In the afternoon, the dungeon, after being briefly illuminated by a little sunlight through the cracks, the dark and damp smell mixed with the bulk sunlight was like stinky tofu, smelly and fragrant.

"Be honest!"

This is Ludon's second entry into the palace.

As a law-abiding citizen, he is taken to the dungeon every time for a crime he has not committed, but the real murderer can get away with it, which is somewhat absurd and funny.

Ludon was stuffed into a dungeon and lived in a single room next door to Todd the Barber.

This is the arrangement of the Inquisition.

They didn't dare to put Ludon and Todd alone in a cell, for if Todd did something, it would be a pain that the Inquisition could not bear.

After the security team left, Todd poked out half of his head and asked curiously,

"Is that you..."

Todd paused for a moment, not knowing what to call Ludon, who had not been named the last time they met.

He had no choice but to address him as 'Godfather's Emissary'.

Ludon sat in his chair and nodded back,

"It's me."

Since the last time Luden came to see Todd, Todd has been treated much better, no longer bound by chains, able to eat hot food every day, and even made an exception for him to take a bath.

Obviously, this is the work of the Inquisition.

They have enough historical information, and even the living fossil of Awu, to know Mr. Ludon's style very well.

Luton will respect the law as much as the law respects him.

At the same time, Ludon treats morality as nothing, and when needed, he can wield the moral stick and beat the enemy all over the head. When you don't need it, even a night pot is not as good.

In the words of a certain Han Sir Clan, Luton is an out-and-out moral vacuum.

At the same time, Ludon doesn't mind making his life a little more nourishing, as long as conditions permit.

You can lie down and never sit, and you can sit in a car and never walk.

As a man favored by Luden, it is only natural that the Inquisition would give him some attention.

Spend some money, spend some money!

If you spend money, you can brush up the favorability of Mr. Ludon and the Eternals camp, and the Inquisition can blow it up!

The one-room cell where Luton was located had been cleaned in advance.

The corners were covered with dry straw, and there was a single bed, a chair, two kerosene lamps, a wad of the day's newspapers, and a pot of hot tea.

If Ludon needs it, pull the line on the wall, and someone will soon be able to solve the problem for Ludon.

This is the capital of fog, not the base camp of the Inquisition.

However, the Wudu security team has always recognized money but not people.

Thus, after throwing enough money at the Inquisition, Ludon was treated as VIIIP and avoided stepping on the sewing machine.

Looking at the newspaper of the day, Ludon asked casually,

"Todd, what are you going to do if you get out of prison?"

"What do you want to do when you get out of prison?"

Todd felt a little funny as he heard this.

It's like a music audition, and the mentor in the swivel chair asks, 'What's your dream?' ’

Todd's dream, of course, is to get out of prison.

Get out of prison, marry your fiancée, and hire a decent godfather...

In fact, Todd lived in the Santa Fe neighborhood to convince the old godfather.

He is a shrewd and capable man, who rarely makes mistakes, and only needs a single knife to make the target completely leave the world.

The old godfather promised that as long as Todd killed a few more people, he would fulfill his wish and officiate at the wedding.

In fact, the gap between these people is like the last knife of Pinduoduo, the second level of the sheep, and the addition of the lazy dog author.

These are all things that exist in theory, but do not actually exist.

Commonly known as: painting cake.

Todd gave his answer seriously,

"Married to my fiancée... If there was one more thing, I would like..."

Todd hesitated, but still spoke,

"I want to give you a haircut and a shave."

Ludon commented seriously,

"Good eye."

Apparently, Todd tasted something more after the last contact.

The messenger sent by the godfather has something, even more like the godfather than the old godfather.

There are two possibilities.

The other party is the godfather of Brando.

Or maybe the Godfather of Brando is more skilled and can easily submit such characters.

Todd prefers the former, but he won't break it.

This is his tacit understanding with the Brando godfather.

Ludon put down the newspaper and asked through the wall,

"If I say we'll be out in three days, would you believe it?"

Todd nodded without hesitation,

"I believe it."

"Why?"

Why?

Todd also wondered why.

Why in the overcrowded foggy dungeon, half an hour ago, all the criminals were taken away, and the entire dungeon was left with him and the people next door.

Why did there be a Divine State to warn Todd to be careful in what he said and did.

Why did the younger brother of his deceased wife, a rich son who should have enjoyed happiness in the Highland Republic, rush to the fog capital to meet him in the dark dungeon, and also released goodwill, showing that they were willing to support the love between the two.

Back then, Todd was the son of a nobleman in the Divine State, and he had no shortage of power, wealth, and status.

The other family is strongly opposed to the love between the two and refuses to give in.

Today, Todd is a barber on the most chaotic streets, the only thing he has on his body is a set of silver barbers, and he is even regarded as Jack the Ripper, and his reputation has plummeted like a rat crossing the street.

Counterpart... Agreed?

Todd also wanted to ask, why, what's wrong with the world!

"Sorry, that's stupid."

Ludon shook his head, looked at the empty dungeon in front of him, and said helplessly,

"They're making too much of a fuss."

Still, Lutdon could understand the caution of the Inquisition.

The Fog Capital, unlike the Divine State four hundred years ago, is not a place where the law is spoken.

Xiucai met a soldier, and it was unreasonable.

Luton read the newspaper and went back to bed for a while.

He carried the pitch-black mask with him, and the air quality in the dungeon had no effect on him, and he slept soundly.

By the time Ludon woke up, it was already the middle of the night.

As soon as he got up, there was a noise from the cell next door.

"Mr. Emissary, are you awake?"

"Call me the director, I'm the director of an orphanage."

Dean?

Todd jotted down this detail, he wasn't sure if it was a real identity or a disguise, so he had to follow the other party's words,

"Dean, a woman named Miller came to you in the afternoon, and when she saw that you were resting, she left, and she said she would be back tomorrow morning."

Ludon nodded,

"I see."

"Your lawyer will see you tomorrow afternoon, and it is said that they want to take you to court as soon as possible."

"Okay."

The two chatted a few more words, and someone brought dinner to Luden.

In order to make it easier for him to eat, the members of the security team even allowed Ludon to eat at the entrance of the dungeon.

Looking at this treatment, Todd's expression was extremely complicated.

This dean... What is the origin?

...

Day 2.

Miss Millet arrived as promised.

She has investigated many cases and written some similar things, which have been published in newspapers and received good responses.

People love to watch detectives, especially the story of 'amateur detective beating professional detective'.

Therefore, Miss Miller is happy to go back and forth to the scene of the murder.

Dungeon, she rarely comes.

Generally, the prisoners who are held here have blood and human lives on their hands, and Inspector Lei strictly forbids Mi Le to come to this kind of place.

It's just that this time the subject of Mi Le's interview is very special, and Inspector Lei only made an exception once.

"Mr. Luden, this..."

Miller didn't expect that the reunion between the two would be such a scene.

"Let's get started."

Ludon went straight to the point and said,

"Jack the Ripper won't do it again, that coward is already scared out of his mind, and framing me is the last thing he does, and he'll spend the rest of his life in fear and nightmares..."

Listening to Luden's words, Miller worked the paper, not daring to miss any details.

When Ludon was finished, Miller stopped writing and asked the first question.

"Mr. Lutden..."

Mi Le hesitated a little, pursed his lips and asked,

"If you write like this, will it anger Jack the Ripper?"

"Provoked?"

Ludon shook his head,

"I'm just stating the facts, I'm not smearing anything, he doesn't need to be angry because of this, that's what the weak and cowardly do, he should be more like a gentleman."

Did Ludon discredit Jack the Ripper?

How to discredit?

Repeating what the other person did?

As Ludon said, what he told was the truth, and the reason for Jack the Ripper's planting was revenge, revenge on the people of God who tracked him down.

The second is to get out of it for yourself.

Ludon as an accomplice, Todd as the main culprit, and the duo of Divine Warriors...

Sound wonderful?

Jack, the real ripper, can pull out and land smoothly, at least on the surface.

Listening to Mr. Luden's words, Millet fell silent.

After a while, she spoke with a little bitterness,

"Mr. Ludon, if this report is published, it may anger Jack the Ripper, and in order to prove this thing wrong, he might..."

"He's probably going to keep killing."

Ludon spoke for Miller of the most difficult part,

"He's a serial murderer, and killing people is like eating and drinking to him, and in order to fight back, he's going to kill people, yes, that's right."

Miller emphasized,

"Innocent people will die for it!"

Ludon asked rhetorically,

"If Mr. Todd and I die because of this, aren't we innocent?"

Miller was choked, with a little weakness, and said in a compensatory manner,

"We can find another way to prove your innocence, things won't come to this..."

In the face of this set of rhetoric, Lu Deng only showed a light smile and did not say a word.

As if listening to a joke.

It's just that he has lived for less than half a month, and Lu Deng knows one thing very well, the law of the fog is a joke.

Especially, for the people of God.

Miller may have realized this, but she still had some illusions in her heart, and she didn't want to admit the reality of cannibalism.

Were Ludon and Todd hanged in the name of Jack the Ripper?

Truly wronged.

Follow Ludon's example, and one or more prostitutes will die.

This account, no matter how it is calculated, is extremely worrying.

Ludon hit the nail on the head and broke the tangle in Miller's heart,

"The only thing to blame for the whole thing is Jack the Ripper.

You shouldn't dwell on my self-help, I'm acting within the scope of the law, it's Jack who really kills people illegally, I'm the one who may be unjustly killed, people always like to be harsh on the victim and prefer to forgive the murderer.

I'm sorry for the consequences this may have, but I won't regret it. ”

Miller's lips squirmed a few times, but he couldn't make a sound.

She understands every word that Mr. Ludon says, and she can accept the logic of connectivity, but...

In the face of the bloody reality, she hopes to find a win-win solution.

At the very least, fewer deaths.

Miller couldn't help but ask,

"Mr. Luden, is there really no other way?"

"Yes."

Lutdon picked up the newspaper in his hand, no longer looked at Miller, but said indifferently,

"Wait, do nothing, Todd and I won't die because of this. I'll just remind you once that if you don't publish this report, more people will die. ”

Whether Millet was willing to trust Luton or not was none of his business.

Millet put away his notes, saluted Ludon, and left the dungeon.

...

Day 3, early in the morning.

Secretariat of the Wudu Public Security Corps.

A knight walked gracefully into his office, put his hat and cane aside, and poured himself a glass of eggnog as a reward for the day's work.

Although he hasn't done anything yet.

As soon as he sat down, he was about to do some paperwork, sign or something, and a document was delivered to him.

"Secretary-General, this is a report on the case of Jack the Ripper, and the director of the Oliver orphanage, Ludon Corleone, is suspected of committing a major crime..."

The Secretary-General didn't raise his head, and said coldly,

"Secretary Auf, I don't need to know who is suspected, please tell me who the murderer is."

"This..."

Secretary Auf was a little embarrassed,

"The evidence given by the detectives is far-fetched, when Jack the Ripper appeared, Ludon wasn't even in the fog..."

The secretary general stopped the pen in his hand, raised his head, and looked directly at Secretary Auf, so that the other party could not dodge.

"Listen, I don't care about the process, I just want the result, tell me, who is the murderer."

Cold sweat kept breaking out on the top of Auf's head, and the hand holding the document trembled slightly, and he trembled and said,

"He looks like he was planted, maybe someone put these things in his house..."

The Secretary-General interrupted him rudely, shouting in dissatisfaction,

"Listen, Auf Isidore, I'm not a detective, and you're not an inspector, we haven't looked into a single day, we have neither the ability nor the qualifications, and it's not our turn to do such a noble thing as a case investigation as our humble secretaries, we just sit in this rotten house and do some inconsequential paperwork.

I only need you to answer the question, who is the murderer, and I can simplify the question a little more. ”

The Secretary-General was like a vulture, staring at the documents and Auf in front of him, as if he would swallow the other party into his belly at any moment, and asked his own questions,

"Tell me, is Ludon Corleone one of the murderers?"

Auve swallowed and spat, and said forcefully,

"One of the detectives believed that he was an accomplice, an instigator, and that Todd was the main culprit."

"Okay."

The Secretary-General picked up the glass at hand, drank the eggnog, took the document, read all the words on it, and made sure that a detective was willing to gamble on the future of the case and that he would not be implicated in any way.

The secretary general picked up the quill, signed his name, and said coldly,

"Ludon Corleone, then, is the murderer."

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