In recent years, there have been a lot of film and television works about crossing, and the Korean drama "You from the Stars" has pushed the time-traveling drama to a peak. Professor Du in the play is not only a muscular, thinly dressed, and fleshy man, but also an alien with the ability to eavesdrop and travel through the gods.

Everyone wants to travel freely like Professor Du, but no one wants to be toyed with by Professor Du, and Kaede is even more so.

The person who provokes him will definitely not end well, because he has the blood of a killer on his body, but he is no longer a killer, which will shake his killing intent? Of course it can't be, you can kill, you can't be humiliated, especially the guy who dares to touch his beloved, he will never let go.

The moment he opened the garage and stepped on the wolf, his clothes fluttered, and after rushing out, the gate was pulled down, and he looked into the distance, and when he ran, he cut the afterglow of the setting sun.

Feng was in a coma for only two hours, and in these two hours, what happened, who did what to him, and his whole person was directly healed and resurrected with blood without leaving a scar, because of what kind of fierce medicine?

The clock goes straight back to those two hours......

In a theater with few spectators, only a beam of light was cast on the curtain in the middle of the stage, and two people sat in the front row, watching the funny clown perform, talking and laughing:

"Marquis, why are you suddenly so interested in this Chinese boy?" An Englishman, who looked tall and dressed in a red velvet coat trimmed with white fur, respectfully inquired of the Marquis, who was sitting beside him.

The marquis took off his red velvet coat and put on a slim coat full of British style, and under it was a red and white checkered shirt, he straightened up the leg-cinching trousers he had just put on, patted the jazz hat he had picked up from his chair, and said slowly:

"Rolls, how many years have you been with me?"

This question sounds simple, and it is estimated that it is very difficult to answer well, but the gentleman looked at the crown placed beside him, and six small silver balls and a silver ring decorated it beautifully, but, compared with the one that the marquis had just taken off, this one also had a silver ring, and there were two less small silver balls, but there were four more gold leaf crowns, which was really not noble. He swallowed his saliva and replied cautiously:

"Marquis, you always like to ask such profound words, since you came of age, I have been with you for nearly ten years, and in the future, I will also listen to you anytime and anywhere, and serve you loyally!"

"I just remembered this question suddenly, why are you so nervous?" He stroked his blonde hair, which was as bright as summer, and smiled faintly, and when he laughed, his deep eyes were bent into two miniature sabers, hiding his eyes that were originally as green and translucent as emerald.

"Yes, Marquis, I apologize for making you laugh." This gentleman named Rouse has seen a lot of royals and local dignitaries and nobles for decades, but his strong self-esteem and self-confidence have always been humbled by the big man in front of him, and he can think so disrespectfully, in his mind, the big man in front of him is the king who rules the British Empire, because of what? One of the most important reasons for the fact that there are so many countries in the world where English is the official language is recited in the underworld, and in the dark, people will tremble and call him "Jack the Ripper".

"Is it so strict? You, hey, forget it, let's get back to the beginning. He looked at Rouse's nervous expression, so he might as well talk about the topics he was interested in.

"Yes." He said so, but he couldn't help but recall a series of rumors that had been regretted by women and children in England......

1888 was a bloody year. In London under the darkness and fog, Big Ben no longer rings, but the area around Whitechapel in the East End is different from the tranquility of other areas. It's a place of poverty and crime, a city of sin with street-ruffians, hooligans, prostitutes, prostitutes and beer-bellies, turning this into a sin town in the midst of sleepless nights.

Like other urban areas with high crime rates, this is a slum with a lot of immigrants, and there are all kinds of people, and there is bound to be some big news in the world.

Prostitution is a profession that deserves people's respect. A friend once swore to me: "The fight against pornography is a thankless task, because prostitutes are a group of stunners who create welfare for society, and without them, the crime rate in this society would definitely double, at least 250%!" I have no reason to refute this "prostitute-prostitution manifesto". But not everyone has the same sensible opinion as my friend, and in the eyes of the vast majority of people, they are synonymous with dirty, they are vixens dressed like ghosts. The proponents of this view are the most well-run married women.

It's good to offend anyone, but you must not offend a woman, otherwise the consequences will be really severe. Taking advantage of the darkness of the night, terror and murderous intent gradually hit Martha Tabu, who had just finished a business and came out to buy a drink, and she could feel the slightest coolness of a sharp knife on her neck, and the figure that was infinitely elongated by the street lamp......

When she was found, her body had been discarded in the Whitechapel, crisscrossed by knife marks. It was August 7, 1888. In the months that followed, a succession of targeted prostitutes and girls were exposed to similar deaths in the streets near the church, dismembering, disemboweling, cutting off organs, pulling out intestines, and eating cut off internal organs...... Every kind of cruel trick imaginable was used by the murderers on these innocent women.

Such a series of terrible "corpse abuse" incidents were soon exposed by the media, and all over the UK at once, and soon, all over the world. The most hateful thing is that after committing the crime, the murderer had the audacity to write his name -- "Jack the Ripper", as if he was confident that he would not be discovered at all and would never be punished by the law, and he also openly wrote to the Central News Agency, and indeed as he wished, such an arrogant act not only did not lead to death, but made himself famous in a very short period of time, and he was really a naughty Jack.

Jack, who claimed to be from hell in his letter, was voted the worst Englishman in history by the readers of the BBC's History magazine a hundred years later.

Whether it's the real thing, the exaggeration of rumors and legends, or the fabrication of media workers, if the ripper-jack reappears in people's eyes, it will really cause a new wave of panic.

The young man in front of him, who is over 20 years old, will really be a ** murderer like the ripper? Thinking of this, Mr. Rouse broke out in a cold sweat.

"Because this Chinese boy is a bit similar to me, I'm quite interested in him."

"Similar?!" Could it be that he is a killer? Mr. Rouse was suspicious, "I know that he is the son of the boss of a famous killer family. ”

When Jack saw the clown constantly playing with his big red nose, he couldn't help laughing, watched the performance intently, and replied:

"Well, I heard that he has good skills, and he killed the Korean named 'Gossip Boy', which is really not bad, and he deserves to be the son of that gentleman."

"What do you mean by that gentleman...? Is it?! When Monsieur Rouse heard the words "sir" come out of the Marquis's mouth, he reflexively understood it to mean that the Marquis had visited a great man, who would not lose to the Marquis in size, aura, or tone of speech, and that gentleman was superior to the Marquis in terms of seniority.

"It's almost time, I want to go for a cup of afternoon tea, and I'll leave that Chinese boy's business to you." Seeing that the clown show was over for the time being, Jack stood up.

"Yes, I'm here to help." Monsieur Rouse made a gesture of obedience and got up to see the Marquis out of the theatre.

"If you don't like to walk slowly, you can ask Les to teleport for you, do you need me to call her for you?" Walking to the door, Jack turned back and asked Mr. Law.

"Without your hard work, I can complete the task you gave me alone, after all, my surgical skills are all taught by you." Mr. Rouse replied confidently.

"Well, give you an hour's deadline to restore his face to its original state, and at the same time, transmit all the relevant numbers to me, and when he wakes up, he will tell Les to inform me, understand? That boy seems to be called Liang Feng, right? ”

"Yes, according to your arrangement!" Mr. Rouse sent off Jack, who had been muttering, and hurried to the place where Kaede was lying......

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