Back in his secret abode, a basement, O'Connor opened the box, took out the bloody woman's head, looked at it, and placed it in a bottle full of alcohol, proof that he had completed the steps of action to be handed over to the Russians. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Next, he had to kill several more people, and he had two weeks to send the city into a panic.

Ruri Xingyue saw the news of the murder from the newspaper.

She had done her homework on the security situation in London. Today's London, under the surface of glossy, is actually the same as Beijing, the capital of the Great Qian Empire, and at the same time, it is also a city that hides dirt and criticism. People all over the UK, and even on continental Europe such as Germany, are flowing through London like sewage into a drain.

All of these people live in the eastern suburbs, the so-called East End of London (slums). There were often 75,000 people wriggling in that ghetto.

In the rows of rancid rental houses, several families live in one room, and there are cases of people living with pigs in the basement. Poaching foxes, dogs, rats, etc., live in the most terrifying rooms. In order to sell the skins of the animals to the merchants, they peeled them in the room, so that the smell of animal hair was always permeated, and the smell of the paste of the matchboxes made by their wives was mixed with the rotten fish and vegetables in the kitchen. However, the people who lived in such rooms rarely opened the windows. Because the outside of the house stinks just as much.

However, their lives are not bad, because there is a destitute class of nearly 100,000 people underneath the poor. They have no regular income and are forced to live a lower life than the poor. They were poorly dressed and had no shoes to wear; For those who have shoes to wear, shoes are more like decorations for them, and they don't have much real use.

The most surprising thing is that there are people who live a worse life than the destitute class, they are beggars, vagabonds, criminals, etc. These people, numbering no less than 11,000, were hungry and wandered around the East End like dogs all day long, looking around for food, sleeping under the eaves of buildings or in open spaces. Although they are human beings, they live a life that is no different from animals, just to be able to live.

Among those living at the bottom, women mostly stand on the streets to solicit customers and make a living by selling their flesh and bodies: the work that men can do is to collect dog feces and sell them to leather tanners, because dog feces give leather a better shine.

No matter how hard they tried, the money they could earn after a hard day was about the tip that the wealthy people of the West End gave to their shoe-shiners. This was the case on the edge of London's East End at the end of the last century.

People in the upper class have money and status, and they are full of warmth and lust; People in the lower classes are desperate to live because of poverty and despair. Although ordinary people do not support their behavior, they always pay unusual attention to special criminal behaviors or sexual * sadistic * mad behaviors, just like going to the circus to watch the "beast * man", and going to the prison to watch the execution of prisoners, and the law enforcer holding an axe to cut off the head of a condemned prisoner in public as a show, is a cruel hobby.

In this respect, there is no essential difference between the rich in London and the "spectators" in Beijing.

Vicious cases like this are a regular occurrence in the East End, and although Scotland Yard (also known as the London Police Service) established a patrol network covering the whole of London in the late twenties, the overly dispersed police force is still too much to afford the security of the East End.

It is indeed inconceivable that such a terrible case of cruelty to women could occur in the West End of London, where the rich live in good order.

Maybe it's because of the overly cautious relationship, Xingyue Liuli somehow always feels that there seems to be an extraordinary conspiracy behind this murder, and this conspiracy is likely to point to Lin Yiqing.

Why did such a terrible case happen in the West End after Lin Yiqing arrived in London?

She wanted to tell Lin Yiqing what she thought, but because there was no direct evidence, she was worried that Lin Yiqing would laugh at her, so after thinking about it, she still didn't tell Lin Yiqing about it.

But she decided to take action anyway. For her, taking the initiative has always been a top priority.

Night fell.

One by one, the lights on the stalls went out, and the dimness rushed forward like a rising tide to swallow up the patch of light on the grass. The bright island on which O'Connor was standing was getting quieter and quieter, and O'Connor was already shivering at his watch. In a quarter of an hour, the colorful wooden horse will stop, the red and green lights on the horse's head will be extinguished, and the handcranked organ will no longer be played. When the time comes, O'Connor will be completely in the dark, completely alone in this rustling night.

O'Connor looked more and more uneasily at the darkened plaza. The square was just a couple returning home in a hurry, or a young man or two drunken staggering by, and in the shadows across the square, there were hidden beings, cowering in excitement. If a few men walk by, there is sometimes a soft whistle sound. The men, attracted by this greeting, went into the shadows, and the shadows began to hear the whispers of women, and sometimes the wind to hear a shrill laugh. Slowly, the men became more emboldened, moving towards the light of the cone-lit square, to the edge of the line between light and dark, and as soon as the pointed fur caps flashed in the reflection of the streetlamps as the patrolmen passed, they disappeared again into the darkness. However, as soon as the patrolling patrolman walked away, these ghostly black shadows came out again. Now, they're the crumbs of the lowest part of the night world. The sludge left behind by the watery stream of people had dissipated and was boldly approaching the light, and O'Connor could already make out their silhouettes. Those were a couple of prostitutes, the most pitiful, completely outcasts. They had no beds of their own, and slept on mats during the day, and wandered incessantly at night, opening their thin bodies, damaged and insulted bodies to everyone for a small silver coin, in this secret and random place. They are chased by the police, driven by hunger and any random hooligan, forever wandering in the dark, chasing, and being chased. Like hungry dogs, they slowly ran to the bright spot, searching for anything masculine and uncared for the stragglers. They can amuse these people, get a penny or two, and then go to the public café and buy a cup of hot wine to sustain this vague mass of mutilated life, which will soon be extinguished in the hospital or prison anyway. These debris were the last filth left behind by the Sunday visitors.

O'Connor, with extreme disgust, watched as the hungry skeletons haunted the darkness. Yet, in the midst of this disgust, there was also a kind of enchanting pleasure, for from the dirty mirror, O'Connor recognised what had been forgotten and felt blurred. It's a low, damp world, where O'Connor had been a man for so many years, and now it's flashing into O'Connor's mind. This wonderful night was like a sudden opening of a sealed object for O'Connor, and suddenly hinted O'Connor of a strange thing. O'Connor's darkest things back then, O'Connor's most secret impulses, are now showing in O'Connor's heart! The vague feeling of the oblivion of his boyhood rose - the timid gaze was curiously attracted, and it was almost timid and panicked to be glued to this human body; O'Connor remembered that moment: for the first time, he followed a man up a creaking damp ladder and into her bed...... Suddenly, like lightning piercing the night sky, the forgotten moment, O'Connor saw every detail clearly: the shallow oil marks on the bed, the amulet she hung around her neck,...... O'Connor felt the vague depression, the nausea, the pride of a young man's first try. All of this permeated O'Connor's whole body at once. An infinite amount of stuff -- what can you say about O'Connor?

An infinite insight suddenly poured into O'Connor's heart, and O'Connor understood it all at once, for they were the scum of the lowest life, and O'Connor's instinct, aroused by the crime just now, was out of his heart seeking a hungry swim--a wandering like O'Connor had on this wonderful night, seeking a blatant crime--to soothe and satisfy the strange accidental thoughts. When O'Connor finally sniffed the creature, the man, the gentle, breathing, talking thing from there, O'Connor was strongly tempted. The creature wanted something from other creatures, and maybe from O'Connor, the man who was waiting to hand him over. At this moment, O'Connor's wallet, which had put the stolen money, suddenly burned hot in front of his chest. O'Connor suddenly understood, what pushes men to do this kind of thing, understand, this is rarely due to the sentimentality of temperament, the erection of ****, and to a greater extent due to the fear of loneliness, fear of the heavy diaphragm. This estrangement had been piled up between O'Connor, and O'Connor's ignited feelings were felt for the first time today.

A young lady with blue eyeshadow on her eyelids, hooking the arms of a rich foreign man, walks in front of O'Connor. He followed them, watched them enter the hotel, and waited in the foyer. Because he estimated that they would be done in about an hour.

As expected, the woman came out alone an hour later. I guess I got a lot of money and enjoyed this weekend night! After watching her walk out of the hotel and in the direction of the street, I also got up and followed out of the hotel.

The girl sat on a bench on the side of the road, and O'Connor placed the box on a wooden shelf next to it, then stood in front of her, looking at her thighs peeking out of her short skirt. The girl's gaze climbed up from his dirty worker's trouser and finally met his eyes. He winked at her, and she showed a look of horror at the moment he blinked, and then quickly turned her face away, a contempt flashing in her eyes at the same time.

O'Connor was a little angry. Sure enough, as he expected, for this woman, a man without money is not a man.

O'Connor gestured to leave, reaching for the box on the wooden shelf, causing it to fall on the girl's dress.

The tools made a "clang" sound in the box, and the girl's screams rang out. She also came out crying loudly. Her bones must have cracked, right? I shouldn't be able to have sex for a while.

O'Connor smugly ran away. However, the shouting of a hysterical woman has caught up. She seemed to see it from the beginning to the end. The woman grabbed his cuffs. Stand! It's annoying!

The punch hit the woman's right forehead, and the woman immediately fell backwards, her head on the ground, in the crowd that came out of the alley.

O'Connor quickened his pace to leave, and as he walked into the back alley, a woman's snickering could be heard in the dark clearing.

It seems that there is not just one woman, but several. They lowered their voices and laughed. As he was about to walk past them, one of them saw me.

"Hey, man." The woman whispered to O'Connor. As soon as he stopped, a chubby woman slapped the dust on her knees as she stepped out of the shadows.

"What's the matter?" O'Connor asked, as if he were a prostitute.

"Don't you have fun?"

The woman was exactly as he expected.

"If I had time." O'Connor said. Who wants such a filthy woman? I don't know what germs she carries! However, he was about to walk away when he was stopped by the woman.

"No money!" The woman said.

"Why?" O'Connor asked curiously.

"Because it's a newcomer in the gap! You're still young! I'm going to teach her how to do business, so let you play for free. As she spoke, the woman dragged him into the darkness of the alley. At first glance, a woman was held down by four prostitutes and lying on a stone like a large character. The woman was wearing a pink dress and seemed to want to speak, but her mouth was stuffed with something, so she couldn't make a sound at all.

"You guys don't like this newcomer?" O'Connor asked. It seems to be a punishment between peers, which is a common thing.

"You're smart! Have you ever played with women like us? The fat woman smiled and said, "Okay, don't push, you can go!" With that, he lifted the skirt of the woman lying on the stone and ripped off her panties indiscriminately.

"Look, your little brother is standing up!" The woman laughed out loud. Since you have met, accept the kindness of the other party! However, in the process of running errands, the women kept beating gongs and drums beside him, mocking him boringly, which made him very uncomfortable.

After playing like this, O'Connor felt refreshed, and he knew it was time to go on a mission.

As he passed a building, he heard a strange sound coming from the second floor.

It was ******** voice.

Soon, after making love, the two did not sleep, but whispered to each other.

"Do you still love me?" The man asked.

"Of course I love you." The woman whispered, and from the kitchen came the chirping of a canary like jealousy.

"What am I in your mind?"

"What do you mean?"

"Am I a male friend who can sleep with, or am I ......"

"What are you talking about?" The woman smiled. Say, "You are my talisman." Like the cross necklace given by your mother, you should wear it on your body and keep it in your heart even when you are working. ”

"I'm glad to hear you say that." The man said, "Well, I have something for you." ”

It seems that the man put a cold thing on the woman's abdomen. The woman kissed and sighed. Because that cold thing seemed to be stuffed into the hole in her navel.

"What's that?" Then, she exclaimed, "This, what is it?" ”

"Don't you know? It's a diamond! It's something that has been passed down from generation to generation in my family, given to me by my grandmother a long time ago. My ancestors seem to be kings! ”

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