Good fortune?

This word is by no means unfamiliar to the people of God.

The conjecture in Todd's heart was confirmed a little more, but he didn't say it.

Hannibal, on the other hand, knew something about the inside story for a long time, but he was not so surprised.

Under the laws of the small United Kingdom, Ludon and Todd are now missing fugitives.

If the vigilantes declare them dead, the two can gain a new identity and leave the fog capital to start a new life.

In fact, even if you stay in the fog capital, it doesn't matter.

There are no portraits of the two of them in the security team, and with the legal environment of the fog capital, as long as you spend money to do it up and down, it is not difficult to achieve this level.

However, it is clear that Mr. Ludon has no intention of relinquishing his identity.

But as a fugitive, even with the cooperation of the Inquisition, he can't leave the sanatorium, and when he stays at home, how can he send good fortune to the fog?

Hannibal was curious about the question, and he asked politely,

"How are you going to send good fortune?"

Ludon didn't sell it, but replied seriously,

"Thank you Luden, tribune, for inventing the newspaper."

Fight back with newspapers?

This is the first time I've heard of it.

Lutdon flipped through the newspaper on his desk and pointed to one of the reports,

"After we died, Miss Miller wrote a story that didn't make headlines, but it was in a good position."

Luton pushed the newspaper out, and Todd and Hannibal read the report carefully.

Miller expressed her concern and blessings about the disappearance and suspected death of the two, and at the same time, she suggested that the two of them might be wronged, and the real ripper Jack was someone else.

In the report, Miller called on the vigilantes to open a new investigation to prevent Jack the Ripper from committing another murder.

Even if Jack the Ripper doesn't show up again, these two people shouldn't die with this notoriety, they should be investigated clearly, and both of them should be cleared.

After reading the report, Hannibal nodded slightly and said with emotion,

"What a kind-hearted girl, pertinent and sincere."

Todd rolled his eyes and scoffed at the report,

"She does not want to provoke the murderer, but she is willing to leave us in the dungeon to die, and if we do go to the gallows, she will probably pretend to cry and pray to the Father.

As for the two guys who died unjustly, who really cares? ”

The conversation between Luton and Millet in the dungeon, of course, Todd heard.

If Miller really did what Ludon said, the two of them wouldn't have had to escape from prison, let alone get to where they are today!

It's just that Todd set his eyes on Ludon and couldn't help but be a little suspicious.

He could see things clearly, and there was no reason why Mr. Ludon couldn't see them clearly.

In other words, even if it comes to this point, is it all in Mr. Luden's calculations?!

Todd couldn't help but be a little excited, looking forward to how Mr. Ludon would fight back.

Ludon looked at Hannibal and said politely,

"Please ask a few newspaper reporters to come over, there is a report that needs to be published."

Hannibal proposed,

"If we want to make headlines, the journalist's authority may not be enough, and we can go directly to the editor-in-chief."

"No, you don't need to make headlines, just a small square in the corner."

Luden continued,

"According to the Code of the Fog Capital, if you want to convict me and Todd, you need at least one Inspector's signature, and I want his name and information."

"No problem."

Hannibal, no, it should be said that the Inquisition is very efficient.

Lutten soon met with the reporter, paid the other party at the market price, and published the relevant content in the newspaper the next day.

Because Lutdon had so few words to publish, the two newspapers simply waived his fees.

In addition to the reporter, Lutten also got the information of the detective.

"Field Kean?"

Lutten noticed that the detective was not only proficient in eating, drinking, prostituting, gambling, sampling, but also had a very impressive fortune under his name.

In the fog capital alone, he has two estates worth a total of 4,500 pounds!

This is not a normal income level for a detective.

Of course, the detective will use the excuse that he has good financial management in order to save this expensive family property.

He has 1,000 pounds worth of stock in his name.

Stocks, a certificate of shares that evolved from the Shenbang Fortune Deeds Exchange.

The shares of listed companies can be freely circulated on the exchange, in accordance with the securities law.

The Fortune Contract Exchange now trades two things, one is the old version of the Fortune Contract, also known as Futures.

The other is a certificate of shares - shares.

Most of the shares held by Inspector Field are concentrated in one company, Corral Mining.

As a large coal mine, Kolar Mining has a long history, abundant funds, stable output, drought and flood income, and stable profits.

After reading the detective's information, Ludon made a new request,

"With the information from Kolar Mining, I need to assess the company's performance."

Hannibal soon returned with the papers, two large boxes full.

He was a little excited, for he had read history, and he knew very well that there would be no good fruit to eat if he offended Mr. Luddon.

This Mr. Ludon has a really small heart.

Hannibal asked tentatively,

"Are you going short?"

Just like in the state of God, he used the good fortune contract to short, and reaped a lot of money.

It's just that, after so many years, Hannibal doubts that the trick of that year can succeed again.

After all, even if he is a physician, he knows the principle of shorting.

The Fortune Contract Exchange has been in business for 400 years, and has given birth to a group of people who make a living from it, including many smart people.

If Mr. Ludon wanted to use the moves of four hundred years ago, he would probably be disappointed.

"Nope."

Ludon shook his head,

"I'm going to sit on the bank."

Banking?

Hannibal asked, "How much money do you have?" ”

"Good question."

Ludon touched his pocket and placed it on the table,

"A total of 49 pounds and 8 shillings."

Most of the money here was won by playing cards.

It took part to publish the article in the newspaper, and Luton asked Father Phuket to bring a sum of money to Oliver Orphanage, and all the rest of the money was here.

Less than 50 pounds.

Hannibal subconsciously shook his head and muttered,

"50 pounds sitting on the banker. With all due respect, Mr. Luden, you have to at least find a way to turn this money into 500, no, 1000 pounds to have a chance! ”

"You're right."

Lutden's answer stunned Hannibal.

He obviously did not expect that Mr. Ludon would agree with him.

"You can't really sit on a banker at 50 pounds."

Luden admitted very calmly, in addition to inside information, this kind of thing also needs to be well-funded, and the more abundant, the better.

Ludon stretched out a hand and said sincerely,

"Hannibal, borrow some money."

Hannibal:

He had the feeling of eating melons and eating himself.

Why do you say this sentence yourself!

Ludon took the first step in sitting in the bank: financing!

Back then, in the Divine State, Lu Deng directly approached the Holy Descent family and completed the original accumulation of capital, so that he had a series of operations later.

Now it's back in the fog, but this time there is no rich woman.

Ludon had to go in another direction: borrow money.

This loan is still a credit loan, because Luden has nothing to pledge.

Eventually, Hannibal took out a check for 300 pounds to Luden.

According to the agreement, Ludon needs to repay 400 pounds within half a year.

Half a year, 33% interest, in the eyes of anyone, this is a good deal.

But considering that the other party was Mr. Luden, this was still the start-up capital, and Hannibal felt that he had lost money.

The first time I made a deal with Mr. Luden, I lost a little.

Lu Deng didn't let Todd go, and tried to get some money from the other party, but it really didn't work, so let Todd go to the nursing home to do chores and earn three melons and two dates for Lu Deng.

Todd was forced to tell the location of the old godfather's secret vault and tell Ludon where he had hidden his silver knife.

In the old godfather's secret vault, Hannibal found 25 pounds. At the same time, Todd's silver razor was mortgaged at the pawnshop for 5 pounds.

Luden's money skyrocketed from 50 pounds to 380 pounds!

However, this amount of money was not enough to satisfy Luden's appetite.

He sent people to the Santa Fe neighborhood and demanded that all the cadres pay the outstanding fees, and at the same time collect the fees for the next three weeks in advance.

Of course, the cadres will not pay the money so honestly, and even if they are willing to pay, they will procrastinate.

The new godfather who has just taken office has not done much, but the money has been collected very much.

Lu Deng couldn't take time to deal with these things for the time being, and he could only raise money as much as possible through various channels.

Even if the money is enough, Ludon has another trouble to solve:

He had to leave the sanatorium in order to show his strengths, and many things were inconvenient to be in this safe haven.

If you want to leave the sanatorium, you must clear the name of him and Todd.

Hannibal knew exactly what Mr. Ludon was going to do, and his only curiosity was, how?

The next day, the newspaper was delivered to the streets.

Jack the Ripper is dead, but people's lives go on, there will be new hot spots, new gossip.

A butcher, as usual, worked silently, cutting the pigskin with a knife, disemboweling, deboning, chopping pieces.

During the break, the butcher is not quite like the others, he prefers to be alone with a newspaper in hand.

A butcher who loves to read newspapers, this is a rare thing.

Sitting in the corner, the butcher rummaged through the newspaper for something.

He wanted to find out more about Jack the Ripper, but alas, he was disappointed.

The butcher clearly does not understand that only living serial murderers are eligible to be discussed.

Once they die, they are worthless.

Isn't it amazing to be able to kill?

The artillery went down, killing probably more people than Jack the Ripper.

If it is really to compare the number of killings, then the executioner who operates the guillotine should be the focus of the newspaper.

The story of a serial murderer, the sense of anticipation is always the part before he is arrested.

Once arrested, he turned back to looking mediocre, and even a little out of class, the mysterious aura on his body automatically faded, and the fan filter and horror bonus were eliminated.

The butcher reassured himself that at least he was safe.

He continued to rummage through the newspapers, looking for stories about him.

He saw one, written by a woman named Millet, calling on the vigilantes to reopen the investigation, and the text was floppy, like a mosquito.

Something of this magnitude will only make the butcher laugh.

The butcher tore up the report as a memento.

He continued to rummage through the newspapers to find more news related to Jack the Ripper.

He found it.

That report was in the most corner, the most inconspicuous place, only three or two lines.

With just a glance, the butcher felt the blood surging above his head, his eyes were red, and he wanted to drag the person in the report to his eyes and kill him like a pig.

Here's what the report reads:

"Jack the Ripper, as we all know, died on a stupid prison escape scheme, and he has successfully proved one thing to us: he is an incompetent and cowardly coward who only dares to bully unarmed prostitutes.

This newspaper apologizes to all readers who are concerned about Jack the Ripper for wasting your time. ”