This city is a world-famous financial center, accounting for more than 40% of the world's foreign exchange transactions. In layman's terms, a large number of countries' currencies are circulated and exchanged here.
Money is often a dangerous factor that induces crime.
The sky here is mostly gray and the visibility is very low. This is due to its special geographical environment that brings sea fog and land fog. In addition to the origin of the Industrial Revolution and the habit of Londoners using fireplaces, smoke and fog are mixed together.
, forming this special landscape.
This is why local gentlemen like to carry a black umbrella when traveling. It can rain at any time here.
night,19:26
Most outsiders, especially girls, will be warned by their hosts not to wander around the streets of London after late at night.
Because you never know whether the person who pops out at the corner of a narrow street is an elegant gentleman holding a cane, wearing a black tuxedo and a tall round hat, or a drunken drunkard or a gambler.
"Rumble! Rumble..."
A sound like a small thunder echoed in the closed space, and the clear golden front lights illuminated the dark tunnel and appeared in people's sight.
The streamlined and slender train slowly stopped at the platform. A beautiful girl with smooth blond hair boarded the train and sat on the empty seat within sight.
The young man with short blond hair, wearing a brown leather jacket, a pure white turtleneck sweater and light black jeans, was sitting not far from the girl, reading a short newspaper.
They are completely different from the British gentlemen in black suits.
If Li Yongyuan were here, he would definitely recognize that this young man was Lancelot, who originally competed for the president of the Lion Heart Society.
When Caesar, Chu Zihang and Li Longyuan were all injured, he was temporarily transferred by Schneider to participate in an execution department task.
The romance of the French is engraved in their bones. Even in the British capital, he is dressed the same as before.
This is also more natural.
Joining him on the mission was Elize, a freshman who also came from a French aristocratic family.
Lancelot knew that she was definitely interested in Li Yongyuan. During the mission, she had asked herself about Li Yongyuan more than once.
When he learned that his relationship with him was not deep, his eyes revealed unconcealable disappointment.
As for their mission this time, they are to capture a hybrid codenamed "Jack the Ripper".
It was the name given to the murderer who brutally murdered at least five prostitutes in Whitechapel, East London, from August 7 to November 9, 1888.
During the crime, the murderer repeatedly wrote letters to relevant units to provoke him, but he was never brought to justice.
Due to the lack of evidence, the police have always been unable to find the real murderer. After some detectives' logical reasoning, there are different opinions on the identity of the murderer they deduced.
At that time, this incident was widely exaggerated and reported by the media due to the cruelty of the methods, the bad impact, and the powerlessness of the police. It eventually became a horror story in Europe.
Now, after a hundred years, this code name has reappeared in people's sight, and the anger or fear that had been hidden and suppressed in people's hearts has once again exploded, intensifying.
Just fifteen days ago, the first murder occurred in the rear fence of a rental apartment.
When she was found, Marie, a 29-year-old French girl who worked as a French teacher in a public school, was completely naked, with the flesh on her face and abdomen dug out. Her death was so miserable that it was impossible to look directly at her.
Just relying on this cruel method of committing the crime is not enough to explain the identity of the murderer.
The police immediately retrieved surveillance videos from the streets near the crime scene, but apart from seeing the victim appear, they found no trace of the suspect at all. This made all the police feel helpless.
But then, the investigating Metropolitan Police received the first letter, which was all written in red ink and signed Jack the Ripper.
The letter stated in a joking manner that he was the murderer of the French woman, and claimed that he would continue to kill more French women before being arrested.
For fear of causing conflicts in international relations, the police did not fully disclose the specific content of the letter. They only said that a fanatical psychopath imitating "Jack the Ripper" committed the crime.
The police immediately collected the fingerprints on the envelope and found the suspect based on comparison with the information database.
After all, this is not the last era, and there is no sufficiently mature fingerprint matching technology.
But soon, the police officers' excitement turned into despair.
The suspect arrested was just a small bar owner. He was sitting in a bar in London's West End from 19:00 to 23:00 during the entire time when the crime occurred. The man didn't even know when he came across the letter.
After a series of visits and investigations by the police, it was indeed found that what he said was true. No matter in terms of time, means, or motive for committing the crime, this guy has no possibility of committing a crime, and it is very likely that he has been ruled out as "Jack the Ripper."
possibility of accomplices.
But just when the police were running out of clues, the second murder occurred.
It happened that when they dispatched police officers to vigorously visit and investigate the bar owner, in an apartment not far from the police station, Marie, a French girl who came to study here, was found dead in her apartment by her landlord, with blood flowing all over the floor.
Her death was equally miserable. The landlady, who was in her fifties, just opened the door and took a look, then screamed loudly and fainted.
The same modus operandi, the same work of collecting surveillance fingerprints, etc. could not find the key information to solve the case. This person seemed to appear and disappear out of thin air, like an evil ghost.
The most ironic thing is that the police officers rushed to the scene of the crime in time before anyone reported the crime, because they received a second letter written in red ink and stamped.
In the letter, the writer called himself saucy Jacky (naughty Jack) and mentioned that he would do something in two days.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! This undoubtedly made everyone in the police department feel in danger, and they increased the intensity of night patrols. They also took advantage of the gap to extract fingerprints from the envelopes again, and they could find more
He was the owner of another tailor shop. Neighbors said he was honest and peaceful, and he had an alibi when the crime occurred.
However, due to repeated visits from the police and the neighbors' suspicions, this always gentle tailor shop owner suffered from moderate depression.
The media reports and accusations shifted away from this poor man and began to criticize the incompetence of the people in the police department.
A well-known reporter wrote that they now urgently need a person like Sherlock Holmes to come out of the book and help the police catch the arrogant "Jack the Ripper"
In this tense atmosphere deliberately exaggerated by criminals, the third murder occurred under heavy supervision.
The deceased was a 31-year-old French woman who came to England with her husband to open a financial company. She died at the entrance of a narrow alley in the East District. Her clothes were torn open, and naked flesh and blood could be seen in many wounds.
The murderer handed over the postcard as usual, not shying away from writing the time of his next attack.
The only thing that cheered the police up was that this time they found witnesses.
Unfortunately, the witness was a middle-aged homeless man who drank too much and wandered around with a bottle of wine.
In the interrogation room of the police station, a homeless man with a bald head and a gray-brown shaggy beard, Gergil, started speaking vaguely and his eyes were evasive.
Some plots also avoid the important and trivial and cannot bring substantial progress to the police at all.
It was only after repeated interrogations and subtle intimidation and inducements from the police that Gergil agreed to tell the truth.
"That night, I drank a little too much. I was a little drunk and a little excited."
The homeless man wearing silver handcuffs finally began to talk seriously about the incident.
"At that time, I saw a plump and graceful woman wearing a black skirt, carrying a handbag, walking alone in the alley. I recognized her, Mrs. Wells, who had recently rented a nearby apartment."
Even though Gergil recounted word for word, the police officer responsible for recording could feel the excitement hidden in his calm words.
"So you followed her secretly."
A blond female police officer raised her head and looked at the man opposite and spoke calmly.
Gejir's face was stiff, but he still nodded.
"I heard from a friend I was hanging out with that her husband recently went on a business trip, so I wanted to take a walk with her..."
The tramp revealed that he had deliberately concealed the fact that he did not stumble upon the woman's death by accident, but had secretly followed him from the beginning.
"Then what?"
The young female police officer's eyes showed contempt and disdain, but she continued to ask questions due to work reasons and the pressure of solving the case.
"I followed her all the way to a small alleyway on Stephen Road in the East District. It was already dark and there was very little surveillance."
Gejir sat in his seat and slowly narrated, showing the emotion of recollection.
"At that time, Mrs. Wells walked to the corner of the street and seemed to receive a phone call. She stayed there for a long time. I was watching from a distance and took the opportunity to walk forward."
It seems that if Mrs. Wells had not encountered Jack the Ripper, she might not have been able to avoid being teased by the gangster.
"Just when I was about to take action, a tall man in black walked out from the corner and stopped my movement. I had no choice but to hide behind a lamppost and a trash can not far away."
When Gergil finally got to the central part of the story, the policemen responsible for interrogating and recording couldn't help but light up.
"You mean, he is tall? Have you seen his appearance clearly?"
a young male police officer asked.
"Yes, about 1.9 meters tall. It was too dark at the time. He was hiding in the shadows of the corner where the light couldn't reach, so he couldn't see his face clearly."
Gergil had tried his best to recall all the details he could remember.
"Where are you dressing up? Did you see clearly?"
Another police officer asked, which was already a very useful clue.
"Well, he is wearing a thick black long trench coat and a bowler hat. He looks like a gentleman."
When he said these words, Gergil couldn't help but look envious. If he was also a rich and handsome gentleman, would he be like now and unable to find a woman?
"and after?"
The male police officer took notes and continued questioning.
"Later, Mrs. Wells and the man talked for a while at the corner, but because I was not close enough, I couldn't hear the content of their conversation clearly. I only heard Mrs. Wells' sweet smile like a silver bell during the period.
The conversation seemed to be very pleasant."
Gergil's words began to make the police officers confused. Does "Jack the Ripper" like to talk to his victims before committing crimes?
"Finally, I seemed to hear the man leaning over and saying that he wanted to borrow a fire to light a cigarette. Mrs. Wells actually took out a windproof silver-cap lighter from her handbag. The flames flashed away, and then,
Then I heard Mrs. Wells' scream that ended abruptly."
Gejir swallowed his saliva and said with some fear.
"What happened? What did you see last?"
"I saw something coming out of Mrs. Wells' back and penetrating her entire body."
The sloppy homeless man stuttered more and more as he spoke, as if recalling the horrific and bloody scene made him sick.
"Then I looked away and completely hid in the trash can. I didn't dare to climb out of the trash can until the footsteps gradually faded away and the surroundings were silent."
Gergill said.
"After I came out, I saw Mrs. Wells lying in a pool of blood, as if her organs had been taken out. Then I called the police."
"Ugh~"
The beautiful policewoman who had undergone the autopsy couldn't help but retched when she recalled the previous scene. The homeless man was indeed right. There was indeed a penetrating wound with a diameter of thirteen centimeters on the chest of the deceased, and the kidneys were also cut out and removed.
Walk.
It has been a long time since there have been criminals with such cruel methods and such bad influence.
"Today's investigation will stop here first. We can contact you anytime if necessary, Mr. Gergil. Of course, you also need to do a fingerprint match to completely eliminate the suspicion."
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! The male police officer stood up, winked at the female police officer beside him, and the two quickly left the interrogation room with the transcript.
"Looking at it this way, this is the preliminary information we have about Jack the Ripper."
A young woman wearing a female police officer's uniform held a sketch of a man wearing a long black trench coat, a scarf, and a bowler hat, with his head slightly lowered. The specific face was not drawn, and he was tall.
"Based on the current analysis of the victims, most of them are young women, living alone, with stable and prosperous lives, and they are all from France."
The male police officer summarized on the side. This is not at all similar to the style of Jack the Ripper in 1888 who specifically targeted prostitutes in poor areas.
"I feel like we overlooked a detail."
The girl held a charcoal drawing pencil in her right hand, lowered her chin and pondered for a while before saying.
"What?" The male police officer stood in the corridor, his eyes serious.
"The woman's scream came after the lighter was lit and the flames flashed. And Geer kept saying that the man was hiding in a dark corner, and he did not see the man's face clearly."
The beautiful female police officer stretched out her pen and clicked on the sketch of the man's face. She suddenly added a few strokes and turned it into a monster.
"She must have seen something extremely terrifying at this time."
The male police officer also came to his senses after being prompted.
"Is it because he looks ugly, or are there some blue-black scales on his face? Lancelot."
the girl asked.
They are the two students from Kassel College who were arranged to go to the police department for follow-up investigation through their connections.
"It seems that we need to conduct a fishing law enforcement."
The young and handsome male police officer looked out the window with penetrating eyes.
Sometimes, instead of waiting passively, it is better to take the initiative.