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After getting the pass for Her Majesty's Theater from Jonathan, the list of assets was refreshed in real time. Including the 100 million pounds spent on buying the theater just now and the tolls paid by others passing through EmbankmentStation, their total assets at the moment are 1300 million, ranking first Fourth in a group of ten.

Suddenly, Cheng Mo's attention was attracted by the number one on the list.I saw that the real-time assets of No. 5100 on the list had reached 2200 million pounds, leaving No. 2 with [-] million pounds far behind.Taking another look at the player's name on the list, the three big characters "Lu Yifan" are extremely eye-catching.

Isn't this the little brother I saw at the beginning of the game?How can a novice play so smoothly.

Cheng Mo was secretly surprised, and Qin Chuhe also glanced at the list data, raised his eyebrows when he saw Lu Yifan's name, and said:

"It's pretty awesome."

"Yeah, it looks like he's a rookie, but he's really good at playing this game." Cheng Mo praised.

"Different from your last dungeon, this dungeon requires strength plus luck, and luck is more important than strength. There are many mysterious events in this dungeon, which will be triggered if you don't pay attention. For non-chieftains, mysterious events often make people feel confused The dynasty went back to before liberation, but for Ou Huang, every mysterious event is a windfall." Qin Chuhe was silent for a while, "Looking at his speed, it may break 3 million in the near future, we are now with No. [-] The gap is not big, and the progress will be accelerated a little later, and it will not be a big problem to advance to the top three before the end."

Cheng Mo nodded, holding the dice, and was about to throw it into the transparent throwing plate that appeared in front of them, but the system prompt flickered at this moment.

[System prompt: A random event is triggered, the player's throw is invalid, please go to the Whitechapel[Note 1] site immediately]

The random event triggered by throwing the same number of points in the previous round took effect at this time, Cheng Mo was stunned, and always felt that the place name Whitechapel seemed to have been heard somewhere.And Qin Chuhe also looked thoughtful, not knowing what was going on in his heart.

"Staying here in a daze is not an option, go and have a look?" Cheng Mo asked.

Qin Chuhe nodded, and the two got on the bus and came to the East End of London where the Whitechapel is located.At that time, the East End of London was the largest immigration distribution center in the area at that time, and tens of thousands of Eastern European immigrants gathered here. Cheng Mofu noticed the difference between the people coming and going here and the British natives as soon as he got out of the car.Both men and women here are generally taller and stronger, with the most prominent light-blond hair and blue eyes of the Slavs.A few tall girls in leather skirts, short boots and fishnet stockings with heavy makeup were standing bored under the street lamp on the street corner, holding slender women's cigarettes in their hands.

The appearance of Cheng Mo and Qin Chuhe brightened their eyes, they swarmed up and surrounded the two of them tightly, enveloping Cheng Mo and Qin Chuhe in English mixed with retroflex:

"Sir, do you want to accompany me? Eighty pounds a night, very cheap."

The smell of perfume mixed with the smell of smoke made Cheng Mo dizzy for a while, and then an irresistible force dragged him out of the crowd of women abruptly.Qin Chuhe's cold voice floated in the cold air after the rain:

"No. We have no money."

The two words "no money" are more effective than directly saying "get out of the way". The women suddenly lost interest and returned to their original positions with a "hula".They stared up at the streetlights with disinterestedness, waiting for the business that seemed to never come to their door all night, cursing something in a low-pitched rural accent, like a herd of soulless livestock just waiting to be fed by the breeder.

This realization made Cheng Mo's heart sink for a moment. He was unwilling to use secular moral standards to evaluate these women who might have fallen to this point due to various circumstances, but this group of obviously very young and able-bodied women were openly betrayed on the street. The sight of exchanging his own hue for money still haunts him.

"East London has always been a high-stakes place for the sex trade. Most of the immigrants here have meager income. Men are reduced to homeless robbers, and women become prostitutes. Poverty and crime have always been closely linked. Together." Qin Chuhe stared at the street gradually shrouded in darkness, and told him, "Follow me closely, it's not safe here at night."

After he reminded him like this, Cheng Mo realized that there were no pedestrians on the road at some point, only those Eastern European girls standing on the street were left, occupying the dim streetlights in twos and threes.There is no moon tonight, and the dark sky is so oppressive that Cheng Mo can't breathe. The heavy feeling that something is about to happen grips his heart tightly, and gradually fills his back with a layer of coldness. .

"...I don't feel very good." Cheng Mo admitted truthfully, he could always be himself in front of Qin Chuhe with peace of mind, "It's getting late, let's find a place to rest, let's talk about it after finishing the night first."

Qin Chuhe checked the map, nodded and said, "There is only one hotel nearby, and the location is relatively remote. You have to go through the alley, follow me closely."

He took Cheng Mo away from the area where they were before, and the women standing on the street under the street lights only raised their eyelids indifferently at their departure, and then re-entered the day-to-day emptiness.

After they entered the intricate alleys, even the dim warm yellow light disappeared.The oppressive cold light hit the wet and muddy path after the rain, and reflected a strange cold light in the dirty stagnant water.The bulbs that had been in disrepair for a long time flickered, just like Cheng Mo's beating heart.There are actually prostitutes waiting for customers here, but they all hide in cramped corners, or beside dilapidated trash cans, with black eye sockets and sickly sunken cheeks, like withered flowers soaked in venom for a long time .

Cheng Mo avoided the women who stretched out their skinny hands towards him, and suddenly tripped over something cold under his feet, so he could only grab Qin Chuhe's hand to keep his balance.Qin Chuhe was shocked by his sudden movement, and when Cheng Mo wanted to lower his head to see what he was caught in, he suddenly held back his hand, and the warm palm drew Cheng Mo's attention back.

"Don't look, it's a dead man." Qin Chuhe grabbed Cheng Mo and strode forward.His back was straight, and his straight back seemed to be shining in the dark alleyway, making Cheng Mo unable to move his eyes away.

Just as they were about to walk near the hotel, a woman's shrill cry tore through the night.

"Help--"

Qin Chuhe stopped abruptly, pulled Cheng Mo down, and hid in the corridor of the nearby residential building.

The ones who appeared in this area at this point in time could only be the same as those women just now.Cheng Mo asked with his eyes: "What should I do? Do you want to help?"

Qin Chuhe shook his head slowly, made a silent gesture, and pressed Cheng Mo's head into his arms.

The tip of Cheng Mo's nose was lingering with the lingering mint smell of Qin Chuhe's body all year round. In the silence, he thought in a daze that Qin Chuhe, a person who restrained his distance from himself on weekdays, only in certain situations Only at an urgent moment will inadvertently reveal a trace of long-lost warmth.There are so many contradictions in him.

The scream came from a narrow alley next door.This area is densely populated, with alleys and low-rise residential buildings intertwined, and it is easy to get lost if you are not paying attention. Only those who are very familiar with this area can come and go here freely, and this place has naturally become an ideal for criminals. Heaven.The high crime rate has made Scotland Yard [Note 2] a headache for this area, and it is very rare to send more police to patrol here, but for the criminals who have already fallen into the carnival, these additional police are of no avail. Different from a drop in the bucket.

The sound of fists hitting the flesh came from not far away, and the woman's stern cry for help gradually turned into a weak whimper, and all the noises stopped abruptly after a sharp cracking sound, and the night returned to silence.At some point, those prostitutes who were huddled in the alley like sewer mice disappeared, and the scream was like a siren that suddenly sounded, making these women who had been dormant in the dark all year round scattered.

After a moment of silence, accompanied by a vague smell of blood, rustling noises came from an alley not far away.It was a creepy sound, like the blunt sound of a sharp knife cutting through flesh.The surroundings were quiet, Cheng Mo took a small breath, and his thoughts gradually drifted away with the strange noise not far away.There seemed to be a skinny black figure in front of him, holding a sharp knife gleaming with cold light, moving on a woman covered in blood.The sharp instrument was cut from the left abdomen to the right abdomen, blood splashed, and the organs and intestines swelled and gushed out along with the blood...

As if knowing what Cheng Mo was thinking, Qin Chuhe suddenly pressed the back of his head, and the dry and warm palm instantly drove away those inappropriate thoughts in Cheng Mo's mind.Cheng Mo pressed his face to Qin Chuhe's chest, and felt the blood rushing in the capillaries of his cochlea, and along with it, Qin Chuhe's steady heartbeat.

Intermittent singing came over with the cold wind after nightfall, and the assailant, whose appearance was unknown, seemed to have completed his masterpiece and was humming in a good mood.It was an out-of-tune note, and the melody fluctuated from high to low, which was particularly abrupt in the dead of night, but the perpetrator in the dark night laughed lowly without realizing it.

A poorly connected light bulb at the bottom of the building flickered for a few seconds, and finally lost to the aging of time. After a brief burst of light for a few seconds, it went out.

However, at that moment of brilliance, Cheng Mo suddenly caught a glimpse of the old street sign hanging in the alley.A few seconds before the alley returned to darkness, the image left on Cheng Mo's retina was the words "Hanbury Street"[Note 3] on the rusty road sign.

Whitechapel.Hampton Street.Prostitute|female.homicide.

A light suddenly appeared in Cheng Mo's mind, and he knew why he felt the place name Whitechapel so familiar.He tugged on Qin Chuhe's sleeve, wanting to tell him what he found——

A hand suddenly stretched out from the bottomless darkness behind him, and a strong force dragged him away from Qin Chuhe's embrace!

The author has something to say: [Note 1] Whitechapel.Located in East London.

[Note 2] Scotland Yard, another name for the London Police Department.

【Note 3】Hanbering Street.Located in East London, near Whitechapel.

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If it goes well, a new chapter will be added tonight, which can be regarded as a small Valentine's Day gift for everyone.Happy Valentine's Day to all the babies who have been following the text!Chirp!