A Weird Theater That Started In London

Two gentlemen, who are you?

Scotland Yard Special Advisor Lu Li, this is a plainclothes security officer.

As he said that, Lu Li nodded towards the old man as a greeting, and continued to speak nonsense: Please inform Aaron Kosminski, he is involved in a murder case, so we need to He conducts the necessary questioning.

Oh... what?!

The old lady was very alert. When she heard that the two were from Scotland Yard, she set her sights on the Winchester in the hands of the coachman.

However, after hearing the second half of Lu Li's words, she retorted subconsciously: How is it possible, this child, Aaron, is too sick to get out of bed, how can he have the strength to do bad things.

Madam, you are not a judge, much less the Prime Minister.

It can be seen that the coachman has inherited the disposition of his master, and he didn't bother to argue with the old woman, so he rushed directly with a gun in his hand, yelling: Stay back a little bit, be careful not to go off...

Oh well.

Raise your hand, turn around and lead the way.

The whole process was straightforward, worthy of being a refugee who has experienced war.

Efficient and simple.

For things that can be solved by hands, there is no more nonsense, which made Lu Li speechless for a while.

Lance, put the gun away first, it will be troublesome if there is a misunderstanding.

At this time, the official identity is much more useful than the name of the Citizens' Self-Defense Force. Generally speaking, as long as you declare your identity, ordinary citizens will cooperate, and there is no need to be so barbaric.

Hearing this, the coachman named Lance sighed helplessly, put the shotgun into his double-breasted coat: Okay, I'll follow your arrangement.

After entering the living room, the old woman guided the two of them to sit down, looked at Lu Li at the same time, and asked, What do the two police officers drink?

Obviously, she has realized who the leader is, so she forced a smile on her face.

Very weird.

Perhaps it was an illusion, but she looked a little embarrassed.

But Lu Li felt uncomfortable, stood up with his cane, took off his top hat, and said in greeting, No, my companion's behavior was a bit reckless just now, I will take him to apologize to you.

But please let Aaron Kosminski come over. If it's not convenient, we can go to the room and find him.

His words were strong.

Tonight, no matter what, Lu Li will investigate the case to the bottom.

Seeing this, the old lady coughed a few times, and said tremblingly: Please sit down and wait in the living room for a while, I will go and inform Aaron to come down.

I'm sorry to trouble you.

Not long after, the thin figure disappeared at the corner of the stairs, and in the simple, even shabby living room, only Lu Li and Lance were left.

Her accent is strange. It's not a London accent. It has a Russian flavor. It seems that she has only immigrated here for a few years.

Bored, Lance looked around: To be honest, to own such a property in the Whitechapel area, her children are definitely hardworking.

Lu Li was a little surprised. This guy has never read the information, but he can analyze so many things based on the surrounding environment. This is much more useful than the trash of Scotland Yard.

The family is from Poland.

The Aaron I'm looking for this time is the third son in the family. He works as a barber and can make more money. It is said that he recently got mad and said that someone is going to eat him.

After finishing speaking, Lu Li spread his hands, looking helpless. He sincerely hoped that Aaron Kosminski was not really crazy, otherwise, he could only find a way to contact a psychiatrist.

After getting out of George's sight, Lance revealed his familiar nature, and he smiled gloatingly: Man, this reminds me of today's dinner, the guy who called himself the Ripper sent a bloody meal to Master Lasker For dessert.

Land from:……

Hand in hand, singing prayers, and there are more than a dozen delicacies in front of them, but encountering this situation, let alone George, who is the host, he can't even think about it now.

Sickert was beaten severely, which could not be called wronged.

Da da da--

About five minutes had passed since the old woman went upstairs, and there was a sound of footsteps on the stairs.

Lu Li raised his head and saw a man in his thirties with a beard coming down from the second floor.

According to the informant, Aaron has some bad habits, such as being addicted to handicrafts.

Looking at it now, the man in front of him should be just that, with sunken eye sockets and skinny, but he is not short, he looks like a skeleton.

Is that Aaron Kosminski? We're from Scotland Yard and have something to ask you.

Lu Li extended his hand in a friendly manner, and prayed that this guy would be able to communicate and not do anything strange in the room.

Unfortunately, Aaron ignored the hand stretched out in front of him, and sat down on the armchair, looking listless.

The atmosphere suddenly became awkward.

For the next period of time, the three men just sat like this without saying a word, while the old woman made three cups of coffee for everyone and left.

It's a pity that they were always on guard and neither of them touched a bite.

Time passed slowly, and when the clock struck twelve o'clock in the morning, there was no longer any heat rising from the teacup.

Lance was a little impatient, and gradually couldn't sit still. After all, exhausting himself was not an option. Lu Li decided to try, and if it didn't work, he would handcuff the suspect away.

Something went wrong, Mr. Lasker said.

With this in mind, Lu Li patted the table, trying to get Aaron to focus on himself.

Sir, where were you the night before?

...

No response.

Kosminski! What did you see that night?

...

Hey! Don't play dumb for me! Do you think you can stay out of it if you don't speak?

...

At this moment, Lance was staring at Lu Li with the eyes of a fool. He suspected that the famous detective had lost his mind due to lack of sleep and was trying to communicate with a dementia patient.

Bitch!

Lu Li couldn't help but uttered a swear word, his tone was hysterical: Why did you kill Martha! Can't afford the prostitution fee? Or do you have some personal grudge against her?

Suddenly, Aaron reacted.

He didn't know what he was muttering, anyway, Lance didn't understand it, Lu Li calmed down and patiently distinguished, but he could hear some clues.

This guy is speaking Polish—

She's a sinful scum, damn it! Good job, my friend! I never gave that woman a chance to yell. How did those bastards get me? I love this job, and I'll keep doing it .”

friend?

Do you mean Albert?

At this time, Lu Li understood this guy's way of thinking. It is very possible that he killed Martha in this crazy state. Fantasies, ideas, and loneliness are urging him to take action every minute, and put his killing intent into action. actual.

Perhaps, as long as we talk along his train of thought, we can get the truth.

So, Lu Li suppressed his excitement, leaned over and said, Good job! The scoundrels at Scotland Yard never thought that you killed Martha.