"Dear Boss,

I know that many enthusiastic citizens are concerned about whether I have been arrested. What I want to say is that I am talking to you freely at this moment. I couldn't help but laugh when I heard the clever statement that there had been a breakthrough in the investigation of the case. Especially that joke about 'trapping' really makes me happy.

I hate those women, and I'm not going to stop slitting their chests - unless I'm arrested or dead, and I'm going to keep going until then. By the way, you did a good job last time, right? I didn't give the woman a chance to escape—though she screamed. Those stupid strips are stupidly catching the wrong people...... I love this job and I'm going to keep doing it, and soon you'll hear about my funny little tricks again."

I left a bottle of 'red paint' last time, but unfortunately it quickly stuck like glue and could not be used, so now I have to use red ink to fulfill my wishes. Haha, next time I'll use scissors to cut off the woman's ears and give them to the strips, that must be fun. My knives are so sharp that I'm so good that I want to get to work right away when I get the chance.

Good luck

You guys are sincere - Jack the Ripper

Sorry, I put my name on it, please don't mind. ”

The letter was later named "Dear Boss" because of its playful opening title. If this letter were seen by Harold or Frank, he would probably be so angry that he would stomp his feet.

But now the letter was delivered to the newspaper, and the person who read it was the deputy editor-in-chief of the newspaper, and his position was not that of the police, who had a vocation to arrest criminals. So, Sir Thompson's eyes lit up when he saw the letter! With his keen senses as a writer and editor-in-chief, he has been able to weave this letter into an incomparably wonderful story!

And if a newspaper publishes such a story, there is no doubt that the readership will continue to rise – mind you, this is not the age of the information explosion or the abundance of entertainment. The dull and monotonous lives of the masses are in dire need of some sensory stimulation, and what could be more appealing than a story that is real, legendary, bloody, and violent (the killing of a woman who sells herself can be sexually aroused)?

Thinking of this, our associate editor-in-chief, Sir Thompson, was already emotional:

"Father, please forgive this man who is full of murderous sins...... In the same way, please punish women who violate ethics and morals...... Ah, that's big news! And it should be the first news in history that the murderer took the initiative to contact the newspaper and confess his crimes! Of course, if you want to publish, you must also use the front page headline! The case has been investigated for so long, and the police have not made a clear statement, and the public has the right to know! They should know all this. ”

There are already several meanings in these words: first, Sir Thompson used "forgiveness" for this murderous sinner, and "punishment" for the prostitution. It may not sound easy to notice the difference, but it shows that subconsciously, this Sir Thompson has put the status of the killer even higher.

Why? Because in the eyes of Sir Thompson and even many of the upper classes, although the Ripper was heinous, the women he slaughtered were equally abhorrent to them. That's right, even if they all love Fengyue, peach, and prostitution, as long as they are in front of people, they will put on a gentleman's appearance, and try their best to condemn these poor people at the bottom who corrupt the social atmosphere.

Therefore, even if this is a murderous murderer, what he slaughters is a despicable prostitution, and in the eyes of many people, this is even a defender!

Second, it's a big news story with a lot of "firsts". And the "incompetence" of the police has given the factor of social dissatisfaction. If the newspaper had asked the police about the course of the case on behalf of the public, Fred's argument would have been acceptable. However, now that the murderer has taken the initiative to bypass the police and submit articles to the newspaper, is there any reason for the police to prevent the publication of the news?

I can think of it with my toes, and no newspaper will let go of this exciting news! As for whether it will cause trouble to the police...... Sorry, that's your business! We all have our own responsibilities!

Also, as a knight, a well-known figure in society, and in the name of deputy editor-in-chief of the Central News Agency, Thompson is not afraid of or cares about the thoughts of the police at all!

Sir Thompson replied on the spot—he asked Leonard, the butler, to write it for him, and asked him to personally deliver the letter back to the company in a carriage, and watch the editors write, print, and publish it immediately.

After all this, Thompson remembered that Dr. William and Zhou Daoan were here! He smiled apologetically and returned to painkillers.

"Jonathan, to tell you the truth, Edward also invited me to a very important social gathering in Yorkshire on the 29th, and I need this magic medicine to keep me from making a fool of myself......"

In fact, at this moment, whether it is Zhou Daoan or Dr. William, his mind is no longer on cure.

For Zhou Daoan, he witnessed the emergence of this historical process, and his thoughts had already drifted to the police, considering how Fred would respond; For Dr. William, who was once suspected of being a criminal, he was also the "Dr. Thomas" who helped sell women to have abortions with compassion, and hoped that the real murderer could be arrested as soon as possible.

I wonder what kind of twists and turns Sir Thompson's operation will bring to the case? The public, especially those who sell their bodies, will also panic......

Sighing secretly, Dr. William regained his senses.

"I'll give it a try! If I can get it, I'll ask Stephen to bring it to you. Dr. William finally said, getting up as he prepared to take his leave.

"Thank you so much, Jonathan, you are truly my savior! Elizabeth, send Jonathan...... on my behalf" Thompson was immediately overjoyed when he heard Dr. William's reply, but he could not move on his stomach, and the butler sent the letter again, and hurriedly asked the middle-aged beautiful woman who had been sitting on the edge of the bed to read the newspaper to him to help deliver the distinguished guest.

This middle-aged woman named Elizabeth was very tall, and she looked like she was in her thirties just by looking at her makeup. But given Sir Thompson's age, if the woman had been his wife, she would have been forty or fifty.

Elizabeth, who had blonde hair, politely asked the two to leave and led the way. Out of the room, Zhou Daoan was half a step behind, only to notice that this middle-aged beautiful woman was always staring at Dr. William - in the room before, because of the successive events, no one paid attention to this woman's eyes.

Dr. William's senses were also very acute, and he also noticed the strange look of the woman next to him. But in this Sir Thompson's house, it would be rude to ask anything at random.

Fortunately, the middle-aged beautiful woman did not delay her work, and when she was sent to the first floor, she spoke:

"If I'm not mistaken...... You should be called Dr. Thomas? ”

This sentence directly shocked Dr. William and Zhou Daoan behind him! The name was familiar to them, of course, but again, they didn't want to hear it again at this moment - especially Dr. William, who had ended his collaboration with the big mouse since that arrest and was determined to get rid of the "Dr. Thomas" identity once and for all.

Now, at Sir Thompson's house, a lady suddenly mentioned the name, and Dr. William's astonishment can be imagined! If his old friend Thompson knew that he had worked as an abortion doctor...... That would really ruin his reputation!

"You...... Mistaken person, ma'am. "Fortunately, Dr. William has also seen wind and waves, and his expression has always been rather old-fashioned, and he has not shown any abnormality.

"No, I may misremember your name, but ...... As long as I've seen it, I can't be mistaken. Two years ago, in the East End, you helped one of my sisters solve a big problem, and I was there for her. To be honest, I was impressed with your superb technique – at first I thought it would be terrifying. Fortunately, the problem was solved, my sister was not guilty, and two weeks later, she was back to 'work'. ”

The middle-aged beautiful woman spoke briskly and without any cover. The information in it was revealed, and Dr. William couldn't help frowning-

"What do you mean...... You're not Francis's ......"

"Oh, I'm his woman now, yes. But that's only about 1 year! I used to do that – I don't want to deny it, and although Francis minded about me bringing it up, I don't think the past can be changed, the important thing is the ...... now."

Middle-aged beauties may have some culture, and there are some philosophies in their words. But now is not the time to lament her values.

"Sorry...... No disrespect to you, but how did you get to Francis? After all, his attitude ...... I'm sorry, I'm a little confused. Dr. William made up his mind that he would not reveal anything until he confirmed the intentions and identity of this middle-aged beautiful woman, and what role she played by his old friend's side.

"There's nothing bad to talk about. Francis has been widowed for many years, but there will always be a need...... Francis's need for that was not great, but it was still there.

"I 'served' him quite by chance, and he liked to talk a few words after he was done—he was a poet, so he was very interested. Maybe it's because I talked to him for a few words, and I can pick up on what he said! Or maybe I went to school, I could read, and I believed in Heavenly Father with him...... Anyway, he asked me out several more times after that. The last time, he just asked me to stay with him - oh, the kind that didn't have a name.

"You also know that I don't expect a good ending with my background. But Francis was very good to me, plus his financial strength...... So I agreed. You see, now that I have no connection with my old life, I can learn a lot by talking to Francis and reading the newspaper to him every day...... This is probably my new life. Elizabeth smiled.