I Have 48 Hours a Day

The East and West at night are like two completely different worlds.

There are only one street lamp far away, and many of them are broken. Until now, no one has repaired them, so many places are dark, low-rise buildings, irregular roads and dark alleys everywhere. It also complicates the situation. Police have deployed additional night patrols after the White Church serial killings.

Zhang Heng has seen two waves of serious patrolmen along the way, holding a baton and hanging a whistle on his neck. However, compared to the entire area, these people still feel a bit stretched, and more importantly, even the police can hardly maintain This intensity of patrol.

In fact, the police started to increase manpower when the second murder occurred. However, it has not been able to solve the case. Instead, many bottom patrol officers have complained. Their salaries are not high and they do a lot of work. Before, While patrolling, I can secretly go to the tavern for a drink and relax, and now no one dares to touch the fish in this atmosphere.

Zhang Heng still wore the old coat he bought the first time, and Irene gave him the scarf he had previously disguised as a gypsy busker, plus the makeup techniques he mastered during this time Anyone who sees him will feel that he is a resident here.

Zhang Heng went to the place where the latest murder took place. The neighborhood is now also the focus of police patrols. After that, people also intentionally avoided it. Now there are few people here. Zhang Heng stands behind the fence during the day At that time, he tried to identify the dirt here using Holmes' teaching method, but it didn't make much sense, because the infrastructure in the entire East District was very bad. There were puddles and mud everywhere. Even if the murderer's shoes were stained with dirt Can't be used as a clue.

Zhang Heng came here at night to see the light here, and whether there were lights in nearby houses.

In order to avoid unnecessary trouble, he didn't stay too long, and walked out from behind the apartment again. Then he saw a girl in her early twenties on the roadside.

She was wearing an old coat and holding a wine bottle in her hand. When she saw Zhang Heng, she opened her collar and said, "Hey, do you want to be happy?"

"Here?" Zhang Heng raised his eyebrows, a little surprised.

"It's exciting, isn't it? I won't let you down." The smile on the girl's face was a little reluctant, but she squeezed herself hard and didn't have much of her chest.

"Since you know what happened recently, you should be honest at home." Zhang Hengdao.

"I need money, pay the rent and buy food. Even the half bottle of wine I just borrowed." The girl said, her English didn't sound standard, and she had a heavy accent. "No matter this What's happening in the world, don't we always have to work? "

"At least it should be in a crowded place, or stay with your companions, it can be safer."

"This line is not as simple as you think. The wizards are also divided by area. I am just a foreigner who has just arrived here. They will not accept me," the girl said. I ’m lucky in places like this. Then how do you think about it? I ’m much cheaper than them, but the service is a hundred times better than them. You can also experience the exotic atmosphere from me. ”

"You shouldn't be here anyway," Zhang Hengdan said indifferently. "Do you know what men are here at this time?"

"I heard people say that the murderer will not commit two crimes in the same place." That being said, the girl's body was shaking slightly from the beginning, apparently she was not as bold as it seemed.

"It's true to say so, but have you ever thought that even if the Lord doesn't come, there will be others. Every famous serial killer has a lot of parody behind them. Your existence is just for them. The opportunity to make a pilgrimage to the idol. "Zhang Heng said while taking a half step towards the girl.

The girl couldn't help shuddering, and stepped back subconsciously.

Zhang Heng took the half bottle of wine from her hand, looked at the label on the bottle, and asked, "Do you usually drink this kind of wine?"

"Yes." The girl replied as she looked around secretly to see if any patrolman had passed.

Zhang Heng opened the bottle cap, smelled it, and asked, "How much money do you usually make overnight?"

"Huh?" The girl thought for a while. "Three or four pennies. Good luck. If someone is generous, they may make more money, or they may meet several customers a night."

Zhang Heng tossed the half-pound gold coin to the girl, "Then follow me tonight."

The latter saw a flash of joy in the eyes of gold coins, and none of the wealthy people living in the Eastern District had ever seen such a generous customer ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ but may later recall that Zhang Heng said before If passed, a heart sank again.

Her one-night service was not so valuable, no, it should be said that she did not have such a valuable thing, except for her own life.

"Don't think about it, there are just a few questions I want to ask you." Zhang Hengdao, "You haven't had dinner yet? Find a place to eat dinner first."

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The girl hesitated for less than half a second, and obediently followed Zhang Heng.

As she said, she may not know how dangerous it is to do this, but in order to fill her belly, she has to do even the most dangerous things, which is probably the tragedy of these people.

In fact, Zhang Heng also saw many other tricks along the way, posing in the taverns and alleys to solicit customers. Many of them were 50- or 60-year-old aunts. It stands to reason that after Jack the Ripper appeared, They should be closed for a period of time until the police catch the killer, but the reality is that they have not rested for a day.

Even more terrifying than serial killers is life itself.

"Once you're in this business, it's like sinking into a quagmire. You can't get out of it. You can only watch yourself sinking."

This was what an elderly colleague told her when she first entered the industry. The latter died of typhoid fever three months ago. She was alone in the cabin where she lived. It was not discovered by the renter until two days after her death. She didn't want to be like this in her old age.

However, reality is more cruel than that. Her mouth is very stupid and she has not been able to talk like everyone else. She did not make much money when she was young. I am afraid that life will be even worse when she is old.

Thinking of her mood can't help getting bleak here, and just then the man next to her said, "What do I call you better?"