In the apartment, the conversation continued.
Sigurd didn't make a sound from the beginning to the end, and he kept avoiding Lu Li's eyes.
In Duke's view, these actions represent acquiescence. The murders that occurred on three consecutive nights were completed by three villains.
Whether organized crimes are committed or imitated one after another, this has become the most important thing to understand at present.
Unfortunately, Lu Li was not in a hurry to figure this out, because he knew that as long as the suspect didn't speak, there would be no progress.
"Sir, I have always believed that there is no such thing as hatred without reason. What on earth caused you to set your sights on those wandering warblers with original sin?"
"So, it's full circle."
In fact, this was the first time in Lu Li's life that he had tried to break through someone else's inner defenses. Although he was confident, he still did not dare to take it lightly. After all, the person sitting across from him was a psychopath.
"What did your mother do to make you hate those warblers that have given birth so much that you not only want to kill people, but also destroy the bodies twice..."
"Shut up!"
At this moment, hearing someone talk about that woman again, Sigurd roared loudly, the veins on his neck burst out, and the blood that had finally been stopped began to flow out again.
"I said last night that I kill people because I like killing people, and it has nothing to do with her!"
At this time, the door was pushed open, and Mr. Lasker walked to Lu Li's side, whispered a few words, and after receiving approval, handed an exquisite letter to Sigurd.
"Be quiet. The old lady who lives next door came here just now. This evening, a letter with the wrong address was sent to her house, and the recipient was you."
Unfortunately, Sigurd had already lost his mind. He put his head in his hands, as if doing so could block everything from the outside world. George, who was standing aside, felt that if this guy had a knife in his hand, he would most likely kill himself.
Thinking of this, he whispered: "It comes from the other side of the ocean. It is an invitation letter. I think it should be very important to you."
As soon as the words were spoken, the letter was taken away.
Sigur stared at the original letter that had been read by others and whispered: "Why did it have to be delivered so late..."
The face gradually collapsed.
Previously, Lu Li thought that this man would only vent his pain and resentment like a wild beast. Until now, tears overflowed from his eyes. He tried to stand up, but was unable to stand. Ji sat on the ground, his back shaking violently.
According to Mr. Lasker, this is a wedding invitation. A painter named Whistler is about to marry Ms. Godwin. He hopes that Sickert can arrive in San Francisco before the 25th of this month.
"Why didn't you send it earlier! What nonsense are you talking about! What are you talking about... fake... nonsense..."
Sigurd murmured like he was dreaming.
Wedding invitations, single men, murders.
The three together make a vulgar but true story.
At this point, the causal chain is complete.
Lu Li didn't need to figure out what the mother did to Sickert, but she did destroy this young painter.
For the next period of time, no one bothered him.
And ten minutes later.
"Sir, now that things have come to this, I hope you can keep your promise and give me some dignity."
Perhaps to untie his knot, or perhaps for other reasons, Sigurd finally expressed his willingness to plead guilty and cooperate.
Hearing this, Lu Li turned his head to look at Mr. Lasker who was returning. He nodded and replied solemnly: "If you explain everything, I can entrust a friend to take you to a closed court. , and even applied for a secret execution.”
"Last night at about seven o'clock, I killed Mary Kelly in the next bedroom. She came to my place once as a model last year."
"Because of this, Mary had no defense when she did it, and of course, she didn't suffer much pain..."
Lu Li sat silently, listening carefully to Sigurd's description of the crime process and the key evidence that had not yet been destroyed.
——A few strands of hair left as souvenirs
——The copper ring bought by the deceased when he was engaged to his ex-husband
——Marks on the floor
—Two portraits of the deceased
——Tools of crime: ropes, knives, carriages that have not been cleaned yet
As for whether these things really exist, Duke has verified them all along the way. The evidence is so ironclad that even if he goes to court, the legal team can't find a chance to defend him not guilty.
Therefore, Lu Li breathed a sigh of relief and took the initiative to ask: "Then, Mr. Sigurd, why can you mislead us."
"Have you been to the scene where Martha was killed, or are you in contact with other murderers?"
Although there are descriptions of the corpse place in newspapers, most of them are based on rumors, and the other small part is also half-truth and half-false information.
After all, Scotland Yard has never released survey records to all walks of life. No matter how imaginative Sickert is as a painter, he cannot imitate them to this extent.
"On the morning of the incident, I happened to be walking past the corpse burial ground and was attracted by the crowd of people watching. While watching outside the cordon, I met another police officer named Charles. Out of curiosity, I asked him to go into the scene to watch. Request to see.”
Hearing this answer, Lu Li was not surprised. Considering that the painter was a socialite, it was estimated that there were some idiots in Scotland Yard who would agree.
Officer Charles, his name was given, this confession should be basically true, so Lu Li asked: "What about the two murders tonight? You must know the murderer, please tell me."
Last night, Sigurd sent a provocative letter claiming that he would kill two more people tonight, but he could not fulfill his promise while staying at home.
Strangely, however, two of the victims did die before 7 p.m.
Not far away, George Lasker was leaning against the wall pretending to be relaxed, but the tense corners of his brows and lips, as well as the behavior of touching the handle of the gun, showed that he was not at peace in his heart.
"Albert Victor."
"who?"
"His Royal Highness Prince Albert Victor of Wales."
Sigur spoke firmly and stated the titles of the conspirators. There was only one Prince of Wales in the world, so there would never be a slip of the tongue.
"Are you sure he's from the royal family?"
The stakes were so high that Mr. Lasker couldn't be cautious, so he decided to ask again.
"Yes, there are letters exchanged between him and me in the bedroom drawer. Through these things, you can completely lift the fig leaf of the royal family."
In exchange for a dignified death, Sigurd can now say everything he knows.
As for Duke and Lu Li, they were just passers-by and had no need to worry about the majesty of the royal family.
Because of this, Lu Li was stunned for a moment and asked directly: "Last question, I want to know when you committed the crime. Did you plan it for a long time or did it happen on the spur of the moment?"
