The city of London in the United Kingdom 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.
And 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 here at any time.
At night, 19:26, most outsiders will be warned by their host to avoid wandering on the streets of London after midnight, especially girls.
Because you never know, who pops up 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, 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, and even in the British capital, he is dressed the same as before.
It's also more natural. Performing the mission with him is Alijie, a freshman who also comes from a French aristocratic family.
Lancelot knew that she was definitely interested in Li Longyuan. Because during the mission, she had asked herself about Li Longyuan 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 code-named
"Jack the Ripper" hybrid. It was the name given to the murderer who brutally murdered at least five prostitutes in the Whitechapel area of East London between August 7 and 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 difficult 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 because of its cruel means, bad impact, and the inability 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 burst out again and became more and more intense.
Just fifteen days ago, the first murder occurred in the back 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.
This cruel method of committing the crime alone is not enough to explain the identity of the murderer. The police immediately retrieved surveillance video from the streets near the crime scene, but other than the appearance of the victim, no trace of the suspect was found.
This made all the police officers feel helpless. But then, the investigating Metropolitan Police Department received the first letter, which was all written in red ink and signed Jack the Ripper.
The letter jokingly stated 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 international conflicts, the police did not fully disclose the specific content of the letter. They only said that it was a follow-up letter.
"Jack the Ripper" fanatical psychopath committed the crime. The police immediately collected 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 mature enough 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 had no possibility of committing a crime, and it was very likely that he was excluded from committing the crime.
The possibility of a "Jack the Ripper" accomplice. But just as 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 own residence 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 collection of surveillance fingerprints and other work 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 people from the police department rushed to the scene of the crime in time before they received the news of the crime report, because they received a second letter written in red ink and stamped.
In the letter, the writer called himself saucyJacky and mentioned that he would do something in two days.
This undoubtedly puts everyone in the police department at risk and increases the intensity of night patrols. They took advantage of the opportunity to take fingerprints from the envelope again, but they found another owner of a tailor shop. Neighbors said that he was honest and peaceful, and he also had an alibi when the crime occurred.
But due to repeated visits from the police and the neighbors' suspicions, this always gentle tailor shop owner suffered from moderate depression.
The media's 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 someone like Sherlock Holmes to come out of the book and help the police catch the arrogant Sherlock Holmes.
"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, the homeless man Gezier, who was somewhat bald and had a gray-brown shaggy beard, began to speak 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." Although Gergill was a As he 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 said calmly.
Gejir's face was stiff, but he still nodded.
"I heard from a friend I was hanging out with that her husband was on a business trip out of town recently, so I wanted to go for a walk with her..." The homeless man deliberately concealed the facts before revealing that he didn't stumble upon the woman's death by accident, but Stalk him from the beginning.
"Then what?" The young female police officer's eyes showed contempt and disdain, but she continued to ask due to work reasons and pressure to solve 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." Gegeer sat in his seat and narrated slowly, 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 been disemboweled, Hand Jack may not be immune to a tease from a 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." Gergil finally told the story. In the center of the scene, the policemen responsible for questioning and recording couldn’t help but shine.
"You mean, he is tall? Have you seen his appearance clearly?" asked a young male police officer.
"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 remembered.
"Where are you dressed? Did you see clearly?" Another police officer asked. This is already a very useful clue.
"Well, he is wearing a heavy black long trench coat and a bowler hat. He looks like a gentleman." When he said this, Gejir couldn't help showing an envious look.
If he was also a rich and handsome gentleman, would he still be like now and unable to find a woman?
"What happened next?" The male police officer took notes and continued to ask.
"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. It seemed that the conversation was very pleasant." Gergil's words began to make the police officers confused.
Did "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, I heard Mrs. Wells' scream that suddenly stopped." Gergil swallowed 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 slovenly 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."
"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 13 centimeters on the chest of the deceased, and the kidneys were also damaged. People cut it off and take it away.
It’s been a long time since there have been criminals with such brutal methods and such bad influence.
"Today's investigation will end 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." The male police officer stood up and winked at the female police officer beside him. , the two quickly took the transcript and left the interrogation room.
"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. The man in the painting was wearing a long black windbreaker, a scarf, and He wears a bowler hat, his head is slightly lowered, his face is not painted, and he is tall.
"Based on the current situation 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 concluded at 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 Gejir 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 I clicked on the sketched man's face and suddenly added a few strokes, turning 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 he 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 enforcement." The young and handsome male police officer looked out the window with deep eyes.
Sometimes, instead of waiting passively, it is better to take the initiative.
