If anyone who has studied serial killers should know the name of Whitechapel, Jack the Ripper, who carried forward the term "serial killer", was a serial crime in the Whitechapel generation and became famous in one fell swoop.

But after the previous case in Whitechapel District in search of a deadly oil painting, I lost my excitement about the place. Locals were skeptical about the existence of Whitechapel in London's history, and this incident even made me doubt the authenticity of Jack the Ripper.

Fortunately, it's not Jack who we're investigating, it's a young man who suddenly goes berserk and kills someone in a subway station.

Like most buildings in the UK, Whitechapel Station looks very plain, and there are not many people coming in and out of the station, so I wonder if this has anything to do with the murder that happened here yesterday.

Qiao Wei found the place of the accident by comparing the pictures in the newspaper.

The police didn't put a cordon on here, and there was no blood on the ground, but blood and anything like that weren't what we were looking for, and traditionally we had to first determine the nature of the murder - was it a ghost, a monster, or a god? Or maybe it's just a man-made accident.

Qiao Wei carefully inspected the street lamp where the crime occurred, and I also wore vision glasses to check nearby, and took off the glasses from time to time to compare, and in my opinion, there was nothing unusual here in the street lamp at the entrance of the station, and I couldn't see any ghostly aura.

"Doesn't look like a ghost?" I said to Qiao Wei.

Qiao Wei didn't answer immediately, but put his hand on the pergola and looked up at the sky slightly.

Today's sun is very sufficient, and the temperature is above 10 degrees Celsius, which feels very warm, perhaps it is difficult for yin qi to gather in this kind of open area with direct sunlight in this weather, which should be the reason why Qiao Wei has been unable to draw conclusions.

“hi！ john……”

Just as we were observing around the lamppost, suddenly a woman's voice came from a distance from the direction of the subway station.

I only understood the greeting sentence in the first place, and the long list of things she said later was something I didn't quite understand, but I was sure that the woman was greeting Qiao Wei, and Qiao Wei obviously recognized the other party.

Qiao Wei was stunned for a moment when he first heard the woman's voice, and then he immediately smiled and greeted the woman and hugged her. After a brief chat, Qiao Wei beckoned, obviously asking me to come over and introduce me to the woman.

"She and I have a friend from the fencing club, Bonin, who once won the foil championship in the junior category of the London Championships, and she is definitely a master of the best!" Qiao Wei introduced his friend.

I quickly nodded and smiled at Berning, and then showed off a little basic English: "Hello! MyNameis Thunder! At the same time, I took a quick look at the woman, Berning.

Her height should be around 162, she is not pretty, faint freckles can be faintly seen on the bridge of her nose and upper cheeks, her hair will exceed her chin, she should belong to the category of short hair, plus a set of neutral jackets, jeans, and sneakers, making her look a bit like a tomboy.

Soon, this tomboy Boning also responded to me with a smile, and as soon as she opened her mouth, I was shocked, and she actually answered me in Chinese: "Hello, in fact, you can speak Chinese to me, I understand." My name is Berning, and it's a pleasure to meet you. ”

She speaks Chinese very slippery, and if I closed my eyes and didn't look at her appearance, I would never have thought that this was a foreign girl!

"You speak Chinese too well, right? It's more standard than Qiao Wei! I quickly exclaimed.

"That's because I live in Hebei, otherwise I guess I would have made a tune with Qiao Wei."

"Hebei? You're also half-blooded? I asked curiously, taking a closer look at the tomboy in front of me below. Her hair was light brown, her skin was very white, and her facial contours were of European race, and there was no trace of a mestizo at all.

Berning pursed his lips and smiled, then shook his head and said, "No, my parents are British, they both work in China all year round, and I was also born in China." ”

"Oh, I see! So you and Qiao Wei have known each other in China? ”

"No, I met him at the All England Fencing Championships. I overheard him speaking Chinese and spoke it super well, so I went over and talked to him for a few words, so we got to know him. But then he went back to China, and we didn't see each other for a long time. ”

As he spoke, Berning glanced at me, then turned his head and smiled mysteriously at Qiao Wei and asked, "Are you two coming back to travel and get married?" ”

That's a bit of a joke! Qiao Wei and I hurriedly waved our hands, and rushed to explain that we were not that kind of relationship at all, and I had a wife, and he was already engaged!

Berning was clearly very disappointed with the result, and it was unabashedly written on her face.

Qiao Wei shrugged his shoulders at me helplessly, "No way, this is Britain!" ”

I don't know what the source of the rotten girl culture is, but I have heard Shu Xin call Britain "the country of rotten nature" more than once, and now I have completely understood it.

The misunderstanding was cleared up, but Berning's curiosity about me and Qiao Wei remained, and she immediately asked about Weishenme Qiao Wei would suddenly return to England, and what Weishenme would be mysteriously looking for at the entrance of this subway station.

Qiao Wei didn't answer Berning immediately, but asked rhetorically, "Will you be here?" I think you don't seem to have any plans to live in the UK permanently, do you? ”

"Looks like if I didn't answer your question first, you wouldn't be telling me the truth?"

Qiao Wei raised his eyebrows and made a "please" gesture.

Berning sighed helplessly, and then said, "Actually, I came back from Rome half a year ago, and I am currently preparing for the Holy See's professional exorcist exam. ”

"What? Did I hear me right?! Qiao Wei's eyes widened in surprise.

"You heard it right! Otherwise, what do you think I'm going to Rome for? You don't think my life is all about fencing, do you? Anyway, don't you consider fencing your profession, and there's another secret message for you, in fact, when I was in the Vatican, I also heard your father's exorcism class, and that class was really wonderful! ”

"You became my dad's student?"

"It's just a class, if you insist on saying it's his student!"

There was obvious pride in Berning's tone, as if Qiao Wei's unreliable father should be a well-known figure in the Holy See and the exorcism world. But it's not surprising if you think about it carefully, after all, Qiao Wei's father is a royal exorcist, and it is definitely not easy to be associated with the word "royal" in the UK!

"So you're coming back for class?" Qiao Wei continued to ask.

"Almost, I'm a trainee exorcist now, and I need some practical support in addition to theoretical knowledge. Something strange happened here yesterday, and I felt it was very important to come and take a look, and in fact quite a few exorcists were already paying attention to it. ”

Qiao Wei and I couldn't help but glance at each other—it seemed that we were in company for this investigation, and there were quite a few of them.