"At around 4 a.m. today, the police found the body of a woman in the stocking area behind Whitechapel in the East District. Her identity could be identified as Ms. Mary Ann Nicholas, 43 years old at the time. The deceased had been extremely brutally beaten before her death.
, the body was severely damaged. This is the second vicious murder and mutilation case in London in August, and it also occurred near Whitechapel. The police department has attracted attention. According to this newspaper, the famous detective Esther of Scotland Yard
Mr. Ernie Morton has intervened in the investigation. I believe that with such a well-trained and experienced police chief in charge, the case will be solved soon..."
Wang Xu finished reading this paragraph in the newspaper and looked up at Mr. Mao who was drinking coffee: "That's all there is in the Daily Telegraph. The rest is all nonsense praising the police chief."
Mr. Cat sighed: "Actually, what you just read is basically nonsense. Hey... the media, after so many years, except for the improvement in the level of gossip, other aspects have not changed at all. Look, "The Standard"
" said it was a political murder, and the Times even mentioned the immigration issue... Even one of those reporters could have an insight into how sensational this case would become in the next three months.
, you can definitely be directly promoted to be the editor-in-chief!"
Wang Xu threw away the newspaper and started to eat his dinner: "Then you can tell me how this matter will cause a sensation?"
Master Mao smiled and said: "Isn't this obvious? I've told you, this is the first serial killer in modern times! He created a new era in the field of crime! He doesn't kill for money, let alone love, he
Killing just for a concept that is right for him, ignoring all laws and moral standards, maybe just to pursue excitement, maybe to vent some kind of morbid hatred, the deceased were strangers to him, but they had to die.
!
In our time, all serial killers can be said to be imitators of him. To give a recent example, the famous New Orleans Ax Murderer appeared in 1918, a full thirty years later!
Not only did he kill people, but he also wrote provocative letters to the police, cut off the organs of the deceased, ate some, and sent some to the police. Do you think Hannibal in "Silence of the Lambs" is very powerful? This man is really powerful.
, because he was not caught or even found out until the end!"
Wang Xu sneered: "I think you admire him quite a bit, so what is the title of this perverted murderer?"
Master Cat leaned back in his chair: "After talking so much, you still don't know that he is Jack the Ripper!"
"Pfft..." Wang Xu happened to take a sip of tea, but he immediately spat out: "So you are his die-hard fan... No wonder your title is Ripper."
"That's not the origin of my title... It's because the first guy I killed as a ghost hunter, I dug out the internal organs one by one and slowly died..."
Wang Xu interrupted: "Okay...whatever, what are your plans now to arrest this guy personally?"
Mr. Cat said: "Hmph... That's natural. He is the best prey... However, it will take at least more than two months to catch him."
"Why is this?"
Mr. Cat replied matter-of-factly: "I have to wait until he kills all the people who deserve to be killed. Let me think about it... He wanted to kill someone on September 8th in Hanburning Street, and laid out a corpse on September 30th."
At the Bishop’s Square; November 9th…”
Wang Xu swallowed a mouthful of food: "Oh shit! You are really perverted! You know the specific time and place of every murder, but you are not prepared to stop it?!"
Mr. Cat sighed deeply, and cast his rather pitiful eyes on Wang Xu again: "You don't know how to use your own brain to think? We are people in the future. If we change history, what will happen?
What’s the result?”
Wang Xu suddenly realized: "Oh! Butterfly effect!" After saying this, he immediately changed his words and said: "Eh? That's not right. According to this theory, every thing we do now, every breath of air we take, may have an impact on the future.
Impact, wouldn’t it have already rewritten history?”
Mr. Cat shook his head: "Obviously, your guess is wrong." He poured some more coffee from the pot and continued: "The time and space we live in must have some kind of self-protection mechanism, and its endurance is far greater than yours.
Be stronger in your imagination.
What we did at this point in time in 1888 will indeed have an impact on the future. The butterfly effect is also likely to change some historical details, but the continuity of time and space and the general direction will not change.
The power of fate will gradually correct everything to the right track. The two of us will spend the rest of our lives mediocrely and eventually turn into dust in history and will not be remembered by anyone. Then, the world will be harmonious...
But if we do something earth-shattering, that would be serious. For example, if you write a novel and it is published, it becomes very popular and leaves a mark in the history of European literature. Or, for example, now you
So I went out to find a ship, set sail for France, and threw Van Gogh in a mental hospital before his friends went insane and cut off his ears..."
Wang Xu understood, and he continued what Mr. Cat said: "In other words, if we intervene and change well-known historical events, such as ending Jack the Ripper's serial murder case... its far-reaching impact on history may be
The endurance beyond time and space, beyond the scope of correction, will eventually lead to the complete collapse of our original world, and we... will cease to exist."
Mr. Cat nodded and said: "This is the worst case scenario. Of course, the probability of this outcome happening is very small, because time and space will not allow us to succeed at all. For example, if you want to kill Edison in the United States now, it is very likely that you will
As long as you have this idea, there will be many dangers in front of you for no reason, the ship encounters a storm at sea, the train derails, you are hit by a car while walking on the road... If these can't stop you, things like Nine Heavens Mysterious Thunder will not stop you.
It’s not impossible to chop it down…”
Wang Xu laughed twice: "Ha...haha...what...Jack, right? He can do whatever he wants. I just think these things happened a hundred years ago..."
Mr. Cat rang the bell at this time, and soon there were footsteps on the stairs. Then, a foreign aunt knocked on the door twice and walked into the house: "Mr. Logan? Did you call me?"
"Oh, yes, Mrs. Hudson, could you please make me another pot of coffee? The coffee you brew tastes really good." Mr. Cat said with a smile.
"Of course, sir, it's an honor for you to like it." Mrs. Hodson responded and left the room.
When her footsteps came downstairs, Wang Xu said: "I said, I'm still very surprised... We two have no money and no documents, and we have conspicuous Oriental faces. How did you do that?"
You paid for the house and bought this British outfit?"
Master Cat said: "Do you remember that when you were having breakfast in that shabby restaurant, I was gone for half an hour?"
Wang Xu nodded, and Mr. Cat looked pleased, and continued: "It's on the east side of the old city. It's very easy to make money. I only spent five minutes using my spiritual sense to search and judge that it's on the east side of London Bridge.
Behind the pier on the north bank of the river, we found an opium den with a rather resounding name: 'Golden Tavern'.
A large group of social scum lie together and smoke. Even if I have an Oriental face, I can't arouse the interest of those smokers at all. The owner of the opium shop is an Indian Asan. In addition to opening a shop, he will occasionally team up with his subordinates.
It is normal to seize a few customers, beat them up in a back alley, loot them, and if necessary, kill a few homeless people..."
Wang Xu understood enough when he heard this: "You are trying to take advantage of others..."
Mr. Cat thought for two seconds and replied nonchalantly: "You can understand it this way. In short, this guy is richer than I thought. At least, in this city where you can make do with living on twelve shillings a day.
He can never be considered poor."
"No wonder I see you don't forget to leave a tip when you buy clothes and pay the rent...it turns out that money comes easily."
Master Mao snorted coldly: "Tch... That's plausibly said. In fact, you have absolutely no concept of the unit and value of currency in this era. Forget it... I'm too lazy to explain to you..."
Wang Xu finished cleaning the food on the plate: "Well... I won't talk to you about this anymore. By the way, what should we do in the future? After you have had enough fun with that ripper, will we still stay in this era until the end of time?
Isn’t it possible to live an ordinary life of being completely black and white?”
Master Mao seemed confident: "Don't worry about this. There must be a way to go back, but I have nothing to reveal to you at this stage... We have other things to do in the next two months."
Wang Xu complained: "What are you doing? You want to wipe out the London government? You might be struck by lightning for such a big move..."
"Of course not. In the following time, I will find a way to join the Jack the Ripper case investigation with a legal identity and finally crack the truth of the entire incident."
"Damn it! You even know when he kills people. When the time comes, you can just follow him with your spiritual sense and everything will be solved."
Mr. Cat shook his head: "That's not okay... I must respect my opponent. Because I am a detective, and Jack is the king of criminals. Using the ghost hunter's method to opportunize is an insult to this contest! I want to use my own method.
Use detective methods to deal with him!"
Wang Xu lay down on the sofa: "Ha! According to what you mean, why not write a letter and send it to Scotland Yard to recommend yourself."
"Only you can do this kind of thing. You are very naive and a bit mean."
"You are not qualified to comment on other people's character..."
Mr. Cat walked to the window and stared at the foggy city: "It won't be long before the police come to ask me to help them..."
