At night, the East and West Sides are like two completely different worlds.

The street lights here are only one far away, and many of them are broken, and no one has repaired them until now, so many places are pitch black, low and dilapidated buildings, irregular roads and dark alleys everywhere make the area more complicated, and the police have added night patrols after the Whitechapel serial killings.

Zhang Heng had already seen two waves of stern-looking patrolmen along the way, holding batons and wearing whistles around their necks, but compared to the entire area, these manpower still seemed a little stretched, and more importantly, it was difficult for even the police to maintain patrols of this intensity.

In fact, when the second murder occurred, the police had begun to increase their manpower, but so far they have not been able to solve the case, but it has made many low-level patrol officers complain, their salaries are not high, but they do a lot of work, and they can secretly go to the tavern to drink and relax when they patrol before, and now no one dares to touch the fish in this atmosphere.

Zhang Heng is still wearing the old coat he bought when he first came, and Erin gave him the scarf he wore when he disguised himself as a gypsy entertainer, plus the makeup skills he mastered during this time, anyone who sees him will think that he is a resident here.

Zhang Heng first went to the place where the latest murder occurred, and the neighborhood is now the focus of police patrols, and after that incident, people are also deliberately avoiding here, now there are almost no people here, Zhang Heng stood behind the fence, during the day he tried to identify the soil here with the method that Sherlock Holmes taught him, but it didn't make much sense, because the infrastructure of the entire East District was very bad, there were puddles and mud everywhere, even if the murderer's shoes were stained with mud, it couldn't be used as a clue.

Zhang Heng came over at night mainly to see the light here, and whether there were lights on in the nearby residences.

He didn't stay long to avoid unnecessary trouble, and quickly walked out of the back of the apartment, only to see a girl in her early twenties on the side of the road.

She was wearing an old coat and carrying a wine bottle in her hand, and when she saw Zhang Heng, she took the initiative to open her collar and accosted, "Hey, do you want to be happy?" ”

"Here?" Zhang Heng raised his eyebrows, a little surprised.

"It's exciting, isn't it, I won't let you down." The smile on the girl's face was a little reluctant, but she still squeezed her chest hard, which was not much.

"Since you know what's going on lately, you should stay home." Zhang Hengdao.

"I need money, rent and food, and I just borrowed this half bottle of wine." The girl said that her English didn't sound standard, and she had a strong accent, "No matter what happens in this world, we always have to work, don't we?" ”

"At least it should be safe in a crowded place, or with your companions."

"It's not as simple as you think, the girls have a territory, I'm just a newcomer here, they won't accept me," the girl said, "I can only try my luck where they don't want to, but then what do you think?" I'm much cheaper than them, but the service is a hundred times better than theirs, and you can experience exotic things from me. ”

"You shouldn't be here anyway." Zhang Heng said lightly, "Do you know what kind of man would come here at such a time?" ”

"I've heard people say that a murderer doesn't commit two crimes in the same place." That being said, the girl's body was trembling slightly from the very beginning, and it was clear that she was not as bold as she seemed on the surface.

"That's true, but have you ever thought that even if the main one doesn't come, someone else will, and there are many copycats behind every famous serial killer, and your presence provides them with the opportunity to make a pilgrimage to their idols." Zhang Heng took half a step towards the girl as he spoke.

The girl couldn't help but shudder, and subconsciously took a small step back.

Zhang Heng took out the half bottle of wine from her hand, looked at the label on the bottle, and asked, "Do you usually drink this kind of wine?" ”

"That's right." The girl replied as she stumbled around to see if any patrolmen were passing by.

Zhang Heng opened the bottle cap and sniffed it, and then asked, "How much money can you make in one night?" ”

"Huh?" The girl thought for a moment and said, "Three or four pennies, if you are lucky, if someone is generous, you may be able to make a little more, or you may meet several customers in one night." ”

Zhang Heng threw half a pound of gold coins to the girl, "Then you can follow me tonight." ”

The latter saw a flash of joy in the eyes of the gold coin, not a rich person who lived in the eastern district, and she had never seen such a generous customer, but maybe then recalled what Zhang Heng had said before, and her heart sank again.

Her service for one night was not so valuable, no, it should be said that she did not have anything so valuable on her, except for her own life.

"Don't think about it, just a few questions for you." Zhang Heng said, "You haven't eaten dinner yet?" Let's find a place to have dinner first. ”

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The girl only hesitated for less than half a second, and then obediently followed behind Zhang Heng.

As she said herself, she may not know how dangerous it is, but in order to be able to fill her stomach, she has to do even the most dangerous things, which is probably the tragedy of their people.

In fact, along the way, Zhang Heng also saw a lot of other girls, posing in taverns and alleys to solicit customers, including some aunts in their fifties and sixties, it stands to reason that after Jack the Ripper appeared, they should be closed for a period of time until the police catch the murderer, but the reality is that they have not rested for a day.

Even scarier than a serial killer is life itself.

"Once you're in this business, it's like you're stuck in a quagmire, you can't get out, you can only watch yourself keep sinking."

This was told to her by an elderly colleague when she first entered the industry, who had died of typhoid fever three months earlier, and was alone in the hut where she lived, and was not discovered by the rent-collector until two days after her death, and she did not want her old age to be like this.

However, the reality is crueler than this, her mouth is very stupid, she has not been able to speak like other people, she didn't make much money when she was young, and I am afraid that life will be even more unsatisfactory when she is old and decrepit.

Thinking of this, her mood couldn't help but be even darker, and at this moment, the man next to her spoke again, "What do I call you better?" ”