Leaving the first woman, walking on the street at night, her high heels and the stone slabs on the ground hit one by one, making a crisp sound, as if banging on the night.

The woman walked for a while, she seemed to feel something, and looked back, but she saw nothing. Frowning, she continued to walk forward.

But after a while, she felt as if something was behind her, and she stopped and looked back again.

There was still nothing in the dark and empty streets.

So the woman walked on uneasily, and now she understood where her strange feeling had come from, and she heard a footfoot, a footstep that did not belong to her.

She stopped again, her footsteps stopped, she stood still, her heart beating faster. Stiffened for a long time, she took a deep breath and turned back.

This time, she saw a person, a man in a black robe with a white smiling mask.

"Hmm!"

The woman tried to scream, but she was immediately covered in the mouth, and the black-robed man held her tightly in his arms.

"Don't be afraid, ma'am, I just need to kill you. ”

It was a dull man's voice, very polite, but he said it with a chilling chill.

With that, he quickly left the street with the woman.

He'd heard the rumors of the Fog City lately, and he didn't want to meet the murderer on the streets at night, even though he seemed to have met him just now.

The woman whimpered in panic and was forcibly taken out of the street by the black-robed man.

The black-robed man walked so fast that he didn't even react to the mist, and the woman's whimper, like the murmur of this night, disappeared into the night.

You know, speakeasy work is dangerous, you never know if you're going to hear something you shouldn't be listening to and then be killed?

A woman is like that, she hears things she shouldn't have heard, and although she may not have realized it herself, she has been condemned to death.

The black-robed man was the one hired to kill her, and he was the most efficient and reliable killer in the city, at least before the killers appeared.

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The next day, a dead person appeared in the City of Fog, uh, a special dead person to be precise, because there were dead people in the City of Fog almost every night, and if it wasn't special, there was no need to mention it at all.

This deceased was not killed by a murderer, because this is not a murderer's method of killing, and this method of killing has appeared before.

The killer's killing method is fatal with one hit, although it looks bloody and unbearable, but the deceased should be dead without feeling anything, which may be said to be a cruel mercy.

But this time the deceased was different, she died a miserable death. Yes, it's miserable.

She was found in an abandoned hut on a street corner, and when people found her, she was lying in her room, had her stomach cut open and her internal organs removed.

His eyes stared blankly and vacantly at the ceiling of the room, and the floor was strewn with dried blood. It can be seen that she was extremely cruelly tortured before she died.

This method of killing belongs to only one person in the City of Fog, Jack the Ripper.

He is a hired killer, but few people know his identity, only the leaders of several major gangs and organizations in this city know how to contact him, so it can also be said that he is a professional killer affiliated with several major gangs.

He was hired to kill people, and even in his service he could spend money to determine the method and place of the killing, and peeling the victim's stomach was his most representative method of killing.

So he was called the Ripper, and the name did not belong to him, he belonged to this name.

When Chu and Lawrence rushed to the scene when they heard the news, it was already noon.

Passers-by who were watching nearby hid on either side.

Lawrence, a police officer with blood on his hands, is no less deterrent to others than Jack the Ripper.

Pushing open the door of the room, even Lawrence frowned, the picture in front of him was really a little embarrassing.

And the time that has been left for too long has caused the corpse to emit an unpleasant stench.

Standing behind Lawrence and watching, her fingers fluttering unconsciously as she saw the woman's face.

Beneath the messy hair, the woman's face was bloodless, and her eyes were blank and blank.

This woman is the same woman who came to find her first thank you last night.

It was rare for Chu to have mood swings, but this time, she felt some anger because this woman didn't deserve to die.

"Ripper ······" Lawrence looked at the corpse with a frown and said the name.

Listening to the name, I first remembered the man with the smiling mask who passed by her last night.

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The sky is overcast, the weather is not good today, and the low-pressure sky makes people's mood depressed along with it.

Passers-by were hurrying with their heads down, but there was a person on the side of the road who looked very different.

He sat leisurely on a bench and read a newspaper.

It was a man, dressed in a plain, but unusually neat outfit, with a white-washed shirt underneath, a black suit vest, and a neat bow tie tied at the neckline.

On the outside, it was a dark gray coat, which was not brand new, but it was well maintained, with a straight neckline and few wrinkles at the hem.

This is a man who is completely different from the ordinary inhabitants of the Fog City, not only in his clothes, but also in his face.

It's not that he's handsome, in fact he only has an ordinary face, the difference is that every part of his face is so meticulously cared for.

The not-so-thin lips have two well-groomed mustaches, which are smooth to the corners of his mouth, making his face look less rigid and more funny.

His hair was neatly combed, the corners were neatly trimmed, and the round hat he wore made him look like an old-fashioned and active gentleman

And he had a kind smile on his face, the smile was not very large, but it could still clearly see the gentle smile he carried, the smile that was incompatible with the surrounding environment and all these people.

The man had been sitting on the side of the street, he seemed to be waiting for someone, he had waited for a long time, and finally he appeared on the street alone.

The man put down the newspaper in his hand, smiled, and waved at the man, as if he were greeting an old friend.

Walking was a man in black in a black suit, who looked silent, carrying a dark suitcase.

"It's your pay, Jack. ”

The man in black said, handing the suitcase to the man.

"Oh. The man took off his hat and bowed with a smile.

"Thank you. ”