A Weird Theater That Started In London - Chapter 8 Curious

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   After reading this provocative letter, Lu Li's first reaction was—

   Where is the new murder scene?

   really is the notorious Jack the Ripper!

  What is the relationship between him and the tramp?

   For a while, many thoughts writhed in Lu Li's mind, causing him a headache. It was not until Wensley reminded him that he came back to his senses.

   "Mr. Detective, what is mentioned in the letter?"

   "...The murderer's handwritten letter, he claimed that he had killed another warbler not long ago."

"what?"

   Winsley frowned, stretched out his hand to take the letter, and as his eyes moved down, his expression became more solemn, and finally he cursed in a low voice: "Biped beast!"

   At this time, there was a rush of horseshoes, which successfully diverted his attention.

   looked up, a carriage appeared in the sight of everyone.

   Soon, two men in the dust walked into the hall, one in a police uniform, and the other, Lu Li had seen.

   "Dear police officers, I am Duke, a professor of medicine at King's College. The results of the autopsy have been released. The deceased was between 40 and 42 years old. The fatal wound was on the neck..."

   On the way here, Duke has foreseen various possible situations, such as the police do not believe in this advanced forensic theory, or the police locked the murderer in advance, and he also thought of a countermeasure.

   Now, all plans have been interrupted, because he saw a familiar person among the police officers.

   "Lu Li, why are you here?"

   To be able to live in a foreign country, no, it is in another time and space. It is definitely a pleasure to meet someone you know, so Duke said this almost subconsciously.

   "Just like you, invited here."

   Lu Li nodded at him, not showing too much enthusiasm. After all, they were in the police station, and it would be difficult to answer in case someone asks him.

   "You two know each other?"

   Wensley felt quite surprised. Later in the afternoon, Mr. Detective asked him whether Professor Duke was also from the Far East. It stands to reason that the two should be unrelated.

   Character jumping off doesn’t mean that you can’t tell the priority. At this time, Duke also reacted. He pretended to be calm and explained: “I met once by fate a few years ago and never contacted again.”

   "It turned out to be like this."

   Winsley nodded, and soon brought the topic back to the topic: "However, the most urgent thing now is to find the deceased. I will first go to the inspector's office and request additional police to search for the murder scene."

   The words fell, he trot away with the letter sent by the murderer, and the police officers gathered in the hall scattered all around, looking for their rain gear.

   Seeing that Duke was still puzzled, Lu Li walked over and explained a few words in a low voice.

"Jack the Ripper?"

   Not long after, the guy let out an exclamation, and then lowered his voice immediately: "He is a legend. If he can be arrested and brought to justice, maybe we can get unexpected benefits from it and enter the so-called excellent class."

   We... cooperate to solve the case?

   After some thought, Lu Li acquiesced to this statement. After all, a person’s power is limited.

   "Well, Duke, what do you think is this so-called exam?"

   Taking advantage of no one around, he decided to ask this question that has been hidden in his heart. In fact, it is not difficult to guess that the other thirty-nine people who have come to this world also want to know the answer.

   Because everything happened all of a sudden, everyone didn't have time to think.

   "When you were in the classroom, you were the most stable. Why do you become daunting now?"

   After finding his companions, Duke's attributes became more apparent.

   However, after he took Lu Li's shoulders, he got serious again: "Let's treat it as acting. We are students in the acting department. What scripts the director gives, we just need to keep acting seriously. There is no need to question it. If you think too much, it's not good."

  In Duke's view, this problem has no solution. Instead of speculating, it's better to base yourself now.

   "Acting? It's really similar. You're a medical professor, and I'm a detective. I just don't have a script. If I don't pass the test, I will terminate the contract."

   Lu Li gave a wry smile, and felt that the question he asked was pale and powerless, but as soon as he met someone who had experienced the same thing, he asked it unconsciously.

   At this time, Winsley pushed open the door of the office and hurriedly interrupted the conversation between the two of them: "It's a pity that I don't have time to reminisce about the past, Mr. Detective, please accompany us to search for the dead."

   Hearing the words, Lu Li's expression converged: "I suggest to bring Professor Duke, he is on the scene..."

   "Yes, get in the car."

Wensley didn't even listen to the words, but directly agreed. No breakthrough progress was made in the case. He could even imagine that after the news was disclosed by various newspapers, Whitechapel District and Scotland Yard would be placed on the cusp of public opinion. .

   In the murky rain curtain, four carriages diverged at the crossroads, patrolling the dark alleys and corners in the jurisdiction.

   0:20 in the morning.

   Two groups of plainclothes policemen escorted the suspects to the empty police station. The inspector personally interrogated them.

   "Do you know Martha Tabrian?"

   The two of them trembled, and one of them blurted out and asked, "What's wrong with her?"

   "I am asking you questions!"

  The middle-aged inspector wearing a two-star epaulette has sharp eyes.

"know…"

   The voice of the person who spoke actively, while the other person remained silent.

   Upon seeing this, the inspector pressed his mind and decided to interrogate the person who tends to cooperate first.

   "Your name is Charles Wenn, right?"

   "Yes...I..."

   "Don't be nervous, I invite you to come so late, there is something to ask about."

   said, he turned to plain clothes and said, "Go and bring three cups of hot coffee."

  'S attitude has eased a lot.

   "Charles, where did you go last night? Stay at home and sleep, or have fun."

"I…"

   Seeing that he was still hesitating, an experienced plainclothes scolded: "Martha Tablín is dead. The prostitute said that you had a dispute with her the day before yesterday and threatened to kill her!"

"It's not me!" Charles exclaimed, then took a deep breath and organized the words: "Yesterday, I was detained at the Thames District Police Station. Because of the theft of coal, there should be a record there. You can send someone there. Check it out."

   "You two will go now."

   After hearing the suspect say this, the inspector believed a bit instead, and raised his finger to two plainclothes, asking them to take a look.

   "What about you, Kevin Rankin?"

   The gray-blue eyes turned to the silent person, with a sharp tone: "Who can prove where you went last night?"

   "I followed the **** with a knife last night!"

   This guy was shockingly speaking, and he immediately suppressed everyone, and the two plainclothes who were going to collect evidence also stopped.

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