An open-top carriage drove down the street, its wheels pressed against the tracks, moving neither fast nor slow.

"I hate the weather in the foggy capital."

Luton covered his mouth and nose with a handkerchief, trying to make himself more comfortable.

The air quality here is very unfriendly to Ludden.

When he was alone, Ludon would wear that black mask to protect against poison, even when he slept.

Air pollution is a big headache.

The biggest headache is that the air is free.

Even if you have money, you can't buy clean air for yourself.

In a way, the royal family of the Fog Capital breathed the same bad air and suffered the same devastation as Luden.

"It wasn't like that in previous years."

Miss Miller still has a little sense of honor in the fog, and defended the fog,

"In recent years, some coal mines have been discovered, and everyone has started to burn coal, and there is a lot of smoke during this season."

Colliery?

Recent?

Luden caught two key words and asked quietly,

"What interesting things do you know about the history of the fog capital? Please forgive my ignorance, as a Divine Being, just learning the history of the Divine State is enough of a headache. ”

Miller was amused by Lunden's words, she had not come into contact with many people in the Divine State, and most of the Divine People were very proud of the 1,200-year history of the Divine State.

Inherited from Qiyun, they are the last defenders of civilization, exterminating the orcs, returning human freedom, and allowing the seeds of civilization to blossom in the land.

With such a glorious history, the state of God does have the confidence to point fingers at other countries on the high ground.

Be proud, God!

Miss Millet thought for a moment, and spoke again,

"After the destruction of the orcs, the Divine Empire ruled all the lands that could be explored, and everyone surrendered to the Divine Empire until the emperor died, and the empire fell apart overnight"

Augustus' death was an important turning point in the transformation of the Divine State from prosperity to decline.

The empire is divided into countless countries, and the world is forever at war, also known as the Age of Chaos!

When, hundreds of years later, people sorted out this history, they were surprised to find.

Dubbed the 'Dark Ages', the orc-ravages were far higher than the Age of Chaos, even if you count slaves!

Hearing this, Luden couldn't help but shake his head and said with emotion,

"Sure enough, without the restraint of orcs, humans can kill each other faster."

Unleashed the nature of yes.

Miller didn't know what to say, so she could only smile awkwardly but politely.

She continued,

"In the midst of the war, people escaped from the land and found these islands, which were first occupied by pirates."

That's right.

The people of Wudu are pure pirate blood, and they are skull banners.

In this regard, the people of Wudu are not embarrassed, and they have not decorated anything.

They are even proud of pirates!

Thanks to the abundance of the island, the discovery of several coal and iron mines, and the increasing number of immigrants, the small United Kingdom soon grew into a force to be reckoned with in the civilized world.

"Here we are, Dean."

The conversation came to an abrupt end, and the carriage came to a steady stop outside the Santa Fe neighborhood.

"Sure enough, it's here."

Lu Deng's eyes turned cold as he looked at the busy figures of the security team members in front of him.

This is his neighborhood.

Luton hadn't gone to the Ripper's troubles yet, and the other party had come here to make trouble first.

"Sure enough?"

Hearing Luden's words, Miller was a little surprised,

"Dean, why do you think Jack the Ripper would do it here?"

Miller was intrigued by Luden's reasoning process.

Moreover, Miller was a quick learner, and she had changed her name to Lundon as the dean instead of Mr. Lutden.

It's an offensive term for the people of God, and this is the Santa Fe neighborhood.

Lundon didn't want to make a fuss, either.

He patiently explained,

"The vigilantes caught the wrong person, and Jack the Ripper was so angry that he sent postcards to the newspaper and openly provoked the vigilantes in order to get more attention.

Overnight, all that attention was snatched up by nobodies, which would undoubtedly infuriate him. ”

Listening to Luden's explanation, Miller quickly recorded on the paper and said his doubts at the same time,

"Dean, I can understand what you said to provoke you, but why does it have to be the Santa Fe neighborhood?"

"Because, Todd is from the Santa Fe neighborhood."

Luden didn't sell the guanzi and said the answer straightforwardly,

"He is not only going to humiliate the vigilantes, but he is also going to humiliate Todd and everything that angers him."

The place of the crime, the place where the body was dumped, was chosen in the Santa Fe neighborhood.

No, even the target could be Miss Station Street in the Santa Fe neighborhood.

Luton didn't meet with Polly the Canary, and if Lutdon guessed correctly, the other party would soon come looking for him.

Jack the Ripper wreaks havoc in the Santa Fe neighborhood and kills her prostitutes.

This is no ordinary criminal anymore, the godfather must be dispatched!

The two walked forward as they talked.

Miller knew the security team very well, casually explained Luden's identity, and led him to the scene of the crime.

The place where the body was dumped, without any novelty, was a barbershop.

That's right, Todd's barbershop.

The barbershop was on the second floor, and Ludon and Millet walked up the stairs.

Before they could enter the scene of the crime, a hearty laugh came out,

"My little friend, you brought that detective again?"

A bearded detective, with short brown hair, a leather jacket, and a cigar in his mouth, strode towards the two men.

The detective looked at Ludon and asked tentatively,

"The people of the fog?"

Among the many wonders that Miller brought to the scene of the crime, Lutten made the best first impression.

Luden shook his head, "Divine Beings." ”

The detective immediately dispelled the idea of shaking hands with the other party, and turned his back to the two.

"Ray Norman, call me Inspector Ray."

Inspector Lei pointed to the tragedy in front of the barber table and said dissatisfied,

"A madman from the Divine State."

Ludon followed the other man's guidance.

A prostitute, placed on a chair, with a dozen wounds in her body, blood flowing down the wound, pooling into pools of blood on the ground, spreading along the gap to the surroundings.

The prostitute has her back to the mirror and faces Ludon.

On the mirror, a few words were written in blood:

Idiot!

That's all the crime scene, full of gore and violence, with a peculiar aesthetic.

Ludon only glanced at the corpse for a few moments, and then began to look at the layout of the entire barbershop, and did not seem to have any interest in the corpse.

Inspector Ray stared at Miller's new partner, his hands around his arms, watching each other's every move with interest.

Inspector Lei has arrested many prisoners, and there are not 100 but 80 who have been sent to the gallows, and he has dealt with the most vicious criminals all year round.

He knew very well that the young man in front of him was not frightened.

Miller, who has been in and out of the scene of the crime all year round, was a little uncomfortable when he saw this hellish scene.

The young man didn't.

The way he looked at the corpse was too cold, like looking at a dead pig, a dead dog, or a piece of wood. There is no difference.

I don't know why, Inspector Ray smelled danger in this young man.

It was the detective's intuition.

As a detective, he asked bluntly,

"Miller, where did you find this guy?"

Miller recounted everything that happened today, and admired Luden's god-like reasoning process!

"What's this?"

Inspector Lei said disdainfully,

"This guy may have read Ling's information in advance, this kind of thing, I can do it."

Inspector Ray turned his gaze to Luden again, and said quietly,

"Detectives, don't spend their true skills on women."

Lutdon had a case in front of him.

If he really had as magical as Millet said. Prove it to Inspector Ray!

After entering the scene of the crime, Ludon has been looking around all the corners, but he is not too interested in the real body.

Inspector Lei couldn't bear it anymore and was ready to ask out loud to see if this guy had real skills or was a parallel import.

Ludon asked first,

"The deceased should have been stabbed thirteen or twelve times in his body, right, if I'm not mistaken, the murder weapon used for each stab wound is different!"

Millet set her eyes on Inspector Ray, who hadn't stepped forward to study the corpse and didn't know the number.

Inspector Lei's face changed first, and then he asked in a deep voice,

"How do you know?"

The deceased was indeed stabbed thirteen times, the first twelve did not kill the poor prostitute, and the last one to the heart was the fatal one.

Moreover, the murderer did use thirteen knives!

Every detail is right!

Ludon didn't come forward to check the details, and some of the knife wounds were in extremely hidden places.

Without passing the inspection, you can know the specific number of knife wounds, and in Inspector Lei's opinion, there is only one explanation:

Ludon is the murderer or accomplice!

Inspector Ray's eyes were full of vigilance, if Ludon couldn't give a reasonable explanation, he would have to spend tonight in the dungeon.

"This is the Santa Fe neighborhood, where the people of God gather, and the words on the mirror are in the language of God, as for the death of the prostitute"

Luden's voice was unhurried, unaffected by Inspector Ray in the slightest,

"In the past, when Jack the Ripper committed a crime, he would repeatedly cut his throat, dissolve the face of the deceased, and do all kinds of cruel acts, he was venting his anger, and he hated prostitutes.

Not this time, he was restrained, his throat and face were intact, because only by making you recognize the identity of the deceased can he vent his anger.

Even when you cut the other person with a knife, you have to be careful."

Inspector Ray frowned, as if he could see the perverted scene happening in front of him.

But his heart was still full of doubts,

"Why did Jack the Ripper do this?"

Change always needs a reason.

And why thirteen knives stabbed thirteen times?

Is this a strange ritual?

Ludon saw Inspector Ray's confusion and explained,

"Luden S. Y. Wegud was stabbed by each of the senators in the Senate. ”

Hiss –

The temperature of the entire barber shop seems to have dropped by a few degrees.

Even Inspector Lei has to admit that although Ludden's explanation is novel, it does have a certain amount of truth!

Thirteen knives, thirteen stab wounds, reproduce the death of Luden, the greatest tribune of the Divine State, on the body of a prostitute.

That's what a madman would do!

Miller asked in a whisper,

"What is he going to do here?"

"He's declaring war."

Luton took a step back and took in the entire barbershop scene in his eyes, his eyes unusually cold.

This is the masterpiece of Jack the Ripper and a declaration of war.

"Declare war on the Underground Godfathers of the Santa Fe neighborhood, no, it should be said, to all the Divine Beings of the Santa Fe neighborhood."

Luden's voice was cold, without any emotional fluctuations.

In the bottom of his heart, he silently recited the last sentence,

"It's also declaring war on me."

(End of chapter)