"Smack. ”

Dark suitcases were placed on the side of the bench.

The man named Jack sat back down on the bench, spread out the newspaper in his hand, and continued to look.

The Man in Black stood in front of Jack for a moment, then sat down beside him.

The two of them sat silently on the side of the street.

One is smiling, one is grimacing, one is looking at the newspaper, one is looking at the people on the street.

In the middle of the ring, the man in the black suit took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and lit one for himself.

"You said in the message that the woman had seen a murderer before she died?"

"Yes. Jack smiled with his head down and replied gently.

It seems that she took the initiative to find the person, as if she was talking about something. ”

"So, did you get the news?" asked the man in black, chewing gum.

"If there is, I can spend money and you buy it. ”

"Nope. The smile on Jack's face seemed to sink a little, but his voice remained calm.

"I tortured her for a while, but she didn't say anything. ”

The woman last night didn't say a word about the killer, even though she was tortured to the point of collapse.

"But I've seen the murderer look like it. ”

Jack held the newspaper and smiled again.

"What?" the man in black tightened his eyes and lifted the black-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose.

"As rumored to be. Jack glanced at the man in black, squinting and smiling.

"It's pitch black. ”

“···” The man in black and Jack looked at each other for a moment, nodded, and stood up.

"I see, anyway, thank you for your help this time. ”

"I'm just collecting money to do things. Jack raised his hat to say goodbye, his demeanor was always so polite and personable.

As long as the price is right, he can do anything for anyone, whether it's killing or torturing people.

"Are you really so short of money?" the man in black looked down at Jack.

Jack didn't look at him again, taking the newspaper in his hand.

"In a way, it's lacking. ”

"Then, we should have a big business for you in a while, so let's get ready. The man in black tugged at his black suit and left alone.

Jack sat on the bench and raised his eyes as the man in black departed.

"Then I'm looking forward to it. ”

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"Chu. ”

A stack of papers was placed on Hatsu's desk, and Lawrence walked over to her.

At first, she had a desk of her own, just across from Lawrence, although she never worked at the desk, either sleeping or eating.

This is the first time a document has been placed on her desk.

At first, she was thinking about the woman at noon, but as Lawrence's voice woke her up, she looked up at Lawrence blankly, as if to ask what was the matter.

Lawrence looked at Hatsu's appearance and rubbed his eyebrows, he promised that if Hatsu was not a messenger, but a regular policeman, he would be the first to fire her.

Opening the file on the desktop, Lawrence said, standing next to his desk.

"You look at the pictures. ”

Chu looked down at the photos sandwiched in the folder, there were not many of them, but there were seven or eight of them, and the photos showed all kinds of different deceased, and the circumstances of their deaths were also different, but some of them had one thing in common, their stomachs were peeled open and their internal organs were removed.

"It was the same person who killed it. ”

Chu eyes shrank slightly, and looked at the photo, she might not be so clear in other aspects, but in this kind of thing, she has no experience that anyone can match.

The people in the photo and the woman at noon were killed by the same murderer.

With the technique of the knife, the depth of the wound, and the cutting line is almost the same.

"Hmm. Lawrence nodded, and so did his judgment: "These are the ones I found in the police department's archives." ”

As he spoke, he pointed to one of the photographs.

"The killer was first seen 10 years ago, and because of his modus operandi, he was called Jack the Ripper by the police, which comes from the name of a serial killer in the last century. But he has a lot of differences from that Jack, first of all, he doesn't just kill women, he kills anyone, and sometimes he will take some other killing methods besides peeling the victim's stomach. According to the former police, he was supposed to be a professional killer, hired to kill and even torture the dead. Because the people he killed were basically involved in some gangster incidents, he should have been employed by various gangsters. ”

Lawrence said a lot in one breath, perhaps feeling a little dry mouth, so he picked up the water on the side and took a sip.

After drinking, he put down the glass and continued.

"At first, can you find out the identity of this person and then dispose of him. ”

Lawrence's meaning is also obvious, he wants to make this killer never appear again.

There are many such black transactions in the City of Mist, and there are not a few people who buy and sell people's lives with money, and Jack is not the only professional killer.

What Lawrence wants to do is make an example of the monkey, and if Jack is disposed of, I think such a deal will be much more convergent.

"Yes. Chu said, picking up the picture on the table.

"Leave it to me. ”

It's a little funny to say, but the first and Lawrence in front of him are also like a life trade.

Black and white are two completely different and opposing colors, and normally people can tell them apart at a glance, but when black and white are extremely close, the line between the two is no longer so clear.

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As expected, it rained in the overcast afternoon sky.

Fine raindrops wash over the streets, as if they will wash away all the filth, and make the streets clean and tidy again.

But this is not common in the foggy capital, where the streets always seem to be so filthy that the rain can only wash away the filth, making the streets even more muddy.

In front of the abandoned room, Chu was wearing a men's police uniform, holding a black umbrella, with one hand in his pocket, looking at the scene in the room.

The woman's body had been disposed of, but the blood was still there, and Lawrence took her back to the police station's morgue. She was not a prisoner, and if no one came to claim her for some time, Lawrence would arrange for her to be buried in the cemetery.

Chu had a lollipop in her mouth, which she had bought from a small shop on the street on the way here, and this thing called candy tasted good.

She likes orange flavors.

Because of the dampness, the blood stains that had been dry in the room melted away a little, and the strong smell of blood in the air was diluted a lot.

When she looked up and smelled the humid air in the rain, she could tell the smell of blood and where it went.

If it hadn't taken a lot of time to sort out the woman's body, Chu would have done it earlier.

Now in the rain, the smell of blood is not so easy to distinguish.

Fortunately, she still found the direction of the scent, turned her head at first, looked at the street on the right, and silently turned and walked.