In the face of Dr. William's kind reminder, this Sir Thompson was not ignorant, but he could not accept that he would take less medicine or quit morphine for pain, but said with a bitter face:

"Jonathan, you know, I've always prided myself on being a strong knight...... But Heavenly Father is above, and I must admit that this little fault has completely defeated me and made my pride a joke. Once the disease occurs in that place, the pain is too unbearable, so ...... It's a problem that bothers me now – morphine doesn't work for me anymore, especially when I'm sick.

"So, is there any way to cure this problem once and for all?"

Dr. William frowned slightly, he looked at Thompson, and said:

"Again, Francis (who may have been talking to Thompson for a long time, and Dr. William is unconsciously used to calling each other by his nickname frequently), you have to quit some habits, such as drinking, horses, ...... Also, try not to stay up late. If you will...... I can also ask my wife to prepare some herbal medicine for you to clear away heat and detoxify, it can really relieve your hot constitution......"

"Oh, no, no, no, my dear friend! This is absolutely not a no-go. Your wife—oh, I never ...... to Liz Oh, and this little Mr. Stephen is irreverent—the evil witchcraft of the East that she loves is totally unacceptable to my doctrines. As for what you said about drinking, horseback riding...... Oh, and what fun would my life have without both? ”

It was clear that Dr. William had no choice but to do anything about Sir Thompson, and he should have known this before he spoke, but only out of professional ethics and kindly reminded him.

Therefore, Dr. William shook his head slightly, put down the black teacup, and motioned to Zhou Daoan to help him pack up the medical tools, while saying:

"Well, I don't have anything too good to do, Francis. If you get sick later and can't stand the pain, you can use a little morphine. The wound is getting worse, feel free to come to me......"

"Oh, wait, Jonathan......" Thompson, who was lying on his stomach, hurriedly said, retaining Dr. William, "Jonathan, you know, morphine has a very weak effect on me right now. Last week, Howard asked me to go to the manor to run a horse, and I was already sick at that time, and I wanted to use morphine to suppress the pain, but I ended up using a full dose of medicine, but the effect was still not enough. No matter how much I have, I don't dare to use it. So I had to politely decline Howard's invitation......"

He paused, his voice unconsciously lowering a little, "Isn't there any other potion that can replace morphine?" I've heard that a new drug has been developed on the Germanic side, but it hasn't been announced yet......"

Dr. William's eyes flickered slightly, and he was silent for a long time before he spoke, "There is indeed such a thing. In fact, more than 10 years ago, when Knight was working at the Notre Maria Hospital, he had already found a way to make this medicine - a purified version of morphine, which was much, much more effective than morphine...... But its side effects are uncertain. The Germanic people were more daring to experiment, and according to them, the drug was not even addictive at all, and could perfectly replace morphine...... It's just that we're still skeptical. ”

"Oh? Oh! Is it? Jonathan, you are a professional and surely know the effects of this medicine...... The Germans, although unpleasant, produced something very good. So...... Do you think this medicine can be tried? Oh, by the way, what's this medicine called? Although it is not on the market yet, since it has been developed, it must be able to get it, right? ”

Like a drowning man trying to grasp any straw, Sir Thompson, who was already suffering from his illness, clearly had more expectations for the new drug than he feared about the uncertainty of the new drug. He couldn't wait to look like an inquiry, completely ignoring the "skeptical" attitude of Dr. William's words.

"Knight named it 'Hero.'" Since he was asked, Dr. William only answered truthfully.

"'Hero'? Oh, that's a great name! Is it because it can make even the most pain-fearing cowards find heroism? Or is it the hero who saves people like me who are suffering from pain? As a poet, Thompson's literary and artistic brain supplement has allowed Thompson to give the name of this new drug a perfect interpretation.

However, by the time Dr. William uttered the word "hero", Zhou Daoan already understood what the two men were discussing as a substitute for morphine—hero was its translation, and if it was transliterated, it should be called herloin.

Zhou Daoan knows this thing very well - later generations don't know how much warning education has been done for it. This drug is indeed a super upgraded version of morphine, which is powerful, but at the same time, its addictive nature is absolutely completely morphine, and it is basically impossible to quit if you get it. Therefore, the "no side effects at all" mentioned by Germain Pharmaceutical must be nonsense, and as for why it is so advertised, the reason may be complicated. Anyway, Zhou Daoan, who came from later generations, knew very well that during World War II, there were not a few German soldiers who took drugs, and it is difficult to say whether it was those hallucinogens that made them so crazy.

But at the moment, his identity is definitely not good, and it is impossible to say bluntly that this drug will make people addictive and cannot get rid of it, and the harm far outweighs the benefits. He could only look at Dr. William to see what he could say.

Dr. William heard Thompson involuntarily praise the new drug, and he also understood that Jazz, who was pouting his ass and looking pale at the moment, had already regarded this medicine as a savior.

"Yes, although this drug is not on the market, it can be obtained." Dr. William chose to tell the truth anyway.

"That's great, Jonathan, I remember that you and Knight used to be colleagues, and then he was your subordinate...... So can you ......," Sir Thompson said, with an expectant look on his face.

At this moment, the door of the study was suddenly pushed open. Sir Thompson's butler hurried in with a telegram. He first bowed politely to the people in the study, but his face did not hide the eagerness in the slightest—

"I'm sorry to disturb you, gentlemen, but...... Master, this is an urgent shipment just sent by the company, and you need to know and make a decision......"

With that, he walked forward quickly and handed an envelope to Thompson, who was lying on his stomach.

"Oh, urgent express? Eighty percent of the young people didn't dare to take risks, and they encountered some big news...... My eyes are very bad now...... Leonard, please read it directly - there are no outsiders here, it doesn't matter. Thompson said that he was clearly looking to Dr. William now, so even if something happened, he put on a trusting appearance, and did not shy away from suspicion at all, showing closeness.

Having said that, the butler was "as good as a stream" and quickly opened the envelope that the postman hastened to deliver. In fact, Thompson guessed correctly, the content of the letter was to ask the deputy editor Thompson for advice on whether to publish a news story - even if it is not published now, it will be published in the newspaper soon after, so the confidentiality is ...... As long as you are not a colleague in the press, there is no need to hide it.

"H.E. Thompson's Gazetteer:

This morning the news agency received a letter (see annex) claiming to be the perpetrator of the previous three murders involving women who sold themselves. This person confessed in an extremely playful tone that he was responsible for the three murders, and entrusted our agency to make his letters public. He also stated that he would 'play a game' with the police station, and he would continue to commit crimes. We are uncertain about the authenticity of the letter and cannot predict the social impact of the letter, but McCallini, who was in charge of following the news, insisted that it should be published in the newspaper immediately. Since the president is on a business trip in the Celtic region at the moment, His Excellency Tru has made up his mind.

Ben Davis"

The letter is very brief, but it makes things clear. Zhou Daoan, who was listening in the room, had his ears pricked up when he heard the first sentence of the letter. Again, Dr. William was focused—they looked at each other, and they both saw shock in each other's eyes.

But Dr. William's surprise was because he didn't expect to encounter the case that made him "unjustly imprisoned" in a single visit, or that the murderer was so arrogant that he dared to write a letter to publicly provoke.

And Zhou Daoan's surprise was because although he knew that this ripper had written to tease the police many times and made himself completely famous, Zhou Daoan could not remember the details of which newspaper he submitted the "draft" to. The current situation is that this otherworldly ripper, with a striking resemblance, is completing his own milestones. Zhou Daoan himself coincidentally became a witness to this milestone. Darkly, this case always seems to be related to him...... He couldn't help but wonder, what was the original intention of his mission to the Fog Capital of the Other World? Let him be a witness to this famous unsolved case? Or to get him involved again.

No matter how Zhou Daoan thinks about it, this matter has already happened. At this time, the butler Leonard had already continued to take out another piece of paper in the envelope - that is, the letter quietly sent by the murderer!

Zhou Daoan couldn't help but take a slight step to the right, allowing himself to stand right behind the housekeeper, and he could see this famous letterhead from a distance.

Sure enough, as I knew in later life, this letter was written in red ink throughout, the handwriting was sharp and weird, and the pen blade was more like a wound drawn with the tip of a pen, and there was a bloody look with red ink. The handwriting of the reverse front also indicates that the writer used his left hand. Between the lines, there are also several fingerprints printed, some are clear and profound, some are shallow and blurry, and the size is not the same, I don't know if the murderer left it unintentionally or deliberately-