No One Knows Ke Xue Better Than Me

After Allen heard it in the bedroom, his expression became stiff.

The voice is so unfamiliar, is it the two police officers just now?

"Dong dong dong."

This time, the force of the door slam was a little heavier.

"Open the door, the police will handle the case, please cooperate with the hanging."

Allen walked to the bedroom door softly, his eyes narrowed.

He just got home and washed his face with cold water, and the other party knocked on the door not long after.

Could it be that they squatted nearby and guarded themselves?

Allen is now facing a dilemma.

Look at the other party's posture, some comers are not good.

Even if he wanted to hide, he couldn't.

The entrance to the secret room is just below the wardrobe toolbox.

If Allen is committed to this, there is no cover, it is easy to expose.

There's a murder weapon and a cloak inside, and it's bad if the police find it!

He couldn't hide, he could only face it hard.

If you encounter a fool police, maybe you can fool the past.

Allen has committed several crimes, carefully erasing his personal traces.

Even if the police suspect, they can't produce enough evidence to charge.

Open the door, there is still a chance.

If you don't open the door, you're bound to die.

The police would think that he was guilty and forced his way in.

At that time, I rummaged through the boxes and found that the secret room was over.

Thinking of this, he quickly adjusted and responded:

"Come on, come on, I'm changing clothes, right now."

Allen got ready and ran to open the door.

At the moment of opening, the police officers could not wait to pour in.

This made him stagger and nearly fell to the ground.

Lestrade brought people into the house and took the lead in controlling the suspect:

"Even if I dig three feet into the ground, find the murder weapon and cloak for me!"

"Yes, sir!"

The house is relatively clean, with only two chairs and a one-way mirror.

The room is not big, just a few dozen square meters.

Alan was limited in his mobility and struggled:

"What are you doing? This, this is a private house invasion!"

He tried to create an innocent image to gain sympathy.

Lestrade looked serious and instructed more than ten subordinates:

"Leave him alone, keep searching!"

A few minutes later, the officers returned to report:

"Report sir, the kitchen didn't find it."

"Report sir, nothing was found in the living room."

"Report sir, the bedroom was not found."

Lestrade tilted his head, not believing his ears:

"How is it possible?! Have you looked for it seriously?"

The policeman lowered his head and looked aggrieved:

"Sir, I've searched. The bed has been turned over, but I still haven't found it."

Suzuki Qiaoqiao was also full of doubts and felt that something was not right.

Among the many suspects, Allen is the most in line with the psychological profile.

Not him, who else could it be?

Could it be that the police are not doing well and that they missed it when making the list?

Suzuki Qiaoqiao looked at Alan secretly, and when he saw his brows stretched out, he immediately understood.

Murder weapon and cloak, right here!

If you can't find it on the surface, it means something is hidden:

"Mr. Allen, I know where the secret room is."

Allen was startled and glanced at the bedroom subconsciously.

In less than a second, his eyes narrowed again.

Suzuki Joe Bridge captured the facial micro-expression and grinned:

"Just in the bedroom."

Smiles can be faked, eyes can be faked.

But the subconscious reaction of people is very difficult to fake.

"Remove all the things in the bedroom, and you will definitely find the entrance to the secret room."

Allen tightened his eyes and felt a chill in his heart.

Oops!

Now that the police are held hostage, is there any chance to escape?

Before he could react, Suzuki Takashi pulled the single-shot rifle of the police officer beside him.

The black, thick and large barrel was pressed against the back of Allen's head in an instant.

"Be honest, don't try to play tricks."

Lestrade encountered an emergency and walked between the two.

This made Allen's heart tighten a little bit.

"Mr. Suzuki, I don't know what you have against Jack the Ripper. If you have a reason to do it..."

As he spoke, he took off the gun and handed it:

"Please use this, this is more convenient."

"???"

Allen opened his mouth wide, and the whole person looked dumbfounded.

what are you doing?

You are a London policeman, how can you give a gun to anyone?

Don't look at Lestrade's blood, but the real person is shrewd.

'After unremitting investigation by the police, the true identity of Jack the Ripper was found out.The murderer was extremely rampant, trying to take the hostages and escape.In the end, he was shot dead by Inspector Lestrade's pistol. '

This newsletter will appear in major newspapers tomorrow.

The last sentence, you taste, you carefully taste.

It doesn't matter who killed Jack the Ripper.

Importantly, it was executed with Lestrade's gun.

Suzuki Qiaoqiao didn't say anything, and thanked him.

Then he opened the safety catch and used the muzzle of the gun against Allen's forehead.

With the things in the bedroom, one after another moved out.

The toolbox was removed, revealing the covered hoop.

"Sir, found it!"

The policeman pulled away the hoop, revealing the entrance to the secret room.

Someone carrying a kerosene lamp can't wait to explore below.

Down the stone steps for dozens of steps to the bottom.

In the air, there is a smell of disinfectant that has not dissipated.

In the southeast corner, there is a statue of the Crucifixion of Jesus.

On the wall in the southwest corner, there is a painting of a middle-aged woman.

On the table, blood-stained knives and cloaks were randomly placed.

"Found the murder weapon!"

The policeman returned to the living room of the barber shop holding a sharp knife as if he were looking at a baby.

After confirming that Alan Cosmins was Jack the Ripper, Suzuki Takashi directly pulled the trigger.

"Pong!"

Headshot at close range, blood splattered all over his face.

Suzuki Takashi wiped his hand and returned the pistol to Officer Lestrade.

Then he spat at the corpse that was still convulsing on the ground.