A Weird Theater That Started In London

Time went back to twenty years ago again.

On the day when he learned that the operation failed, his father picked up his windbreaker and went to the tavern to have fun.

But the mother has always kept doting on Sickert, but this kind of love is very deformed. She often says that Sickert's affected area is cute, and also buys him little girl's clothes.

At the same time, in the eyes of Sickert who is growing up, this kind of love is a kind of gender suspicion. He always regards his mother as the accomplice of those people, and blames all the crimes he has suffered on his mother—after all, it is She gave herself it all.

Eventually, a Ripper, was born.

Eleven o'clock in the evening.

Apartment Via Calvi 16.

Looking at the loveless Sigurd, Lu Li suppressed his distaste for the murderer, and comforted him:

Mr. Siegel, in order to show my sincerity, I hereby assure you that I will never disclose any information to the newspaper.

As for Scotland Yard, I will also ask the Chief of Criminal Investigations, Harvard Vincent, to help keep it secret.

The premise is to tell the truth.

Unfortunately, little success has been achieved.

Sickert's expression was still extremely embarrassing.

He felt like a beast that had been flayed by a hunter, and now, he had no illusions but the desire to die.

You should have dealt with journalists. They are the best at telling stories, digging out other people's privacy, and then exaggerating and presenting them to the public.

Lu Li emphasized his tone. He knew very well that the situation was extraordinary, and he should act in an extraordinary way. People like this kind of people cherish their reputation the most.

Mr. Detective, you don't need to pay attention to morality and the rule of law when dealing with villains. Let me practice with this little mouse!

At this time, Mr. Lasker suddenly made a sound, and rushed forward to drag Sickert up.

Just a few hours ago, a blood-stained letter and a small gift had trampled on his face severely. If he hadn't had some sense in his heart, he would have pulled the trigger long ago.

come kill me.

Seeing this, Sickert smiled mockingly, without any guilt after killing, and even made a V-shaped gesture to the three of them, declaring victory.

He swore to take everything into the coffin.

Little bastard, I don't care who you know, if you kill someone, even if I kill you now, you won't have to go to jail, do you believe me?

George put the barrel of the gun against Sickert's forehead, and he was not polite, and he punched hard in the stomach, two punches...

The sound of punching to the flesh really startled Lu Li and Duke. If the person was killed or seriously injured, what would the case be?

When the time comes, the two of them will have no place to cry.

Plop!

Suddenly, a punch failed to control the strength, and Sickert seemed to be hit by a running rhino. His whole body fell back, turned halfway in the air, and fell heavily on the sofa.

Mr. Lasker—

What the hell are you doing!

Calm down, leave it to the two of us.

Duke was shocked and angry. He was thinking about solving the case and solving the case. Seeing the suspect being beaten like this, he pushed George Lasker away, and then rushed to Sickert and squatted down to check his vital signs.

Looking at Sigurt, who was bleeding from the corner of his mouth, after taking away the revolver, Lu Li was also unceremonious and sarcastically said, Sir, frankly speaking, your performance is extremely disappointing. In my hometown, this kind of means It's called impotent rage.

call……

Repressed for too long, George admitted that he was impulsive just now, and his back shook violently for a while before he barely calmed down the urge to kill.

Sorry, it's hard to hold back when I think about the ruined dinner...

At this time, after confirming that Sickert's vital signs were still stable, Duke finally exhaled and wiped off the cold sweat on his forehead: Heh, if an apology is useful, why do we need a policeman?

After saying that, he remembered that this man seemed to be very powerful, worthy of Scotland Yard.

I have caused trouble for you two. I will never interfere in the next actions. I will continue to fulfill my promise and fully cooperate.

George has calmed down now. After all, after those few punches, the depression in his heart has dissipated a lot, and he also thought of a certain sentence that Sickert said before, so he simply stepped aside.

As far as I know, you are not a lonely person. Your mother is still alive, and you have many like-minded friends. You might as well think about them.

As he said that, Lu Li dragged the sofa to the opposite side and sat down. What happened just now disrupted his plan, but he had to continue playing the emotional card. With the actual evidence, perhaps, he could break through this guy's psychological defense.

After all, he really couldn't find a better way to make a person who wanted to die speak up.

I remember, you said just now, that you admitted to killing a wandering warbler, didn't you?

It's definitely not Martha, because when I mentioned the nine-pound gold coin left by the murderer at the scene, you acted strangely, and you said that the refugees from Eastern Europe are all locusts.

Hearing Lu Li's words, Sickert didn't react at all, just sat on the sofa, listening silently, and occasionally wiped the blood stains overflowing from his nose.

Don't look up...

Duke glanced at Mr. Lasker, carried the toolbox, and walked over to stop the suspect's bleeding.

The one from last night? Don't rush to deny it.

Seeing that Sickert ignored him, Lu Li continued talking on his own.

There was a small red spot on the letter. At that time, everyone was busy looking for the burial place and didn't pay much attention to it. I also took it for granted that it was the victim's blood.

Looking at it now, I'm afraid it's red paint for painting. Just take some back from your studio and make an identification, and you'll know if it's the same thing.

Hearing this, Duke, who was helping to stop the bleeding, also stopped his movements, and added: Actually, there is still a good distinction between blood and paint.

Hearing this, Sickert's body suddenly shook, and he turned his head, deliberately avoiding Duke's sight.

Action, panoramic view.

At this time, Lu Li had his mind back. He returned the gun to George, and said, Mr. Lasker, you should go out first, as long as Duke and I are here.

Okay, stay safe...

He was about to say a few more words, but when he saw Lu Li get up and open the door, he could only retreat in embarrassment.

Sigel, I think that you are actually unwilling to take the blame for others. You just want to retaliate against me, Professor Duke, and Mr. Lasker's actions, so you choose to keep silent. Please forgive me, after confirming that you are a murderer Under such circumstances, who can remain rational?

It just so happened that after finishing the hemostasis work, Duke also pulled a sofa over and sat sideways.

This is a very simple psychological hint: we are sitting very casually, just talking to you, not interrogating.

You know that man, don't you?

In other words, the person who killed Martha has nothing to do with the person who committed the crime tonight.

downstairs.

A sullen Mr. George Lasker stamped out a match and stood in a corner, puffing.

Soon, he saw an old woman walking tremblingly towards the apartment.

Sir, are you here to catch Sickert?

you are?

His neighbor, come and see.