Detective Bennet [Comprehensive novel]

"It was the best of times, it was the worst of times. 』

On April 1874, 4, sunlight dispersed the mist over the Thames.

At 07:30 in the morning, it was warm and cold.Sit at the dining table and have a cup of English black tea to warm up the body after leaving the bed.Slowly slice the smoked cod on a white porcelain plate, served with toasted bread with orange marmalade.Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, the courtyard is full of spring, and a leisurely day begins with breakfast.

It was a comfortable early morning in the West End of London, facing each other far away, and the White Church in the East End was filled with a lingering dilapidated stench.

Alley, dark and damp.

Kelsey had a splitting headache when she woke up, and found herself lying prone on the ground, as if thrown into a washing machine and tumbled several times, with no comfort in her body.

She remembered that she was clearly dead.The international joint arrest operation suddenly changed. As the head of the special investigation department, she successfully sneaked into the headquarters of the criminal group to find out the first criminal.And when the network is closed, someone always wants to disconnect.

At that time, after Kelsey picked off, unfortunately, he was blown up in a last-minute explosion.I didn't expect to use the dead body to return to the body of a 130-year-old girl with the same name more than 16 years ago.

The original owner's unfamiliar memories flooded into his mind, and he didn't have time to sort it out. When he opened his eyes, there was a large piece of bloody red within reach.

——This is the murder scene.

The middle-aged woman had long hair over her shoulders, and she lay on her back in a pool of blood in panic, her head tilted heavily to the left.

Her skirt and underwear were cut from top to bottom by a sharp weapon, exposing the air from her chest to her abdomen.His right hand was clutching his lower abdomen tightly, while his left hand hung on the ground in a futile grasp.

Kelsey was meeting the woman's dying eyes, and the title of 'Ms. Mary' burst into her mind.

Mary, 42 years old, is a prostitute who temporarily lives in London's most chaotic Whitechapel district.When it comes to prostitutes at the moment, it seems that everyone can feel at ease and despise them, but Mary is not a bad person.

In London, where there is no money and nowhere to go, it was Mary who extended a helping hand to the desperate original owner and provided a place to rest for free.Who would have thought that none of them escaped the fate of violent death.

At this moment, a rough shout sounded, "Quick, this way! I can see clearly that the Ripper is wearing a gray blouse. Unlike what everyone guessed before, he is not strong and looks a little thin."

Four hurried running sounds came from far to near, and appeared at the alley in less than three to five minutes.

The yelling man stood still suddenly, stepped back involuntarily, and tightly grasped the wooden stick in his hand.

"My God! Three police officers, it's bad! The Ripper has woken up, yes, the body at his feet is Mary. God, does he have a weapon?"

Kelsey pressed her swollen temples, just stood still, and glanced around.There was a fruit knife covered in blood half a meter away, and loud shouts came from behind.

"Jason! Stand still and don't move!"

Lestrade sternly surrounded the two policemen, raised their revolvers//guns, and aimed at the people beside the corpse. "I order you to put your head in your hands now and turn around slowly! I'll count to three, if you don't do it, we'll shoot. Three..."

Looking at the empty alley to the end, except for five people and one dead body, there is no redundant existence.

So who is Jason?

Don't miss the caller's words, it's him, not her.who is he

Kelsey lowered her eyes a little. She was wearing an old laborer's smock, and the cuffs of her corduroy trousers were frayed.

The green overalls had been washed to gray, and now there was a large amount of blood splattered on his chest.If eyesight is poor, it can barely be called a gray smock.

This body is far from that of a girl.

In the Victorian era, the etiquette of gentlemen and ladies was the standard.Even on the stage of the Theater of the Absurd there is no scene of a woman disguised as a man.

Almost all women have long hair, and as long as they step out of the house, none of them will not wear a corset or skirt.Except for lunatics, even middle-aged laundresses and rural working women must abide by the rules set by society for women.

Today, Kelsey wears genuine men's clothing, no corset, just a few wraps.

Coupled with the standard men's short hair and men's leather shoes, and her ability to imitate false voices, it is said that she is a teenager, and there is not a single bit of incongruity from head to toe.

The rules of this era, many people do not think deeply about whether it is correct or not.

It seems to be a bondage for women, and it seems that almost all criminals are low-level poor ghosts.Bias is everywhere.

So now there are three guns ready to fire in the back.

"two……"

Lestrade saw the people next to the dead body remain silent, recalling the serial murder case in the past month and the provocative letter sent to the police station a week ago.

For a month, from late night to early morning, three disemboweled prostitutes died one after another in the chaotic White Church in the East End.

The victims were all in their early 40s. The most terrifying thing was the murderer's criminal methods - cutting his throat, disembowelling his body, cutting away his kidneys, uterus and other organs, leaving a body full of intestines.

A week earlier, a man claiming to be Jason the Ripper had sent a letter to the newspaper in which he blatantly mocked Scotland Yard.Threatening in blood red writing that if the police do not catch him, he will continue to kill and disembowel more prostitutes.

People in the Whitechapel area, the center of the crime, were panic-stricken, and a small number of residents spontaneously formed a patrol team.

This morning, when Old Tom was inspecting, he found an abnormality outside the alley. There were two people lying on the ground. It seemed that someone was suspected of murder but was resisted.

Walk in a little, there is a big pool of blood!The pool of blood is not Mary the whore.

Old Tom didn't dare to startle the prostrate assailant head-on, so he ran to the nearest policeman.

'one! '

Just as Lestrade was about to report the final figures, he saw the person beside the corpse move.

The man didn't put his head in his hands, and he didn't panic or panic. Instead, he straightened his back and turned around, raised his jaw slightly, and glanced lightly at the four of them.

"Good morning, Inspector. The fog has cleared and it looks like a fine day. Then repeat, who are you ordering?"

Kelsey raised her eyebrows casually, with a half-smile, and said unhurriedly:

"Einstein said that imagination is more important than knowledge, but it doesn't include your useless imagination, which can designate murderers at will. Oh, I'm sorry, I forgot how you could know Einstein."

He's fucking!

What an arrogant tone, what an uncomfortable aristocratic accent.This man turned out to be an upper-class West End guy.

Lestrade unconsciously moved his hand holding the gun.Dressing can be deceiving in London, and there's always someone saving up for a good one.But the accent is hard to change, and the people of the West End don't have the patience to teach the laborers.

What's more, the inherent arrogance of a rich man radiates from his bones, and even the shabby and ill-fitting clothes can't hide it.

Taking a closer look at the boy's black hair, he might be from an ancient blue-blooded family, and the blood on his face couldn't hide his exquisite eyebrows and eyes.

This kind of person is not at all like a murderer who kills a prostitute. Rather than saying that he doesn't know how to do it, it's better to say he disdains it, just like a lion doesn't look at a mouse.But why did it appear in the poorest and most chaotic Whitechapel area?Was it even found in the same alley with the murdered body?

"There must be pursuits in life, such as finding the truth. I think Scotland Yard should also have some pursuits. Don't just remember to ask the council for funding, but also to protect the safety of Londoners."

Kelsey seemed to be explaining the reason for coming here, and seemed to be mocking the incompetence of the three detectives present.

The next moment, she turned directly to old Tom. "Before that, this gentleman would answer a very simple question before he accuses me. What color is the coat I'm wearing?"

Old Tom was frightened long ago!

He saw the thin man in shabby clothes lying down next to Mary's body, saw Mary covering her abdomen with one hand, saw Mary's other hand trying to catch the murderer but was unable to hang down, and saw the murder knife thrown around the two.But thinking about it, he didn't expect the boy's appearance after waking up.

"Me, color?" Old Tom stammered, pressed his eyes involuntarily, and patted his temples again.

He shouldn't have been afraid of being tall and alone, but the trouble of a drudgery who rashly identified nobles or gentlemen as murderers could lead to endless trouble.Class repression may lead to the destruction of families. "It, it's gray."

Old Tom turned his head beseechingly, hoping Inspector Lestrade had something to say. "It's a blood-stained suit that's all gray, isn't it?"

Old Tom swears, "I swear to God, I really see clearly. Today, at dawn, I got up and opened the window, and found people in gray clothes passing by in the empty alley.

When I was eating breakfast, the more I thought about it, the more I felt that something was wrong. That thin figure was very strange.Immediately went out to inspect the streets and found that Mary had been killed.This one fell beside Mary's body. "

"A piece of clothing with a green background, you said it is all gray? Not to mention how much can you see before the fog has just cleared? Unfortunately, I don't think your testimony is valid."

Kelsey shook her head at Old Tom, seeing blood in his eyes, pressing them from time to time. "Your vision has been blurred recently, and you often feel that there is fog in front of your eyes. Accompanied by anxiety, panic, rage, and some nights of insomnia. Think about it, how long has it been difficult for you to recognize green? Unfortunately, you are likely to be ill and cause Color weakness or color blindness, it is recommended to see a doctor for a fundus examination."

Heck!

Is this being voyeurized and followed to the bedside?

Old Tom's eyes widened. He actually had all these symptoms, but he never cared about them.

After a day of physical work, when you have to worry about the haunting of murderous monsters, who will not have some symptoms, big or small.And there is fog in London from time to time, he sees things foggy, what could be wrong?

However, Lestrade and the other two police officers frowned, thinking that Old Tom's testimony was wrong.They all retracted the revolvers held against Kelsey.

"I'm G. Lestrade of Scotland Yard. What's your name, sir?"

Lestrade softened his tone, no longer treated the cruel murderer's questioning harshly, but assumed another possibility.Someone fell at the scene of the crime. Apart from the real murderer, it was also likely to be the second victim.

"You may call me Mr. Bennet."

Kelsey gave her last name.With the police force of Scotland Yard today, it is impossible to investigate her origin in the [-]th century when workers from the north and south of the UK and foreign immigrants flooded into London in large numbers, and there was no perfect identity registration system.

What's more, the original owner had only been in London for a month, and everyone familiar with her past had died.

"Okay. Mr. Bennet, please tell me why you fainted at the scene of the crime."

As Lestrade spoke, he signaled his deputy to take out the notebook, and listened to a short and clear statement.

Recalling the experience of the original owner, Kelsey started with his impromptu role as a 'rich man' who loves solving crimes deeply:

"The successive murders made me come to the Whitechapel area to investigate the truth five days ago, and Mary provided me with accommodation. The nature of her work determines that she is nocturnal, and she usually returns home at 05:30 before dawn to prepare breakfast. Rest after dinner, but it's late today.

At [-]:[-], I went out to check the situation.There was fog when entering the alley and I couldn't see very well.With his back to my line of sight, the perpetrator stabbed and pulled/drawn the murder weapon at the victim.I yelled 'stop', the victim was seriously injured and fell down, the murder weapon in the murderer's hand fell behind, and he fled from the direction of the alley. "

In fact, the original owner came to Whitechapel in desperation.Today, she didn't wait for Mary to come back, and went out to check the situation uneasily, when the murder was in progress.

On the spot, she blurted out a low cry to startle the murderer away, and hurried forward to confirm that the victim was Mary.

Mary was stabbed in the abdomen, and suddenly fell powerlessly to the sky.

The original owner panicked and wanted to stop Mary's bleeding but didn't know what to do.The knife was extremely ruthless, and Mary quickly inhaled less and exhaled more. She tried her best to say something, but she couldn't utter a complete word.

"I got closer and could only hear Mary say S, S. The scene was chaotic at the time, and I didn't pay attention to the situation behind me. When I felt the wind behind me, I was hit on the neck before I could turn around and passed out. I can't be sure that the murderer came back. After all, someone else did it."

At that moment, the original owner was hit so hard that he was aimed at the fatal part, resulting in his death on the spot.

But Kelsey touched her neck, and the serious injuries on her body faded after she regained consciousness.

The current discomfort is probably caused by the force of time and space, because the original owner caused all kinds of minor ailments due to hunger and fatigue, all of which disappeared completely.

This is a guess that cannot be proved twice, and there is no feasibility data to compare.She never thought about it, she has always made judgments based on empirical evidence, and one day she can only say 'indecision, quantum mechanics'.

Lestrade saw the bitterness on Kelsey's face, he pressed the corner of his mouth, a little gloating.

What is wrong with having money, balls, deer hunting, and various club salons are not fun. If you insist on playing a detective game going deep into the slums, you will not only cause trouble for Scotland Yard, but also ask for trouble.

"Thank you for your cooperation." Lestrade didn't want to play role-playing with the rich man. "If you can, leave a contact address so that you can be informed of the investigation into the attack."

Kelsey saw the ridicule of the three police detectives, stretched out his hand to stroke the broken hair on his forehead, and gave a standard gentleman smile without hesitation.

"You should understand that Bennet's reputation cannot tolerate a speck of dust. Today's wrongful identification of me can only be completely cleaned up if the real culprit is found. I must carry out the responsibility of maintaining my reputation to the end."

Where did Kelsey get the money from? The original owner was only 5 shillings apart from the ancestral pocket watch.No matter how you get the money, you must first find a place to live.Let alone going back to Mary's rented house, not to mention how dangerous it is, she wouldn't be able to pay to renew her lease today.

Just now the detectives drew their guns decisively and regarded her as a suspect.Now she chooses to actively cooperate with Scotland Yard, and it is best to arrange a separate room.

It would be much better for the police station to arrange it than for her to search in a hurry when she first arrived, and the rent should be paid later, and it would be even better if she could provide food and accommodation for a period of time.

Kelsey was kind, "As you wish, I will cooperate well. In this regard, I don't mind Inspector Lestrade providing a foothold. It is said that Scotland Yard is good at solving citizens' troubles. If you have any problems, please overcome them."

Look, what a polite gentleman's gesture; listen, what a natural arrangement of tone.

Lestrade's eyes widened, he minded!Don't stop anyone, I really want to punch this damned arrogance!

Kelsey: I admit there was a gamble involved.But the play has already started, so I can only stop it.

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Let's talk about the timeline, and integrate the world of classics, using Sherlock Holmes as an approximate reference time.The important thing is said three times, overhead, overhead, and overhead Europe, the events in the article are not the same as the real history!