"It seems that you have a lot of confidence in yourself," Fang Yu chuckled, in this game, although Fang Yu didn't think he was the first in the world, Fang Yu could still surpass ninety-five percent, obviously, the young man in front of him was not in this range.

"Of course, I'm very confident in myself," the cards around the young man of the Troubled Boy surrounded him, the cards emitted a pale cyan light, seeing this scene, Fang Yu already had a rough idea in his heart.

This young man will definitely not be a stranger, otherwise he would not do that kind of small thing to stop the robbery, and at this time he actually has the protection of cards, which means that he has already been replaced by someone for a while, and it is the card master who is secretly protecting him.

No matter which one it was, it was impossible for Fang Yu to kill the entire person in front of him anymore, Fang Yu knew very well the strength of the card master, if the card master wanted to, he and the hundreds of junior brothers behind him would not be able to leave here alive.

"What do you want to do," Fang Yu asked, and the hundreds of junior brothers behind Fang Yu were all puzzled, even the sixth child, they couldn't understand why a circle of cards appeared around this young man.

The pale cyan light of the card wrapped the whole body of the young man, and in the light cyan light, the young man looked so calm.

"Do you really want to be right with me Fang Yu, even if you are a god, I won't let you defeat me easily," Fang Yu's words made the others a little confused, but the young man could indeed hear it clearly.

"A blank card, what can it say, I have a natural ability, I am the best descendant of the card master, do you think, can you kill me?" The young man obviously knew Fang Yu very well, and even knew that Fang Yu had drawn a blank card from the card master.

"I'm not a soothsayer in the West, but I know that if you dare to stay here, then Chinese divination is not something you can fight against," Fang Yu's words were full of confidence, such a large gangster formation, there was a ninety percent chance that those people from Shushan would be brought in, at that time, the card master had absolutely no good fruit to eat.

"Card Master, I don't want to be an enemy with you, but, you actually touched my reverse scales, dragon swim reverse scales, since this is the case, then we will be enemies in the future, and I will definitely not show mercy because you saved me once," Fang Yu's voice was cold, at this time, there was already a looming enchantment in the sky above this Internet café, and above the enchantment, a young man with a golden body holding a longbow looked down with burning eyes.

Because of the existence of this layer of enchantment, the people below could not see Gong Jun's figure, but the golden longbow in Gong Jun's hand had already burst out with brilliant light, like a meteor, and flew in accurately through the window, and the target was the young man of the old boy.

Because Gong Jun felt the breath of the West from his body, the Eastern Earth Holy Land was not something that Western people could touch.

That golden arrow carries an indomitable momentum, mysterious, and righteous, absolutely righteous.

Even Fang Yu felt the powerful power of this arrow, except for the sixth brother behind Fang Yu, almost all the rest of the people were so pressed by the strong wind of this arrow that they couldn't raise their heads, and the sixth was barely supportive, but only Fang Yu, with disdain in his eyes, stood with his head held high.

What absolute justice, this feeling is complete bullshit, his own body was almost killed by Gong Jun once, and he also let go of the bloody butcher.

The cards flashed back and forth around the young man like a shield, and then, the cards began to merge at a rapid speed, and at that moment, the figure of the young man disappeared in place, leaving a stunned crowd.

"Fang Yu, I won't go against you, your future is unpredictable, I will never go against a person I can't see clearly, this person I rescued has a very good talent, maybe one day, he will help you," the card master's voice suddenly came from the void, Fang Yu just sneered, no matter what the card master meant, Fang Yu had already identified the card master, that was his enemy.

The arrow qi directly submerged into the floor, and the menacing arrow qi looked extremely powerful, but Gong Jun noticed that the young man had left, and with a wave of his hands, the arrow qi gradually weakened, but that arrow qi had already come to Fang Yu's feet, as long as it was almost able to penetrate Fang Yu's feet, but Fang Yu didn't move in the slightest, he knew that this arrow qi would definitely not hurt himself.

Fang Yu was gambling, but Fang Yu won, the arrow qi disappeared in front of Fang Yu's feet, Fang Yu raised his head, and he could see Gong Jun's figure from the window, and the corners of Fang Yu's mouth showed a provocative smile.

Seeing this person, Gong Jun was also stunned in his heart, he vaguely felt that the person in front of him was a little familiar, but Gong Jun didn't think much about it, maybe he had seen it that day, Gong Jun would not be angry because of the provocation of an ordinary person, and Gong Jun's figure quickly disappeared into the air.

"That person just now is so powerful," Lao Liu's expression was serious, he felt for the first time that he was so small, and the power he was proud of had no effect in front of the other party, Lao Liu knew that the person who appeared just now must be a stranger.

Those little brothers were chattering and discussing, Fang Yu was a little upset when he heard it, he waved his hand casually, and the last black dog was instantly surrounded by Fang Yu's little brothers, machetes and wooden sticks parried together, and in less than half a minute, the fate of the black dog was also the same as the previous boss.

The Tianlong Gang collected its troops and returned to the camp, but except for the members of the Tianlong Gang, no one knew what happened that day, and the deaths of these people were naturally pushed to Gong Jun's body, and it was precisely because no one knew that others would be curious, so the gossip that the Jinjia people shot ordinary people spread throughout Haitian City in less than half a day.

And Fang Yu, who was the initiator, was leisurely staying in the principal's office at this time, although this was the class time, Fang Yu didn't have much of a problem even if he didn't go to class.

Wayne is still dressed in that cool outfit, Wayne is also in the principal's room, the principal's room is the principal's place, and of course the principal is there, but there is still a person here who shouldn't be here.

Mo Yiyu, she was also in the principal's office.

The bloody butcher likes to kill beautiful women with the most cruel methods, and Mo Yuyi just meets his standard, Fang Yu thought that Mo Yuyi would agree if he knew Mo Yu and moved him with affection, but he didn't expect that as soon as Fang Yu said it, Mo Yuyi excitedly agreed.

Even Wayne was a little surprised, could it be that this beautiful girl in front of her was born with violent tendencies?

Seeing the surprised expressions of several people, Mo Yuyi said embarrassedly, "Actually, I just want to see who the bloody butcher is, and why he is reported on TV so terrifying." ”

"This is a very dangerous mission, I have personally seen the woman who was killed by him twice," Fang Yu said, he didn't want to let the bloody butcher take the bait because of Mo Yuyi's carelessness, and tonight, it was the bloody butcher's death.

"It's okay, I'm the most adventurous," Mo Yuyi said with a smile.

"It's noon, and I approve that you can go home in the afternoon, change into your most beautiful clothes, and come here before seven o'clock in the evening," said the principal, who is the biggest principal in the school, and as long as the principal says a word, Mo Yuyi can ask for leave to go home.

"Then thank you principal," Mo Yuyi smiled like a flower, Haitian No. 1 Middle School only has a holiday once a month, and it is difficult to ask for a leave of absence, the teacher will always talk about the importance of learning, and this time, it is so easy to get a half-day vacation.

Mo Yiyu staggered away, and at this time, the real conversation began in the principal's office.

"Fang Yu, will such a bloody butcher take the bait?" the principal asked.

"Ninety percent will take the bait, I have already found a good place, it is a slaughterhouse, even the air is slowly smelling of blood, there happens to be a manhole cover there, and the sewer is together, if this is the case, he has not taken the bait, then, it means that he is not here at all," Fang Yu said.

"Fang Yu, do you have the confidence to deal with his mother?" Wayne asked worriedly, Wayne had heard of the name of the Bloody Butcher, and if Wayne and the Bloody Butcher faced each other one-on-one, Wayne would definitely be defeated by the Bloody Butcher.

"I'm naturally not sure, but with you, my grasp has been greatly improved," Fang Yu's words were extremely confident, according to the memory of the body, the strength of the Blood Butcher was not very strong.

Seeing Fang Yu's confidence, Wayne naturally didn't want to remind anything, the principal was more powerful than Wayne, the principal had no objections, she naturally didn't say anything, anyway, her belief was to destroy all the dark things in the world, even if Fang Yu was wrong, it wouldn't be a big deal, at least, Wayne died on her own path.

……

Mo Yiyu returned home, her family is not very wealthy, that is, the upper middle level, but Mo Yuyi's room is indeed very warm, the pink room is also full of posters of SpongeBob SquarePants.

"Today, I'm going to do a big thing, I can finally be a heroine," Mo Yiyu has a photo at the head of her bed, in which is a boy and a girl, both of whom are fourteen or fifteen years old, the girl is leaning on the boy's shoulder with a happy expression, and the boy's hand is gently holding the girl's waist.

After Mo Yiyu finished saying this, big tears suddenly welled up in his eyes, and the smile on his face had not faded, but it had been rendered by tears.

Tears in the photo, gradually blurred the figure of the boy, the boy is not very handsome, but very sunny, the two are together, giving people a feeling of childhood sweethearts.

But why is Mo Yiyu crying, and who is that boy, only Mo Yiyu knows, right?

"I once told you, my dream is to be a heroine, the kind that can kill demons and help justice, at that time you still laughed at me as Sun Wukong, but, tonight, I will become a heroine," Mo Yiyu's words were intermittent, and there was a sobbing sound, but it gave people a strange touch.

"You also said that you also want to be a snitch, step on the palace, and become an invincible thief in the world, in the end, you will let me catch it, in that way, I will become a heroine," Mo Yuyi's voice gradually faded, she wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, and with a squeak, Mo Yuyi opened her wardrobe, which was slowly filled with all kinds of clothes, each dress was so gorgeous, Mo Yuyi didn't think about it, and directly took out a red dress.

Mo Yuyi gently took off her clothes, the curve of her body was so graceful, giving people a dreamlike feeling, she put on that red rhyme, a light spin, like a fairy in the scattered flowers of the heavenly maiden, beautiful as if it did not belong to the world.

She is carefully dressed, her eyebrows are lightly traced, her appearance is extremely beautiful, but makeup can always enhance the beauty of the girl, she is like a perfect work of art, decorating herself with her heart.

Mo Yuyi in the mirror is already tending to perfection, her face has no flaws, and at this time, she is even a little more beautiful than Lin Qingxue's transcendent beauty.

She is like a beauty in ancient times, and her red dress is not like a wedding dress, but gives people a feeling of dying.

Danger, of course she knows it, but she is not afraid, she wants to meet it with her most beautiful side, even if it is death.

……

The time of the afternoon was so fast, it was already dark, and Fang Yu, the principal, Wayne, and Mo Yiyu were already in the car.

To be honest, even Fang Yu was shocked by Mo Yuyi's beauty today, but Fang Yu quickly recovered, but the principal was not happy, the principal glared at Mo Yiyu for two minutes, his eyes were full of disbelief, maybe the principal meant that how could a little girl dress up so beautifully.

The slaughterhouse in the dark was terrifying, but at this time, Mo Yuyi was standing on the side of the manhole cover, five meters away, there was a wooden fence made of wood, Fang Yu, the principal, and Vayne were hiding behind.

The air was full of the smell of blood, but Fang Yu didn't care, the principal didn't mind, Wayne didn't mind either, and Mo Yiyu, she stood next to the manhole cover, her face didn't have the slightest disgust for the smell of blood in the air, but a look of indifference.

The crossbow arrow in Wayne's hand was ready, and a blue light faintly flashed in the headmaster's sleeve, it was the headmaster's soul-attracting lamp, as long as the bloody butcher appeared, then arrogance would let Mo Yiyu fly to a safe place as soon as possible.

It's very quiet, there is hardly any sound, but it's not quiet in the ordinary sense, but a dead silence, and you will feel depressed after staying in this environment for a long time.

The three of them did not have a single conversation, because even the slightest conversation in this extremely quiet night sky was very clear, so the three of them could only meet with their eyes.

The night sky is silent, but in this silence there is a hidden killing intent that no one knows.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time, you're finally here," a mournful voice sounded, and the man's figure appeared in the darkness in the distance, for some reason, he was like this shadowy night, everywhere, and Mo Yiyu's long dress had become an ornament.

"My other name, called Jack, I appeared a long time ago, at that time, I remember it was called London, England,"

Until the beginning of the 19th century, London was a dangerous city for the average resident, and in fact it was not until 1829 that the Scottish Police Department had a city-wide policing system. More than half a century later, in 1888, under the growing light of the colonial empire, London had ostensibly become a capital with considerable security of life and property. At the bottom of Victorian society, however, there is a murmur of social and political upheaval of hypocrisy, poverty and injustice, especially in London's East End, which is known for its immigration and poverty. Less than a mile square, London's East End is home to some 40,000 Jewish refugees from Eastern Europe and Russia, in addition to the labourers at the lowest levels of traditional British class.

In order to survive, these East End residents, the male survivors sold their labor between the nearby wholesale markets and cargo docks to earn a small income, while the unfortunate ones lost their jobs and lived on the streets due to the overabundance of labor competitors. Women and children in the Eastern Side, on the other hand, had to sell an average of 11 hours of their labour a day to make ends meet or to support their families, from weaving cloth and cleaning chimneys, which amounted to about 200 kinds of humble occupations. For women, selling* is a relatively high-paying industry. In 1888 there were an estimated 60,000 to 80,000 prostitutes in London, and the East End was one of the most frequent and lowest of the city's most frequent.

Whitechapel serial murder selection

On a hot summer night on August 7, 1888, a worker found a female corpse with 39 stabs in the body in a dark alley near Whitechapel in London's East End, nine of which had been stabbed in the throat. The deceased was Marthaturner, a prostitute in her mid-40s who had been begging for thirteen years (Note 1).

At 3:45 a.m. on August 31, a coachman who was about to leave for work found a 43-year-old prostitute, Marianne Nicolas, lying in a pool of blood in a deserted warehouse area (now known as Durwardstreet, 100 yards behind the Whitechapel subway station) half a mile away. The deceased suffered severe bruises on his face, two cuts to his neck, loss of some of his front teeth, a poke and dissection of his lower abdomen, and a pull of his intestines out of the abdominal cavity.

London's East End has a reputation for being the "East End of the East End" in the area around Whitechapel, but despite its high levels of crime, there are few murders, let alone atrocities like the Marianne case. When Marianne's tragic death became public, the media began to refer to it as the Whitechapelmurders, along with Marta's murder and another murder that occurred in the area earlier that year, believing that the killer was the same person, and reporting on the brutality of the murderer's crimes. The media made the local residents panic, and the women of ordinary families did not dare to walk at night, so the police patrolled in all directions, and the residents formed their own patrols. There has been speculation in the media about whether the killer will commit another crime after these emergency measures.

At 5:45 a.m. on September 8, an old coachman living on the third floor of a low-cost rental apartment saw a female corpse lying by the fence in his backyard and almost fainted in fright. The police later investigated and proved that the 47-year-old deceased, Annie Chapman, was also a prostitute, had her neck cut off, had been disemboweled, her intestines were scattered on her left chest, and there were no signs of struggle before her death.

At one o'clock in the morning of September 30, Louis, the coachman, was hesitating on a dark road near his house, when Louis lit a match and saw a woman lying on the ground. The deceased, Elizabeth Stride, a 44-year-old prostitute of Swedish origin, had a cut in the throat but was not disemboweled, and the cause of death was excessive bleeding from a cut in the left carotid artery. Next to the corpse (40 bernerst.) was a normal Jewish hall, where dozens of Jews were meeting at the time of the crime, and no one noticed anything unusual outside the house.

Just as a large number of police forces were concentrated in the area of the murder scene, and there were many discussions about the murderer's methods this time and the previous ones, at 1:45 in the morning, a patrol officer found another female corpse in a small bag-shaped square field (Mitresquare, Aldgate) hundreds of yards away, the body was disfigured by disfigurement, and part of the kidney was missing. According to the patrolman's account, there was nothing unusual when he passed by at 1:30 p.m. Without exception, the deceased was a prostitute: 46-year-old Catherine de Dowes.

jacktheripper

On 27 September, a news agency received a letter written in red ink and stamped with fingerprints, in which the writer identified himself as the perpetrator of serial murders in a playful tone of non-working class tones and signed it as Jacktheripper;

The police did not attach importance to this clue, believing that it was just one of many pranks at the time (later studies have not concluded the "authenticity" of these two letters). However, through media coverage, the name Jacktheripper has spread far and wide, and the whole of London, the United Kingdom and the world have since begun to refer to the murderers of the Whitechapel serial murders. Jack, who is extremely bloodthirsty and perverted, is not satisfied at this time.

At 10:45 a.m. on November 9, the landlord asked Mary Kelly (who lives in No. 9millerscourt), who had been overdue for six weeks, to collect rent.

Mary* lay in a pool of blood in bed, her nose and ears and * were cut off, some skin on her face and lower abdomen was shaved off, she was disemboweled, her internal organs were partially removed and scattered on the bed and bedside table, and the walls were stained with blood. The police later determined that the murderer had committed the crime for at least two or three hours, making the victim's experience the worst of the above-mentioned murders. Mary Carey, 26 years old, of Irish descent who had separated from her former cohabitant only a few days before her death, was the youngest and most beautiful of the serial murder victims, and the only one with a permanent home