A Weird Theater That Started In London

　　A letter?

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

　　 Thinking of this, he put down the white porcelain cup, opened the flame-painted envelope, and a long letter flicked out.

　　Dear Mr. Lu Li:

　　 Last night, there was a murder case in the White Church district. The incident was as follows-

　　 At around two o'clock this morning, a cleaner found a female body near the White Church. Patrol police from the district rushed to the scene and the inspection report was also appalling:

　　 All the teeth of the deceased were missing, the eyes were missing, the neck was severed, and he had a laparotomy. There was no trace of struggle during his lifetime.

　　 Such a brutal evil deeds made all colleagues in Scotland Yard angry, but unfortunately, we were still at a loss before writing.

　　 After all, the deceased’s belongings were not lost, and his identity was difficult to confirm after he was tragically disfigured.

　　Love kill? Vendetta? Wrong kill?

　　As for the murderer’s motives, my colleagues had their own opinions, and almost became a quarrel. Therefore, I deeply feel that this case is tricky.

I hope you will visit Scotland Yard (4 Whitehall Street) before twelve o'clock. I will wait here and promise that everything will remain the same before you arrive. If you can’t come, please reply to us. Click one or two.

　　 I am very grateful!

　　 Scotland Yard, Chief Officer of Criminal Investigations, Harvard Vincent, Sincerely,

　　 After reading it patiently and making sure that there is nothing left out, Lu Li folded the letter paper and put it in his pocket, his expression always solemn.

　　 The senior officials of Scotland Yard sent a letter in person, which means that the case must be very complicated and the content of the letter is by no means humble.

　　 But, what was the fog of 1888?

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

　　 and Jack the Ripper!

　　 Suddenly, a legendary figure came to mind.

　　 Lu Li abruptly stood up from the sofa. Such a horrible murder is probably only done by anti-social mobs, 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 for later generations with advanced technology, there are still divergent opinions about who Jack is.

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

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

　　 In this "chronology", there is more than one actor, and there are as many as forty people. Regardless of their respective camps, they are in fact competing.

　　 And just now.

　　KOKOKO!

　　 A knock on the door sounded, and Lu Li instantly became nervous, making up for various dramas, desperate refugees entering the house, robbery, the cold killer sent by the enemy...

　　 While hesitating, he saw the coat rack on the right, with a black cane hanging on it.

　　 Deputy weapon!

　　 With a walking stick that shows demeanor and identity, it is fully capable of self-defense equipment.

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

　　 The sound of breaking through the air is very textured.

　　 Probably it only takes one click to blow someone's head.

　　 A sense of security emerged spontaneously. He walked carefully to the door and opened a gap: "Who?"

　　 The hand hidden behind the door is ready to go.

　　 "Mr. Detective, I am from Scotland Yard. I have specially invited you to serve as a special advisor for the Whitechapel murder."

　　 Hearing this, Lu Li still did not dare to take it lightly, looking at the strange visitor through the crack of the door.

　　 a tall helmet shaped like a cockscomb, a high-neck tunic, and dark blue trousers. This dress is indeed the same as the attire of the Scottish Yard police officers in my memory.

　　 So anxious, while sending the letter, he also sent someone to pick him up. It seems that Scotland Yard is a must.

　　 Lu Li pressed his mind, released his cane, and slowly opened the door: "Please come in, what to drink?"

　　 "Thank you, it's just an emergency, let's leave now." Wensley looked serious, his words and deeds were quite resolute.

　　 Seeing that he refused directly, Lu Li felt a little surprised. Isn't it a Western tradition to drink a cup of coffee if it's all right?

　　 However, that’s okay. If you get in touch with the case earlier, the rate of solving the case can be a little bit higher.

　　 So Lu Li nodded directly.

"Right on my mind."

　　 After hearing the affirmative answer, Winsley's tight face finally eased.

　　With the help of this well-known detective, Scotland Yard can definitely find out the truth.

　　 "Then, let's go."

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

　　 "I only joined this year and I happened to be assigned to the Whitechapel District." Wensley lowered his eyes and said in a deep voice, "Therefore, after the murder happened, he and two other colleagues rushed to the scene as soon as possible."

　　 "Did you find anything?"

　　 Lu Li asked subconsciously.

"At that time, the air was humid, the blood had not completely solidified, the floor tiles were stained red, UU reading www.uukanshu.com flies were running around. Frankly speaking, we were all terrified at the time, the hollow **** eye sockets were full of The wounded torso...vomit..."

　　 Recalling this, Winsley slowly shook his head with an expression of disgust: "A murderer is not qualified to be called a human. It is a bipedal beast, a civilized villain, and the son of Satan."

　　 squatted to the side of the street and vomited, no longer the previous Gao Lengfan.

　　 "Stop a car."

　　 Seeing Wensley's expression in pain, Lu Qi was covered with a haze. After witnessing the scene of the murder, a professional police officer appeared to be so embarrassed. What about him? When I saw the corpse, it was estimated that the condition would not be much better.

　　 "Excuse me, the fare is covered by... ooh... Scotland Yard... ooh..."

　　 The oatmeal porridge was mixed with sour water, and Lu Li only glanced at it, then quickly moved his eyes away.

On the streets, there are people like weaving, horse and ox carts 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 signs or only hang a wooden sign. Looking around, there are rarely more than four. Storey building.

　　 Of course, all kinds of livestock manure are also indispensable. The wheels can be hinged to fly them. Therefore, pedestrians must always pay attention to their feet and surroundings.

　　The so-called cosmopolitan city.

　　 Apart from the large number of people and the arrogant criminal activities, Lu Li has not yet had other feelings.

　　 Soon, a dilapidated open carriage stopped in front of them: "Two gentlemen, where are you going?"

　　 "No. 4 Baiting Street, faster."

　　 Lu Li replied on his behalf, and then took the handle outside the car to help Wensley in.

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