Chapter 3

a letter?

At the same time, Lu Li faintly guessed, probably like a role-playing game, that weird school is helping him intervene in some kind of case, in other words, it is releasing the main mission.

Thinking of this, he put down the white porcelain cup, opened the sealed envelope, and shook out a long page of letter.

Dear Mr. Lu Li:

Last night, in the Whitechapel district, a murder occurred. The incident is as follows——

At around 2 o'clock this morning, the cleaners found a female body near Whitechapel, and the police in the area rushed to the scene, and the inspection report they gave was also appalling:

All the teeth of the deceased fell out, his eyes were missing, his neck was severed, and he was cut open. There was no sign of struggle or struggle during his lifetime.

Such atrocious crimes have angered all colleagues in Scotland Yard, but unfortunately, until the letter was written, we were still baffled.

After all, the property of the deceased was not lost, and after the tragic disfigurement, it was difficult to confirm the identity.

Love kill? Vendetta? wrong kill?

Regarding the murderer's motive for the murder, all the colleagues insisted on their own opinions and almost quarreled. Therefore, I deeply feel that this case is difficult.

I hope you will come to Scotland Yard (4 Whitehall Street) before twelve o'clock. I will wait here and promise that everything will remain as it is before you arrive. If you cannot come, please write back and advise me. Dial one or two.

Thank you so much!

Sir Harvard Vincent, Scotland Yard, Chief Criminal Investigations.

After patiently reviewing it several times to make sure there was nothing missing, Lu Li folded the letter and put it in his pocket with a dignified expression.

The senior officials of Scotland Yard personally wrote to invite them, which means that the case must be very complicated, and the content of the letter is by no means humble words.

But what about the fog in 1888?

Queen Victoria, colonies, steam locomotives, workers, capitalists...

And Jack the Ripper!

Suddenly, a legendary figure came to mind.

Lu Li suddenly stood up from the sofa. Such a vicious murder can only be done by anti-social thugs, and Jack the Ripper is a representative figure.

However, for the next period of time, no matter what he thought, he didn't have the slightest clue.

After all, even in the technologically advanced generations, there are still different opinions about who Jack is.

With this in mind, Lu Li decided to accept the invitation to assist Scotland Yard in arresting the murderer.

Because of the indoctrination of information in the modern society, he is familiar with all kinds of online text routines, and also understands a truth: the winner takes all, and the loser eats the dust.

In this "period drama", there is more than one actor, there are as many as forty people, regardless of their respective camps, they are all competing.

And at this moment.

Knock knock!

When the knock on the door sounded, Lu Li instantly became tense, imagining all kinds of scenarios in his brain, such as a desperate refugee robbing a house, a ruthless killer sent by his enemy...

While hesitating, he saw the coat rack on the right, on which a black cane was hanging.

Secondary weapon!

The cane used to show demeanor and status can be used as a self-defense tool.

So, Lu Li turned around and walked towards the coat rack. After getting the cane, he immediately tried to swing it a few times.

The crackling sound is very textured.

It probably only takes one click to blow someone's head off.

Feeling safe, he walked carefully to the door and opened a gap: "Who?"

The hand hidden behind the door is ready to go.

"Mr. Detective, I'm from Scotland Yard, and I've come here to invite you to serve as a special adviser on the Whitechapel murder."

Hearing this, Lu Li still didn't dare to take it lightly, and looked at the strange visitor through the crack of the door.

A tall helmet shaped like a cockscomb, a high-necked tunic, and dark blue trousers, this attire is indeed consistent with the attire of Scotland Yard police officers in memory.

He was so impatient, and at the same time as sending the letter, he also sent someone to pick it up. It seems that Scotland Yard must go.

Lu Li pressed his thoughts, let go of his cane, and slowly opened the door: "Please come in, what do you want to drink?"

"Thank you. It's just that the situation is urgent. Let's leave as soon as possible." Wensli looked serious, and his words and deeds were quite vigorous.

Seeing that he directly refused, Lu Li felt a little surprised. Isn't it a Western tradition to drink a cup of coffee if you have nothing to do?

However, this is also good, if you get in touch with the case earlier, the rate of solving the case will be higher.

So Lu Li nodded directly.

"I think so too."

After hearing the affirmative answer, Wensley's tense face finally eased.

With the help of this renowned detective, Scotland Yard can definitely get to the bottom of it.

"Then let's go."

The two walked out of the apartment side by side, exchanging their views on the case all the way.

"I just joined the job this year, and I happened to be assigned to the Whitechapel District." Wensley lowered his eyes and said in a deep voice, "So, after the murder happened, I and my other two colleagues rushed to the scene immediately."

"Did you find anything?"

Lu Li asked subconsciously.

"The air was humid, the blood hadn't completely solidified, the floor tiles were stained red, and the flies were flying around. Frankly, we were all terrified at the time, the empty bloody eye sockets, the torso full of wounds... vomit... ..."

Recalling this, Wensley shook his head slowly with a disgusted expression: "The murderer has no right to be called a human being at all. He is a biped beast, a civilized villain, and the son of Satan."

After speaking, he squatted down to the side of the street and vomited, no longer the previous aloofness.

"Hold a car."

Seeing Wensli's painful expression, Lu Li's heart was clouded. After witnessing the murder scene, a professional policeman acted so embarrassed. What about himself? After seeing the body, it is estimated that the situation will not be much better.

"I'm sorry to trouble you, but the fare will be borne by... oh... Scotland Yard... oh..."

The oatmeal and sour water were mixed together. Lu Li only glanced at it, then quickly looked away.

On the street, people flow like a weave, and horse-drawn carts and ox carts can be seen everywhere, but when it comes to urban construction, it may not be as good as the remote mountainous areas of later generations. The shops either have no signboards, or only hang a wooden signboard. Looking around, there are very few people of more than four years old. storey building.

Of course, all kinds of livestock dung are also indispensable, and the wheels will fly them up. Therefore, pedestrians must always pay attention to their feet and surroundings.

The so-called international metropolis.

Apart from the large crowd and rampant criminal activities, Lu Li hadn't had any other feelings yet.

Soon, a dilapidated open carriage stopped in front of the two of them: "Gentlemen, where are you going?"

"No. 4 Whitehall Street, hurry up."

Lu Li answered on his behalf, then pulled the handle outside the carriage, and helped Wensli inside.

Along the way, the carriage drove very smoothly, but the smog was a bit severe, and small water droplets condensed on the clothes.

Wensley, nicknamed the Weasel, had a career spanning forty years and cracked the "Bloody Belgium" case. Relevant information shows that he joined Scotland Yard in 1888 and had a hand in the notorious "Jack the Ripper" case.