On September 27, the Central News Agency received a letter. This letter was written in red ink and stamped with fingerprints. The letter began with DearBoss, and the content could basically be summarized as "I killed those prostitutes, and all this
It’s far from over.” The letter’s words were joking and its attitude was arrogant. The sender’s intention was very clear. I will continue to do this until the police arrest me.
And at the end of this letter, there appeared the signature that is of great significance in the entire history of human crime - Jack the Ripper!
At one o'clock in the morning on September 30, the body of Elizabeth Stead was discovered by a coachman. Unlike the previous victims, although the 44-year-old Swedish prostitute had her throat cut, she was not caesareaned and died.
Excessive blood loss from the left cervical artery.
Just as a large number of police rushed to the scene of the incident, at about 1:45 in the morning, the body of 46-year-old prostitute Kathleen Eddowes was found lying in the Bishop's Square. In addition to her throat being cut and her intestines thrown out,
In addition to her right breast, part of her uterus and kidneys were also taken away.
The shocking thing is that there was a patrolling police officer passing by here at half past one. He could swear to God that there was nothing unusual here at that time. In other words, in those short fifteen minutes,
The murderer completed this heinous murder neatly and cut up the body.
This night seemed destined to be a sleepless night. At three o'clock in the morning, a police officer searching for a suspicious suspect found some blood-stained clothing near Goston Street (later identified as being worn by Kathleen Eddowes).
Part of an apron). On the high wall near where the clothes fell, a line of chalk written by the suspected murderer was found: "The Jews are not a nation willing to be resented!"
Inspector General Thomas Arnold immediately ordered the words to be erased after arriving at the scene, because he was worried that the graffiti would be seen by passers-by after dawn and arouse anti-Semitic sentiments.
Mr. Cat’s evaluation of this guy afterwards was: “He could have killed him with a piece of tofu or hanged himself with a few fans! This is the only evidence that can be used to compare the handwriting on the murderer’s letter!”
On October 1, the next day, the Central News Agency received another postcard, the content of which was also written in red ink. The letter writer called himself "Naughty Jack" and mentioned that he planned to "do two more jobs the next day."
"Things". According to the date when this postcard was sent, the "two things" he mentioned were undoubtedly the murders in the early morning of September 30.
On October 15, a letter sent to the Whitechapel Vigilance Committee once again attracted everyone's attention. The letter contained half a kidney and was written in black ink. The writer claimed to be "from hell" and said that the kidney was taken from "
"A certain woman" (that is, Kathleen Eddos, whose organs were removed) also claimed that the other half had been fried and eaten by him. Unlike the previous two letters, this letter did not have any signature.
At this point, the city of London has completely exploded, and Jack the Ripper's name has become synonymous with bloodthirsty killers. He was the first killer to create a frenzy of global media reporting on murders. In this era of booming newspaper industry
In the past few years, for some tabloids, the emergence of Brother Jack has been as important as the stamp duty reform. At least the circulation volume does not lie...
Never before has a killer been so famous. People don't even know whether he is a man or a woman, old or young, human or ghost... They only know that a terrifying legend has been born, and everyone is a witness.
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Facts have also proved that in the years to come, Jack's shadow will shroud almost all serial killers, because he taught the whole world a lesson. If there is "textbook acting" in the world, then he is here
"Textbook serial murder" was taught on the European stage at the end of the 19th century.
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On October 22, the thick fog still persisted, but the rain stopped.
A man in a black trench coat came to Master Mao's office and knocked on the door.
"Please come in." Mr. Cat's voice sounded listless.
The man who walked in was very strange. He was a very handsome young man. Yes, it means "beautiful". According to our Chinese terminology, it may be better to understand - he was born with a pretty face.
"Please allow me to introduce myself. My name is Monte Douglas. I am..."
"He is a young and wealthy man." Master Mao continued directly following his words without looking at him at all.
Douglas felt a little strange: "Sir...we have met before?"
Mr. Cat was too lazy to answer his question, and said to himself: "I am Logan, a detective, and he is my assistant Mr. Atkinson. You can leave your case to him with full authority. I think you will get it soon."
A satisfactory result.”
Wang Xu on the side yawned and looked very impatient: "Tell me quickly, Brother Douglas, what do you need help with?"
Douglas really didn't expect that there would be such an open business, and his attitude would be such his own way, but after thinking about it for a while, he still said: "Well... that's it, I hope to investigate the identity of a certain lady, she is one of mine
My friend, although I think this kind of secret investigation is a bit impolite, but as you said, I come from a noble family, and if I make friends carelessly, it may bring about unexpected bad consequences..."
Mr. Cat still didn't look this way, but his attitude was as rough as before: "Okay, let's stop your nonsense. The person in front of you is a detective, not those bad old men in the church who can only memorize the Bible. Let me
Guess the truth... You have fallen in love with a girl from a certain family, but it is just a casual relationship or a casual acquaintance, or even worse, your pursuit is ruthlessly rejected by her. In short, you are on the road to love.
After a big setback, I wanted to know the other party better and look for any other breakthroughs. According to our Chinese saying, this is called knowing yourself and the enemy and you will never be in danger.
Then you came here with a hot head. Of course, people in love have no rational mind. Then, you want to make up some nonsense and ask us to go out and take care of things for you.
right?"
Douglas's expression instantly became frightened and angry: "You... how on earth did you know? Who are you? Who sent you to spy on me?"
Wang Xu picked up a cup of tea: "Calm down...young man...be calm..." As he said this, he drank the tea himself.
Mr. Cat continued: "You don't have to put on that expression. I rely on reasoning. The people who eat the detective's rice bowl are much more powerful than you think. In short, don't play any tricks in front of us.
If you are asked to tell the truth, Mr. Atkinson will do it even if you do something outrageous."
"I...I..." Douglas was speechless for a moment.
Wang Xu sighed: "Hey... he is in trouble because of a certain case, so he is quite irritable. You'd better not offend him. If you have something to say, tell me, but tell the truth, otherwise that guy will take advantage of it again."
Looking for trouble to vent."
Although Douglas was a little angry, he felt that the abilities of the two guys in front of him were absolutely worthy of recognition. For the sake of the woman he loved, he had to endure it: "Well, the thing is like this... about half a month ago,
I was a guest at the home of Mrs. Edith Baxter, who was my wet nurse and a good friend of my mother. She was like an aunt to me. I was doing some errands near Paddington Station that day. Her home was not far away.
It was very close, so I stopped by to visit her.
Her husband died young and her daughter is ten years old this year, but she lives a relatively prosperous life. Every time I go to visit them, I feel very relieved to see that Mrs. Baxter and little Sally are still healthy.
But that time, I met another person. She was little Sally’s governess, and she stayed at Mrs. Baxter’s house. I remember that when I visited them in early July, I had never seen such a beautiful teacher.
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She was so beautiful. I thought such a beauty would only appear in dreams, but that day she appeared in front of me so vividly. Her sweet voice and graceful figure could conquer anyone.
Man! I think her suitors could line up all the way to Northern Ireland!"
Wang Xuxu stared blankly, as if Douglas's sensational speech was meaningless. He took out the paper and pen from the drawer and threw them on the table. He didn't even put down the tea cup with his other hand: "Okay, you can keep these words to yourself."
Take your time and enjoy it. I only need your name and address. After writing them down, I will help you check her out. I can help you check out brands from cosmetics to toilet paper, and list everything from your views on mate selection to allergies.
Documents."
At this moment, Douglas not only did not think that Wang Xu's words were vulgar, he actually thought that being able to say such explicit words was a sign of reliability! He picked up his pen and wrote down a series of addresses, and finally said it with a very pious expression.
In another blank space, the name of a young beauty was written.
Master Cat finally glanced here from the corner of his eye, and then the corners of his mouth almost cracked to the base of his ears...
Wang Xu's eyes almost popped out of his head when he saw the piece of paper being placed in front of him. He spit all the tea into Brother Douglas's face and choked himself half to death.
