A Weird Theater That Started In London

Humans are a very contradictory race.

In just two days, the fear brought about by the serial murder case has gradually become an interesting topic of conversation for some people to pass the time at the dinner table. While condemning the brutality of the murderer, they mocked the incompetence of Scotland Yard.

On the other side of the city, the situation is quite the opposite.

Living in East London, especially the female residents in the Whitechapel area, don't have the time to chat and laugh. They are anxious all day long, and they don't go to the streets as soon as it gets dark.

However, there are always exceptions to everything.

Some female workers who raised their children alone had to take risks and go to the factory to work night shifts in order to earn money to buy bread and milk; as for those poor prostitutes, they also had to rely on receiving customers to earn living expenses.

In order to protect the safety of these people, some kind-hearted gentlemen decided to join forces and give up their rest time to patrol the streets.

They called themselves the Eastside Citizens' Self-Defense Force.

——Visited thousands of households, reminding everyone to pay attention to safety

—— Tens of thousands of leaflets were printed and distributed

——Intensified inspections, even put on women's clothes, pretended to be a wandering warbler, and went fishing in the street in the middle of the night

Since our taxpayer-raised dogs are passive and lazy, and can't sniff out the murderer's whereabouts with their noses, they can only count on themselves.

George Lasker, the leader of this non-governmental organization, after throwing these few words to the newspaper reporter, took his assistants and started another day of inspection work.

Blocks, alleys, taverns, factories, and even schools, he has to go there himself.

Boss, you look tired, why don't you go back to sleep? You know, Jack the Ripper never kills during the day.

Ken, I just hope this will save a few people from dying.

Well, what a gentleman you are.

The assistant shrugged and casually complimented him.

However, while the two were chatting, Lu Li and Duke were in vain.

Golden Goose Mansion.

The servant in charge of receiving visitors brought two cups of coffee and some snacks.

Gentlemen, please wait patiently for a while, my master is out on patrol.

Okay, you go about your own business.

Lu Li picked up the coffee saucer, took a slow sip, and at the same time glanced at the interior of the living room indiscriminately.

Reindeer heads, bear hides, mammoth tusks...

All high-end goods.

Lu Li even noticed that the owner had hung two cap guns on the wall in a very simple style——

The barrel is secured by three bolts to a walnut stock with a brass butt plate.

This is a man's romance. Just a slight pull of the trigger can kill a target hundreds of yards away.

If possible, I'd like to put on a deerstalker hat, change into a set of light clothes, and go hunting in the countryside. Even if the prey is only hares, it's also a kind of enjoyment.

At this time, Lu Li couldn't help feeling a little sad when he thought about the experience of dealing with corpses during the past two days.

Hey, if I had a choice, I'd rather sleep comfortably... Ha... I didn't close my eyes all night last night. I wanted to squat for a while after the autopsy, but there was a major breakthrough in the case. If we go on, sooner or later we will die suddenly, and we will be eliminated in the end.

After the words fell, Duke smiled and made an analogy: I killed myself.

And Lu Li rolled his eyes at this guy, lowered his head and sipped his coffee, obviously not in the mood for joking.

Seeing this, Duke, who had nothing to do, took the initiative to change the subject. He picked up the cup and saucer: This is definitely made from freshly ground and brewed imported coffee beans. The origin may be South Africa, West Africa, or India. After all, this In the beginning of the year, the empire on which the sun never sets has not yet declined.”

Seeing that he was unwilling to give up and insisted on finding something to say, and being idle was boring, Lu Li simply pressed his mind and talked nonsense with this guy: So, as a time traveler, do you have any idea of ​​running for the Prime Minister, Professor Duke? For example , Punch America, kick Germany, dominate the world, and become the man behind Queen Victoria.

There are still three days left before the end of the exam. Even if Churchill, Bismarck, and Roosevelt are possessed, they can't do it.

However, if I can stay in this world, I am absolutely sure that within ten years, the sun will never set on the Great Empire...

Du Ke has a serious face, and seems to be really thinking about the possibility of running for the prime minister. After all, he is now a medical professor, and his starting point is not low.

In this case, the future Prime Minister of the Empire, please let Jack the Ripper be the first stepping stone on your way to become Prime Minister.

At this moment, Lu Li held back his laughter. The two of them had trouble catching a serial murderer, and they were still sitting in other people's houses talking loudly, so they probably got lost.

Sure enough, Duke was possessed by the playwright and perfectly substituted for the role of a politician. He solemnly said, That's a very good idea, Mr. Lu Li, would you like to join my team? After it's done, I can consider giving you a deputy prime minister. position, or let you go to an overseas colony as a governor.

Your Excellency, is it too late for me to join now?

A strange voice came from the hall.

Lu Li was speechless for a moment.

It's over!

Such a shameful conversation was overheard by strangers, and social death is about to come...

At this time, the speaker also noticed that the atmosphere was a bit awkward, so while walking towards the sofa, he introduced himself: Just kidding, don't mind, I'm Conan Doyle, a doctor, amateur novelist .”

At the invitation of Mr. George Lasker, come to discuss the Whitechapel massacre.

Conan Doyle?

The two eyes looked at him from top to bottom immediately: he was of medium height, with two beards at the corners of his mouth, gentle appearance, and he liked to smile. He was wearing a gray coat, a peaked cap, and a pipe in his pocket.

Duke stood there holding his coffee cup, while Lu Li paused and asked tentatively, Sir, do you know Holmes?

Of course, Mr. Lu Li, the protagonist in Study in Scarlet, has seen it?

Apparently Conan Doyle knew them and was very friendly.

After all, a famous detective with the title of lord, a medical professor who is the youngest in history, and all of them have oriental faces, it is difficult to know him or not.

Unfortunately, the atmosphere fell into silence again.

Did I say something wrong?

Conan Doyle frowned slightly, unable to figure out what went wrong, and thought to himself: Could it be that the new book is not good, and this gentleman hasn't read it?

Last year, his first important work A Study in Scarlet came out, and the novel was rejected several times before being published (the protagonist is the later famous Sherlock Holmes).

Papa papa!

Lu Li took the initiative to clap his hands to break the embarrassment.

It's very well written. I have all those issues of the newspaper in my collection. You may consider publishing a booklet.

Yes...haha...

Duke also forced a smile when he heard the words.

First Jack the Ripper, now Conan Doyle, are legends so worthless?

By the way, how much has this guy overheard?