There were no so-called basic human rights in that era, and poor people were often treated differently because of black letters or rumors.But because the police were worried that there might be a third murder, they made a fuss at the slightest sign of trouble.

But where is the murderer?Still no clue.

Whether it is the police detectives of Scotland Yard or ordinary people, they are living in a state of anxiety, and voices criticizing the incompetence of the police are everywhere.Samuel Montague, a local member of Parliament, couldn't stand it anymore, so he announced a reward of one hundred pounds for the hunt for the murderer.Encouraged by the bounty, more speculative information and blackmail letters poured into the police mailbox.

However, those messages or black letters did not help the police, but instead plunged the entire British society into hysterical panic. This is how the phenomenon of "witch hunt" emerged.Every time there is an intelligence leak from Scotland Yard and the media reports it, the public will become hysterical and swarm to hunt down the scapegoat in the inaccurate information.

Putting down a stack of newspapers, Carl Nesses smiled softly, "It seems that the trash cans at Scotland Yard are still as useless as ever, but these newspapers are making a lot of money, maybe they should give me half of the pound? ’ He sat on a chair in the rented house, and through the window he could see the spire of the White Church on the next street corner.

The doorknob was twisted open.

A man who shouldn't be in a place like this.

Lord Phantomhive.

"Your Excellency the Earl seems to have forgotten to knock on the door."

"First, you didn't lock the door, and second, you never opened it when I knocked before." Vincent put his hat on the hanger.The young Earl, who had a dramatic life, looked around Karl's humble rental house and asked, "Why didn't you come to my wedding?"

your wedding?Carl was very uncomfortable with this kind of "mine" and sexual words, so that his already gloomy temperament became more intense. He put down the inferior ceramic cup, his dark blue eyeballs rolled around strangely, "I am ...the only event I want to attend is your funeral."

For Carl's malice, Vincent was not angry. Over the years, he had gotten used to Carl's volatile temper, so he sat across from him casually, "Where's that woman?"

Karl asked mockingly, "Which one are you talking about?"

"Forget it, pretend I didn't say it." Vincent put his stick on his knees, "I didn't come here to quarrel with you, you know that, right? The famous Jack the Ripper?"

Carl showed an ambiguous smile, "Well... that guy is known to everyone now, and he has been praised by the London press as "the most ferocious criminal in this century". I think he will be very happy if he knows. happy."

Vincent stared at him for a while, then took out a thin document and handed it to Carl, "What?"

"The murderer's challenge letter. Two days before the "double murder incident", that is, on September 20, exactly 28 days after the second murder case, the Central News Agency on Philid Street received a letter. The letter was signed on September 25th, and from the postmark on the envelope, it can be known that it was sent by the East London Post Office."

Carl took the letter—

To the dear Earl:

The police say they want to arrest me, but they have no idea who I am.Hearing them talk about targeting makes me want to laugh.It is a big joke to say that the leather apron is the murderer.

I hate prostitutes.I will not stop killing them until a rope is put around my neck.My method of killing is amazing!The prostitutes I killed didn't even have a chance to shout for help, so I killed them!

If the police have the ability, come and arrest me!I am a man who kills for the sake of killing, and will continue to kill, and you will be hearing interesting things about me soon.

Red blood is best for writing about things I've done before, so I bottled red blood in ginger ale bottles.But the blood is as sticky as leather glue, which is very difficult to use.

It is more convenient to write in red ink.Hahaha!I will give the ears of the next woman I kill to the policemen.This letter is a preview of my next action, so stay tuned!

My knives are very sharp and I will act at the first opportunity.

Bye now!Yours dear Jack the Ripper

PS just let me use this nickname!I'm sorry, but I put the letter in the letter box with my red-inked hand.However, some people say that I am a doctor, I think it is really ridiculous.

"It seems that Jack the Ripper was named by himself, quite a good idea, I have a hunch that this guy will be remembered in history." He closed the letter, "Then, why did you show me this thing? "

"The first murder happened on the day of my wedding. I think the murderer may target me." Vincent said suddenly, his eyes fixed on Carl, he wanted to see something from his eyes, but unfortunately, he Seeing nothing, Karl still looked like a maniac that everyone would avoid, his eyes were a little yellow.

His mood seems to fluctuate a lot?The absurd blood relationship made Vincent notice that something was wrong with Carl. Carl laughed and rolled up his sleeves, "The nicotine patch can calm me down." He stood up suddenly, because of his position, his imposing manner seemed Looks more experienced than Vincent Ling.Both hands rested on the armrest of the chair Vincent was sitting on, a pair of extremely deep blue almost swallowed him.

Vincent's heart went wild involuntarily.This younger brother has a crazier tyranny inside than his appearance. He is like a powder keg, which can be detonated with just a little spark.

"Are you suspicious of me? Don't deny it. Your research has betrayed you. You came here and showed me that funny letter. Isn't it just to observe my reaction? If the murderer and someone who may find out that he is the murderer It is impossible for someone to talk about the case face to face without any emotional fluctuations? Unless..."

"Unless he is a god." Speaking of this answer, Vincent felt extremely absurd.

Carl shuffled back to his chair and sat down. "You don't seem to believe in God."

oh?Huh...someone seems to be snickering

After leaving Karna, Vincent kept seeing his last smile.

As if God's... mercy...