A Weird Theater That Started In London

After reading this provocative letter, Lu Li's first reaction was——

Where is the new murder scene?

Sure enough, it was the infamous Jack the Ripper!

What is the relationship between him and the tramp?

All of a sudden, many thoughts raced through Lu Li's mind, causing him a headache. It wasn't until Wensley reminded him that he came back to his senses.

Mr. Detective, what was mentioned in the letter?

...The murderer's personal letter, he claimed that he killed another wandering warbler not long ago.

ah?

Wensley frowned, reached out to take the letter away, and as his eyes moved down, his expression became more serious, and finally he cursed in a low voice: Between beast!

At this time, the sound of horseshoes came, successfully diverting attention.

Looking up, a carriage appeared in everyone's sight.

Soon, two dusty men walked into the hall, one was wearing a police uniform, and the other was Lu Li had seen before.

Officers, I am Duke, a professor of medicine at King's College. The autopsy results have come out. The deceased was between 40 and 42 years old, and the fatal wound was on the neck...

On the way here, Duke had foreseen various possible situations. For example, the police did not believe in this advanced forensic theory. For example, the police had identified the murderer in advance, and he also thought of countermeasures.

Now, all plans were interrupted because he saw a familiar person among the police officers.

Lu Li, why are you here?

It is definitely something to be happy to meet someone you know in a foreign country, no, in a different time and space, so Duke said this sentence almost subconsciously.

Just like you, I was invited.

Lu Li nodded towards him, but he didn't show too much enthusiasm. After all, they were in the police station, and it was difficult to answer in case someone asked him.

The two know each other?

Wensley was quite surprised. Later in the afternoon, Mr. Detective asked him if Professor Duke was also from the Far East. Logically speaking, the two should have nothing to do with each other.

Being out of character doesn't mean that you can't tell the difference between the urgent and the serious. At this time, Duke also reacted. He pretended to be calm and explained: I met once a few years ago, but I never contacted again.

So that's how it is.

Wensley nodded, and immediately brought the topic back to the main topic: However, the most urgent thing now is to find the deceased. I will go to the inspector's office first and ask for more police to search the murder scene.

After saying that, he took the letter from the murderer and trotted away, while the police officers gathered in the hallway scattered to search for their own rain gear.

Seeing that Duke was still puzzled, Lu Li walked over and explained a few words in a low voice.

Jack the Ripper?

Not long after, this guy let out an exclamation, and immediately lowered his voice: He is a legend. If he can be arrested and brought to justice, maybe we can get unexpected benefits from it and enter the so-called excellent class.

We... work together to solve the case?

After thinking about it for a while, Lu Li acquiesced to this statement. After all, a person's power is limited.

Okay, Duke, what do you think this so-called exam is?

Taking advantage of no one around, he decided to ask this question that has been hidden in his heart. In fact, it is not difficult to guess that the other thirty-nine people who came to this world also want to know the answer.

Because everything happens so suddenly that no one has time to think.

When you were in the classroom, you were the most calm. Why are you timid now?

After finding his companions, Duke's sloppy attributes became more and more obvious.

However, after he put his arm around Lu Li's shoulders, he became serious again: Let's just treat it as an act. We are acting students. Whatever script the director gives us, just keep acting seriously. There's no need to question it. It's not good to think too much.

In Duke's view, there is no solution to this problem, and it is better to focus on the present than to speculate wildly.

Acting? It's really similar. Your identity is a medical professor, and I'm a detective. It's just that there is no script. If you fail, the contract will be terminated directly.

Lu Li smiled wryly, and felt that the question he asked was pale and powerless, but when he met someone who had the same experience, he asked it unconsciously.

At this time, Wensley pushed open the door of the office and hurriedly interrupted the conversation between the two: Unfortunately, I don't have time to reminisce about the past, Mr. Detective, please accompany us to search for the deceased.

Hearing this, Lu Li restrained his expression: I suggest bringing Professor Duke with him, he's here...

Okay, let's get in the car.

Wensley didn't even finish listening, and agreed directly. If there is no breakthrough in the case, he can even imagine that after this news is disclosed by various newspapers, the Whitechapel District and Scotland Yard will be placed on the cusp of public opinion. .

In the pattering rain, the four carriages diverged at the crossroads, patrolling the dark alleys and corners in the jurisdiction.

0:20 in the morning.

Two groups of plainclothes police escorted the suspects to the empty police station, where Mr. Inspector himself interrogated them.

Do you know Martha Tabrien?

The hearts of the two trembled, and one of them blurted out and asked, What's wrong with her?

I'm the one asking you a question!

The middle-aged inspector wearing the two-star epaulets had serious eyes.

know……

The voice of the person who took the initiative to speak was hoarse, while the other person remained silent.

Seeing this, the inspector pressed his mind and decided to interrogate the person who was inclined to cooperate first.

Your name is Charles Vann, isn't it?

That's right...I...

Don't be nervous. I invite you here so late. I have something to ask.

After speaking, he turned to the plainclothes and said, Go and bring three cups of hot coffee.

The attitude eased a lot.

Charles, where did you go last night? Stayed home and slept, or had fun.

I……

Seeing that he was still hesitating, an experienced plainclothes reprimanded: Martha Tablin is dead. The wanderer in the brothel said that you had an argument with her the day before yesterday and threatened to kill her!

It's not me! Charles argued loudly, then took a deep breath, organized his words and said, Yesterday, I was locked up at the Thames District Police Station because I was suspected of stealing coal. There should be a record there, and you can send someone to Check.

You two go now.

Hearing what the suspect said, the inspector believed him a little, and pointed to two plainclothes men to take a look.

What about you, Kevin Rankin?

Those gray-blue eyes turned to the silent person, and said in a serious tone, Who can prove where you went last night?

I followed that bitch with a knife last night!

This guy's words were astonishing, and everyone was stunned at once, and the two plainclothes who were going to collect evidence also stopped.