Most afraid, the air is suddenly quiet.

Ludon didn't know what to say for a while.

Good news: Todd is indeed not Jack the Ripper

The bad news: Todd is also a murderer, the serial kind.

In an instant, Ludon figured something out.

Todd lives in the Santa Fe neighborhood.

With Todd's identity, knowledge, and craftsmanship, he can live a better life in the fog as long as he wants.

Todd didn't do that, but stayed in the slum-like neighborhood of Santa Fe.

He kills people and burns corpses.

The corpse is very heavy, the dismemberment of the corpse is very tiring, the fuel for burning the corpse is also very expensive, and the stinky smoke of protein burning is difficult to hide...

It's not a one-man job.

Even if Todd could do it, with such a big movement and no one to help cover up the traces, he would have been arrested a long time ago!

And in the Santa Fe neighborhood, there is only one person who can do this kind of thing - the Godfather.

This is also the reason why Todd settled in the Santa Fe neighborhood.

The former godfather of the Santa Fe neighborhood was Todd's patron, and if he had guessed a little bolder, Todd might have been ordered to kill.

The Godfather sends his hated people to Todd's barbershop, and Todd takes the opportunity to kill them and incinerate the bodies...

The funeral one-stop service belongs to the yes.

And Todd's arrest further confirmed Luden's conjecture, without the blessing of the godfather, Todd would be like a mouse in the sun, sooner or later he would show his little black feet.

These things are not made up by Lu Deng's brain, but pieced together fragmentary clues, even if they are not the truth, they are not far from the truth.

Luden's eyes did not change, and his tone was still cold,

"Father-Brando knows about you, and you have proven your allegiance to the Divine State... Loyalty to the Godfathers. ”

Hearing Luden's words, Todd's expression softened.

At first, he was not sure if the other party was the messenger of the godfather.

Even if there is a new godfather, just cleaning up the mess in the Santa Fe neighborhood is enough of a headache, and where can you take care of him?

Under the previous godfather, Todd's identity has always been secretive, as if it didn't exist.

Todd retreated into the corner, like a wounded beast licking its wounds, and asked hoarsely,

"What do you need me to do?"

"Live."

So saying, Ludon walked towards the bars of the cell,

"You are to live until the Godfather allows you to die. Your heart doesn't beat for itself, believe me, even if you die, the Godfather will put his hand in your chest, squeeze your heart, and bring you back to this world..."

Listening to the other party's words, Todd shuddered for no reason.

He's a real murderer, even if it's not an exaggeration to call him a murderer.

Even so, when the other party said this, Todd only felt a chill down his spine, in front of the other party, he was like a helpless baby, and the other party was the real demon!

It's a strange feeling.

The only thing Todd was sure was that he smelled a breath from the other party.

A faint smell of blood.

He was sure that the blood on this man's hands was only a lot more than his own!

In the cell, Ludon shouted at the top of his voice,

"I was wronged—"

...

Even if Lundon was wronged, even if the people at Strange Bird Bookstore helped Lunden get through the relationship, even if the detective nodded in agreement...

Leaving the dungeon, it also took Ludon a lot of effort.

Strictly speaking, it's 3 shillings and 9 pence.

Because, Ludon only had so much money with him.

From this small encounter, it can be seen that the Fog Capital's respect for the Code is far inferior to that of the Divine State.

Etiquette is bad, etiquette is bad!

In fact, the vast majority of the times that Luton has experienced have been one of bad manners.

In history, there are only two periods when "etiquette does not collapse, and happiness does not break".

One in the past, one in the future.

The only thing that was able to make fun of the bitterness was that after Ludon was ransacked by the guards, he triggered the [Outlaw Maniac] and received a reward of 1 shilling.

Back in the carriage of the Strange Bird Bookstore, the old man looked at Luton apologetically, and presented him with 3 shillings and 9 pence.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Ludon."

The old man said helplessly,

"Since we decided to record, the secular forces have weakened a little bit."

He can influence the inspector in various ways, and even manipulate the detective, but he can't influence every guard.

Hades is easy to see, but the little ghost is difficult.

"Thank you for your generosity, you've done enough."

Luton accepted the money and looked back at the vigilantes.

3 shillings 9 pence.

This account, Lutdon wrote down in the ledger.

The money paid by the Inquisition, that is the money of the Inquisition.

What the security team stole was Luden's money!

accounts, to be clear.

The old man knew that this matter was not so easy to pass, but the fate of the security team was not his turn to worry about it as a god.

He sighed, trying to persuade something,

"Mr. Ludon, don't take such risks in the future, we can't guarantee your absolute safety."

Ludon shook his head,

"No one in this world is absolutely safe."

He didn't share his gains with the other party, and the old man didn't care about a pervert who killed a prostitute or anything else.

Ludon changed his words and said,

"I'm going to look into this case, and I need a semi-official identity, a disguise that will make me inconspicuous."

The old man nodded slowly and didn't say anything more.

Ludon glanced at the other party in some surprise and emphasized,

"It's the deal."

"I know, Mr. Luden."

"As a deal, you can put forward a condition."

"I know, Mr. Luden."

The old man didn't know how many times he sighed, looked ahead helplessly, and explained,

"Our conditions are simple, and you will definitely agree to them."

He said solemnly,

"Allow us to document your story, and we can promise never to make it public."

Luden did not hesitate to accept this condition.

"No problem."

That night, Ludon returned to the orphanage in a carriage, washed up in cold water, had dinner, and returned to the third floor to rest.

The next day, a visitor broke the silence of the orphanage.

There are very few visitors to the orphanage, and even if there are, they are all evil customers, who come to collect debts.

The new dean seemed to have magical powers, and when he arrived, the whole orphanage was a little lively.

The visitor was a young woman with pale blonde curly hair, not tall and very temperamental.

She told Sister Fercy that she had come to see the abbot.

Sister Fesse subconsciously asked,

"You're the Dean's wife?"

The woman winked mischievously,

"Is the dean's wife as pretty as I am?"

Sister Fercy: ......

She asked, "Is the dean handsome, and if so, I can consider it." ”

"I'm sorry, I was mistaken, I just thought... You and the Dean seem to be a good match, oh my God, what am I talking about, Holy Father, please forgive me for my sins..."

Sister Fessie took the woman upstairs to meet the abbot.

When he found Ludon, he was in the library on the second floor, reading a newspaper from a few days ago.

"Hello, Mr. Luden."

Without the need for Sister Faisy's introduction, the woman walked up generously and stretched out her hand to greet Ludon,

"I'm Miller reporter from Lucky Newspaper, you can call me Miss Miller, I have something about Jack the Ripper, I want to ask you, is it convenient? If you can provide valuable information, Lucky Newspaper is willing to pay handsomely. ”

Lucky Newspaper?

A familiar name.

Ludon stood up to shake hands and invited Millet to sit down, while letting Sister Faisy leave.

"Miss Millet, forgive me for offending, I am a member of the Divine State, and I am bound by the Holy Code of Law wherever I am."

Ludon looked straight at Miller and said seriously,

"You're not a journalist, and you're not here for an interview."

Miller leaned back, with a sly smile on his face, and put down the pen and notebook in his hand.

"Why, Mr. Luden?"

"First, you are not from the Divine State, you are from Wudu."

Ludon said slowly,

"The Lucky Newspaper is the newspaper of the Divine State, and they prefer to hire the Divine State, even if they are willing to use the Wudu people, they will not invite a noble lady like you."

Miller objected,

"Why can't I be a god?"

"Accent, beautiful lady, accent."

Ludon stopped the other party from wanting to refute and continued,

"Maybe the accent doesn't tell the whole story, but few gods call me Mr. Ludon."

Miller was stunned.

Of course, she had taken history classes, and she knew the history of the Divine State.

However, the moment she met Mr. Ludon, she didn't feel too much wrong with the name.

Only true people of the Divine State will understand the weight of the words "Mr. Luden" in the Divine State.

Millet is indeed not a god.

Still stiff-mouthed, she asked,

"Even if I'm not from the Divine State, then why am I a young lady of your family?"

Luden shook his head with a smile and said casually,

"I was able to buy first-hand information from a private detective, I wore clothes that looked second-hand but were actually neat, and I even bought a whole outfit to disguise myself as a reporter... Your hands are smoother than milk, you haven't woven, you haven't washed your clothes... I can't find a second possibility other than Miss Aristory. ”

Mi Le was convinced, and said with emotion,

"You're more charismatic than you say."

Ludon just smiled and nodded, implicitly accepting the other party's compliment, and didn't say anything more.

Mi Le retracted his smile and said solemnly,

"I want to know more about Jack the Ripper, I'm writing a story about him, which will be serialized in the newspapers, it must be a hit!"

"Todd was wronged."

Ludon said nonchalantly,

"There will be new victims, I guess, Jack the Ripper will be angry, he'll be committing the crime soon."

"You guessed it again... Ludon, I mean, Mr. Dean. ”

Miller avoided the words "Mr. Luden" and asked cautiously,

"What did you do before, detective? I've never seen such an observant and inferent person as you, you should be a detective! ”

Luden said flatly,

"You don't need to say these compliments, Miss Miller, you came to me because you wanted me to go with me to check the scene and look for clues to the murderer, right?"

Miller sighed,

"yes, that's amazing, you guessed it again."

In less than five minutes, she had been impressed by the detective-like man in front of her.

No way.

Lutdon is too good to load.

Ludon put down the newspaper completely and said seriously,

"I can accompany you to the crime scene to see what you might expect, and in return, you need to come to this orphanage regularly and give vocal lessons to the children or something."

Before Luden's words fell, Miller nodded hurriedly,

"Deal!"

For her, being able to reach a long-term cooperative relationship with someone like Ludon is sure to make a profit!

Ludon stood up and set off with the other party to investigate the case together.

The breeze blew a corner of the newspaper on the table, and under the newspaper lay a document about Miss Millet.

The heresy trial provides, the details are appropriate, and the children are not deceived.

There are two kinds of detectives in the world.

One is an unpredictable prophet, who is like a god. Take a peek and see the whole leopard, look for the devil in the details,

Another... It seems to be ordinary, but it can be on par with the former.

Mr. Ludon is the latter kind of detective.

Ask him the secret of being a detective?

Mr. Lutden will modestly say, "Without him, only the hand is familiar." ”

If you chase after it, break the casserole and ask to the end.

Luton will reveal the real answer:

"When you encounter something, you keep asking Du Niang."

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