Killing, it's addictive!

Throwing the head in hand, he frowned and looked at the human head with surprise and hatred, although he was addicted, he was still a little unhappy.

He must have what those psychiatrists call "schizophrenia"? That personality that day was so strong that he spurned this self who trembled even when he killed someone!

On that day, a dozen people, the personality tightly used a rusty knife to kill them like chickens and dogs. This made him not only have some doubts - am I not the master of this person?

That guy is obviously so powerful, much more powerful than this self who is excited and difficult to control when he sees fresh blood. But why, why doesn't that guy want this body?

He was still curled up next to the garbage can, but looking at the people who passed by, who belonged to their "dark" side, looked at him with a look of horror, it felt like the refreshment he had when his daughter killed that female branch girl two days ago.

He didn't care about that kind of thing between men and women, but after he knew that the reason why he killed someone for the first time was because of a wandering warbler, or a wandering warbler he had helped, he loved to kill them after enjoying that kind of thing, cutting open their chests and abdomen, and pulling out their intestines!

This is what those women-cousins who only know about money and don't care about feelings deserve!

He killed a lot of people, a lot of people. But the only people who can let him leave his name and surname are those wandering warblers. So in the city of London, the name of Jack the Ripper, who specializes in killing female branch girls, was passed down by word of mouth among many people.

If you want others to be afraid, you should have your own characteristics~

This is a deformed society, and what is in the light is watched by everyone. Those cases will be investigated and pursued by the police department, and Sherlock Holmes, who has left many criminals with nowhere to hide, will also be alarmed, and then find out the culprits like a hunting dog;

But the dark side hidden under the light is a different story. From small gangs that don't go into the stream, to black organizations that connect several countries, and killers who are "willing to degenerate" for various reasons. They have their own laws, they have their own rules.

Jack is a wanderer who lives both in the light and in the dark. He is on the dark side as a killer to provide daily needs, on the bright side of the murder of women to gain inhuman fame and the fearful gaze of others, he doesn't know how his behavior should be judged by normal people, but what he knows is that his evaluation is absolutely bound to the great evil. But he loved it, and he kept moving the line between light and darkness, knowing that he had met that person again—the one he had always called his mother.

He's been avoiding him all the time.

He knew that he seemed to be sick now, not as innocent and harmless as he was when he was a child, and now he was irritable and extremely aggressive. But he didn't want his mother to see him like this, in his heart, although his mother was also a wanderer, she was so kind, gentle and loving. Even if she kicked him out of the house, but just like he had been talking about at that time, he thought that she must be some unspeakable hardship, and a mother as kind as an angel would never really want to kick him out!

He knew that he was only deceiving himself, but he really needed a light guide after being in the darkness all the year round!

But what did he see?

He saw that the woman, who had aged early, was wearing "young" makeup, holding inferior cigarettes like the female branch girls he had killed, and complaining...... He.

"That kid, giving birth to him is my biggest stain!"

Obviously, you said that I am your angel, and I still remember that you smiled so gently......

"I really gave him that good look for nothing, and I thought I would sell him when he was seven or eight years old. ”

Was the phrase 'Then it must keep you away from this filthy world, my Jack is so good, and Mommy will never let you be harmed', was it my auditory hallucination?

"Really, that money loser is a madman, he is mentally ill, I poured some 'something' into him when I was three years old to see the reaction, who would have thought that guy would let me threaten! Really, he was born by the old lady and raised him! If there was no old lady, he would not even be a fertilized egg."

“……”

“……”

He choked and left, or rather, he completely forgot how he left, it was obviously when the sky was bright, but in his eyes were weak black and white.

Perhaps, he should have understood a long time ago, right? What can a woman who can throw her five-year-old child out of the house, no matter how kind she is?

He had seen women like him who lived on the streets, washing and washing for others, and then exchanged a day's wages for food that was difficult to fill, and the scarce food was far from enough for an adult to eat, even if it was a woman, but she still gave the food to her children first, and she would rather go hungry.

He's seen it, hasn't he?

He has seen countless women who are much worse than "mothers", and how desperate they will be for the children they love;

So, why is he still obsessed with her sufferings, and what kind of "hardships" would a mother who really loves her children do for ten years to ignore a child who can't even guarantee a life?

He should have understood, he should have understood, he had understood!

He understands, that's why he will avoid her, he is afraid of meeting her, that is the only bit of light in his dark and changed life, as long as he doesn't want to completely fall into the darkness, he can only grasp the memory of "mother", even if this little bit of light is not even a straw for him!

"Hah...... Hahaha......!"

Putting his head against the wall, he didn't know how long he laughed quietly, smoothing out the marks that had just been made out of his hair against the wall, and he suddenly felt that he was so miserable!

He is a ripper, and he is the top killer in the dark world who has been co-opted by all parties, why does he keep such a thought?

Light?

Even if he kept that person, even if he had any hardships as he imagined when he was a child, what did it matter, he had already immersed himself in that darkness, and anything in the light was like something looking for death. So why did he keep her with a twitch in his head?

Clenching the sharp knife that he always used to kill, he laughed crazy and weird.

"Whoever calculates what I've seen, I have to thank you. Now, I don't have that little thing that can only cry on a rainy night, I'm Jack, Jack the Ripper, and I'm going to be a nightmare for your life!"