"Two gentlemen, who are you?"
"Scotland Yard Special Advisor Lu Li, this is the plainclothes officer in charge of security."
As he spoke, Lu Li nodded to the old man as a greeting and continued to talk random nonsense: "Please inform Aaron Kosminsky that he is involved in a murder case. Therefore, we need to He conducts the necessary inquiries.”
"Oh...what?!"
The old lady was very alert. When she heard that the two men were from Scotland Yard, she set her sights on the Winchester in the driver's hands.
However, when she heard the second half of Lu Li's words, she subconsciously retorted: "How is that possible? Aaron is too sick to get out of bed. How can he have the strength to do bad things?"
"Madam, you are not a judge, let alone the Prime Minister."
It was obvious that the coachman had inherited his father's temperament and had no intention of arguing with the old woman. He barged in with a gun in his hand and shouted: "Stay back a little, be careful of misfire..."
"Oh well."
Raise your hand, turn around and lead the way.
The whole process was smooth and smooth, worthy of a refugee who had experienced war.
Efficient and simple.
Lu Li was speechless for a while when he could solve things with his hands without any more nonsense.
"Lance, put your gun away first, otherwise there will be trouble if there is a misunderstanding."
At this time, the official identity is much more useful than the name of the Citizen Self-Defense Force. Generally speaking, as long as you report your identity, ordinary citizens will cooperate. There is no need to be so barbaric.
Hearing this, the coachman named Lance sighed helplessly and put the shotgun into his double-breasted coat: "Okay, it's up to you."
After walking into the living room, the old woman guided the two of them to sit down. At the same time, she looked at Lu Li and said, "What are you two officers drinking?"
Obviously, she had realized who the leader was, so she forced a smile on her face.
Very weird.
Perhaps it was an illusion, but she looked a little embarrassed.
Lu Li felt uncomfortable, so he stood up with his cane, took off his light hat, and said, "No, my companion's behavior just now was a bit reckless. I will take him to apologize to you."
"But please ask Aaron Kosminski to come over. If it's not convenient, we can go to the room to find him."
There was toughness in his words.
Tonight, no matter what, Lu Li was going to get to the bottom of the case.
Seeing this, the old lady coughed a few times and said tremblingly: "Please sit down and stay in the living room for a while. I will tell Aaron to come down."
"Excuse me."
Not long after, the thin figure disappeared around the corner of the stairs, and only Lu Li and Lance were left in the simply decorated, even shabby living room.
"Her accent is strange. It's definitely not a London accent. It has a Russian flavor. It looks like she just immigrated here a few years ago."
Bored, Lance looked around: "To be honest, her children must be considered hard-working to own a property like this in Whitechapel District."
Lu Li was a little surprised. This guy had never read the information, but he could analyze so many things based on the surrounding environment. This was much more useful than the trash from Scotland Yard.
"The family is from Poland."
"The Aaron we are looking for this time is the third son in the family. He works as a barber and can make more money. It is said that he has recently become crazy and said that someone is going to eat him."
After saying that, Lu Li spread his hands with a look of helplessness. He sincerely hoped that Aaron Kosminsky was not really crazy. Otherwise, he would have to find a way to contact a psychiatrist.
After getting out of George's sight, Lance revealed his familiar nature. He smiled happily and said: "Man, this reminds me of today's dinner. The guy who called himself the Ripper sent a bloody meal to Mr. Lasker. Dessert beforehand.”
Land from:"……"
They were holding hands, singing prayers, and there were more than a dozen delicacies in front of them, but when they encountered this situation, let alone George, who was the host, he couldn't get angry just thinking about it now.
Sigurd was beaten severely and could not be called unjust.
Da da da--
About five minutes had passed since the old woman went upstairs, and there was a sound of footsteps on the stairs.
Lu Li raised his head and saw a man about thirty years old with a beard walking down from the second floor.
According to the informant, Aaron had some bad habits, such as being addicted to crafts.
Looking at it now, I think this is the man in front of me. He has deep-set eye sockets and is skinny, but he is not short in stature. He looks like a skeleton.
"Is this Aaron Kosminski? We're from Scotland Yard and we have something to ask you."
Lu Li extended his hand in a friendly manner and prayed that the guy could communicate and not do anything weird in the room.
Unfortunately, Aaron ignored the hand stretched out in front of him and sat down on the armchair, looking listless.
The atmosphere suddenly became awkward.
For the next period of time, the three men sat like this without saying a word, while the old woman made three cups of coffee for everyone and left.
Unfortunately, the two of them, who were always on guard, didn't touch each other.
Time passed slowly, the clock rang at twelve o'clock in the morning, and there was no more heat rising in the tea cup.
Lance was a little impatient and could no longer sit still. After all, wasting his time was not the solution. Lu Li decided to give it a try. If that didn't work, he would have the suspect taken away.
Something happened, Mr. Lasker was in charge.
After thinking this, Lu Li patted the table, trying to get Aaron to focus on him.
"Sir, where were you the night before yesterday?"
"..."
No response.
"Kosminsky! What did you see that night?"
"..."
"Hey! Don't act stupid for me! Do you think you can stay out of it if you don't speak?"
"..."
At this moment, Lance was staring at Lu Li like he was an idiot. He suspected that the famous detective was insane due to lack of sleep and was trying to maintain communication with a patient with dementia.
"Bitch!"
Lu Li couldn't help but uttered a curse word, with hysteria in his tone: "Why did you kill Martha! Can't afford the prostitute? Or do you have some personal grudge against her?"
Suddenly, Aaron reacted.
He didn't know what he was mumbling, but Lance didn't understand it anyway. Lu Li calmed down and patiently discerned it, but he was able to pick up some clues.
This guy is speaking Polish -
"She is a sinful scumbag, damn it! My friend, you did a good job! I didn't give that woman a chance to scream. How could those bastards catch me? I love this job, and I will continue to do it. .”
friend?
Does it mean Albert?
Lu Li somewhat understood this guy's thinking pattern. As long as he followed his train of thought, he could get the truth.
So, he suppressed his excitement, leaned over and asked, "Well done! Who are you going to kill next time?"
Fantasy, thoughts, and loneliness prompted him to take action every minute and turn his fantasy into reality.
And the first murder is not only a "fun" experience, it is also the most dangerous and terrifying experience.
