Tang Luo tore off the chain that locked the iron door and pushed the door open.

"Let's go in and have a look."

The other two naturally did not have any ambiguities and kept up with Tang Luo's pace.

Zhou Zhenguo also checked the body and confirmed that it was already dead.

Was disemboweled, typical of Jack the Ripper's technique, but strangely, no blood flowed out.

It's the same as old John that night.

There is no intention to speculate on what Jack the Ripper is capable of through various phenomena and clues.

Zhou Zhenguo and Chu Chongtian followed behind Tang Luo.

The only thought in my heart is to "fuck him".

It's not that they're fearless, it's the helplessness of fighting against the odds.

"That's not right."

Not speculating on Jack the Ripper's abilities doesn't mean giving up on thinking.

As soon as they walked into the hall of the manor, Tang Luo and the others realized that something was wrong with the situation in front of them.

The hall was empty, and there were no reports or word of mouth about the slaughterhouse.

There were no corpses and no blood.

There are no corpses, which is normal.

Even if the scene of the crime is to be maintained, the body will always have to be transported, and it is good to draw an outline in the corresponding place to show it.

However, the bloodstains are all gone.

That's not normal.

Bloodstains can be very important clues and evidence.

Even if Gran Field's brain twitched and he planned to wipe the blood stains away, it would not be possible to wipe it so clean.

In the entire hall, there was no sign of any murder - except for the white humanoid silhouette painted in the Grand Field.

It's more like it's been stolen.

No, it should be, it was stolen.

Many valuables have disappeared, leaving only traces of their place.

"Even the blood is gone." Chu Chongtian said, "What is this, has Jack the Ripper begun to become a god in a small town?" ”

"Let's go to the secret room."

Tang Luo said, walking towards the second floor.

The "corpse outlines" on the second and third floors are obviously much less than those on the first floor.

The three of them came to the study, the door closed, but not locked.

When you open the door, you can also see the empty space left by some valuables in the study after they have been emptied.

And not many people think books are valuable.

The agents in Gran Field did not discover the secret behind the bookcase.

According to the news from Glanchang, the Earl of Thorndike and others are still in a state of "disappearance".

Instead of being found dead, the death was confirmed.

"Master, you're killing those people down there?" Inside the narrow elevator, Chu Chongtian asked.

He saw a lot of bullet casings on the ground.

"Hmm."

"That omininous is what I got from Thorndike...... I don't know if the bodies of those people are still there. ”

Come to the basement.

The smell of blood was strong.

There were dried, dark blood stains on the ground.

But all the bodies were gone.

It's the same as the outside world.

"Jack the Ripper, still cannibalism?" Chu Chongtian said.

After exploring, the three of them left the uninhabited manor and continued towards the town.

"Perhaps."

Zhou Zhenguo thought for a moment, "Do you think, is Jack the Ripper getting stronger?" ”

"Getting stronger?"

"From the sneaky at the beginning, to the current mass killing, even the blood stains on the corpses will disappear." Zhou Zhenguo said, "I think he should be getting stronger little by little through killing." ”

"What Master Zhou said is very reasonable."

Tang Luo nodded in agreement.

Chu Chongtian raised his head forty-five degrees and looked up at the sky.

Constantly analyze Jack the Ripper's abilities, upper and lower limits, and want to achieve the effect of "knowing oneself and knowing one's opponent".

As a result, the phrase "he is getting stronger" was overturned.

Today's wind is a bit noisy.

"So the more it drags on, the more unfavorable it will be for us, and maybe by then, even the master will not be an opponent."

Zhou Zhenguo said a little tactfully, in his opinion, the current Ripper Jack is already difficult to deal with, "We still have to find and find his true body!" ”

"The clue is only the dagger, anyway, is there a name engraved on the dagger?"

Chu Chongtian said.

It's not a strange thing to have a personal belongings engraved or something.

"I don't see it." Zhou Zhenguo laughed helplessly, "Maybe it's engraved with 'Jack'." ”

"Wait!"

Suddenly, Chu Chongtian stopped.

There seemed to be darkness behind his head, because of Zhou Zhenguo's helpless joke, a flash of spiritual light flashed, forming a narrow bright line, cutting through the darkness.

Masaka!

"Jack the Ripper, why is it called Jack?" Chu Chongtian asked a question that seemed to be why one plus one equals two.

At first glance it sounds simple and idiotic.

If you think about it, it's a world-class super problem.

"Because, it's a common name?" Zhou Zhenguo said.

Jack the Ripper, Spring-Legged Jack, Jack on the Titanic.

Jack, is a very common name.

"That's in the real world, in Europe and the United States." Chu Chongtian said, "In the small town, how many 'Jacks' have we encountered, besides that Jack White?" Not a single one, it's not a common name. ”

"It's not a common name, everyone just calls it that."

"Think about it, the information file we got directly says 'Jack the Ripper', why would Gran Field name the murderer like that?"

"Officially defined as a case of serial murder by Jack the Ripper, there must be a reason!"

"The name Jack should be a clue no less than the importance of a dagger."

"I was wrong many times! This time, let me get it right once according to the probability! ”

Chu Chongtian was very excited.

A mistake for a moment, a mistake for a lifetime?!

I Chu Chongtian is not convinced!

"Makes sense."

Tang Luo nodded again, and the Buddha agreed.

"Master, let's go to the Grand Field and ask why it's called Jack the Ripper." Chu Chongtian said.

"Okay."

The three of them arrive at the messy Grand Field.

After several rolls of eyes and impatient scolding, they got what they wanted.

Jack the Ripper, officially named by Inspector Glen Field.

Probably after the third murder, the detective was officially named and notified of a full investigation.

The clue actually points to the top sheriff in the small town?

Moreover, the sheriff is dead.

The bodies were taken away by the family and the funerals were held.

Why the detective called the murderer Jack, no one knows.

Maybe the deputy detective who was close to the detective knew, but that one was also dead.

The remaining deputy detective actually doesn't have a good relationship with the detective.

All of the Inspector's personal belongings have been sent home.

So, Tang Luo and the others went to the detective's house again.

After presenting the document, they were allowed into the study by the Inspector's family, perhaps because of the Inspector's autograph on it.

See what you find.

Originally, they were all ready to come by force or night detectives.

Now rummaging step by step, there is no excessive peak loop.

Tang Luo forcibly opened the safe hidden in the desk cabinet in the study.

The password to the safe is not clear to the detective's family.

For the time being, there was no locksmith or blacksmith to force it open.

Therefore, it has been well preserved.

Inside was a revolver, a few bullets, some money, some papers, and a diary.

Quietly put away the diary and told the detective's family that the safe was broken and that there was something in it.

Tang Luo and the three of them left and looked at the diary.

"it!"

After a few minutes, Chu Chongtian couldn't help but exclaim.

"Can play."

Tang Luo commented.

The diary records the Inspector's colorful nightlife, which can be played very well.

But that's clearly not what everyone wants.

Continuing to flip through quickly, the periods of the diary are not continuous.

Sometimes it's two or three times a week, sometimes it's just once.

There is also a situation that has passed for ten days and half a month.

"Torn off."

Soon, Tang Luo and the others saw the traces of the diary page being torn off.

"Not really."

Chu Chongtian sighed.

"If I want to complete task A, I will go to B, B will give me a task C, and if I want to complete task C, I will find D".

Fortunately, I turned a few more pages.

I thought there was no underneath, but it grew out again!

"Detective, what do you want to do?"

"Enter the palace gate, go to the root of life, see colleagues, and serve the emperor."

"If you don't go back......"

"And never go back!"

It's okay, it's okay, the detective is not this kind of person.

Chu Chongtian was suddenly pleasantly surprised, and watched it hungrily.

After a dozen or so blank pages, the time of re-recording was a few days before the first murder occurred-

November 23rd.

It's that nightmare again.

I wrote it down and tore it off again.

Now I know, I can't seem to get rid of it.

Thirteen days!

Thirteen days!

Same dream!

In my dream, I was lying on the cold, hard ground, and my vision was blurry.

Some figures were shaking, and I couldn't see clearly.

I don't know who they are.

Sharp pain came from my body, but I couldn't move.

Bear it little by little, until the moment when you suddenly wake up from a dream.

The pain was still there, slowly subsiding, as if they had ever existed.

November 24th.

The same dreams, the same vague scenes, the same intense pain.

Again, even struggling seems extravagant.

But this time, I vaguely heard a name - Jack.

Is it the name of "me" in the dream, or one of those vague figures?

November 25th.

Didn't dream today and it seems like I'm going to get rid of it?

November 26th.

There was a homicide last night, the deceased was disemboweled, and the effects were terrible.

The nightmare is gone, but the trouble of reality comes.

November 30th.

Another homide, damn it!

December 5th.

Well, this is the third case, and I started to have insomnia.

Maybe that's a good thing, at least I don't have to worry about nightmares.

December 8th.

I didn't have insomnia, I didn't have nightmares, it sounded like a good sign-

If it weren't for me waking up in the middle of the night and finding myself standing in my bedroom doorway!

Luckily, Mary and I slept in separate rooms five years ago.

At least she won't notice my sleepwalking?

December 10th.

I wanted to lock myself up because I found a trace of residual blood on my body.

I don't know what I'm sleepwalking for, I'm a little scared-

December 24th.

Well, apart from the damn serial homicides, there's nothing to worry about at the moment.

If you need to give a name to the murder case, let's call it the Ripper, the Ripper Jack case.