Last night, the fog was foggy.

St. Peter's Sanatorium welcomed a visitor.

Miss Millet met Mr. Ludon in the small building, and Todd, the unkind-faced barber.

"Mr. Luden, you're really alive!"

The moment he saw Luden, Miller exclaimed, joy appeared on his face, and even some tears were clear,

"Uncle Lei said that you will not die, I should believe him, the Holy Father is above, you are really still alive!"

Seeing Mr. Ludon who 'came back from the dead', Miller was really in a good mood.

In order to find this place, she spent a lot of effort, bought a message from a reporter for 2 pounds, contacted a nurse worker, and used 5 pounds to get the other party to reveal Mr. Ludon's situation.

The 7 pounds, now lying quietly in Ludon's pocket, are part of his start-up capital.

"Praise be to the Father."

After a brief greeting, Ludon ushered Millet into the house and asked her to sit down, and Todd brought tea to the two of them and stood behind Luden.

Miller sat at the table and couldn't wait to speak,

"Mr. Luden, I know that you have been wronged, and I will do everything possible to clear your grievances."

"I don't think there's any need for that."

Ludon smiled lightly,

"I once entrusted you with something, and you refused, I think I should do it myself."

Miller looked a little embarrassed and argued,

"But those prostitutes are innocent!"

"Every one who is killed is innocent, Miss Millet, and if I die, whether on the gallows or in the dungeon, what crime have I committed, and deserve to be treated as such?"

Luden's words left Miller speechless, wanting to say something, but unable to refute it.

Before today, she even suspected that Mr. Luton was dead!

As Ludon said, if the worst happens, it is Ludon who dies, also an innocent soul.

The soul of a prostitute, the soul of Luden, there is no one more noble than the other.

But

Ludon made a move to save himself, and if he indirectly killed a prostitute, he would have a clear conscience.

Are you kidding? Did he press Jack the Ripper's hand and let Jack the Ripper kill someone?

In Millet's view, this kind of thing is inappropriate, inappropriate, and something that a truly noble soul should not do.

But in fact, Luton never felt that there was a distinction between high and low souls.

Everyone is human, they all have seven emotions and six desires, and they will die if they get on the gallows.

The only difference is that Ludon dies a little more often.

Millet organized his words and spoke again,

"Well, now that you're fine, you can let go of this and live a new life. As you said before, Jack the Ripper is already not going to kill anymore"

"I'm not going to leave the fog."

Ludon shook his head,

"I don't plan to give up my legal identity, and I shouldn't give it up, I want to wash my grievances for myself, and Luden's name cannot be tarnished!"

Luden has been law-abiding all his life, how can he be in trouble at such a time?!

Luden continued,

"Even if it's not for me, for the sake of the prostitutes who died before, I have to get justice! Although I didn't plan to do this, I have to admit that it doesn't hurt to speak from the moral high ground. ”

These days, Miller has been thinking about this for a long time.

For her, the question is unsolvable.

Hearing Mr. Lutdon's words, Millet fell into a brief silence and sighed, his eyes full of melancholy.

She spoke again, with a plea,

"Mr. Luden, you are a true wise man, and you should be able to think of other ways to better solve this matter than the worst way."

"I do have other options."

Luden met Miller's gaze and said seriously,

"The easiest way is for me to go out and check with Inspector Ray, according to the progress made a few days ago, as long as we allocate some more manpower and add a little bonus, we would have caught Jack the Ripper a long time ago, instead of arguing here."

Ludon did not deny that if he wanted to find Jack the Ripper, he had many ways, and he could even go directly to Father Phuket to answer questions.

But, as Ludon said, he has always been law-abiding, playing within the rules and maximizing the benefits within the rules as much as possible.

This was true at the time of Qiyun, and so was the state of God.

The same is true of the fog capital!

It's just that when Ludon was in Shenbang, the game experience was very good.

For, the Holy Law binds all people, and the sunlit land must follow the will of the Holy Code.

But the fog is different, the fog has a code, and the paper of the code is too hard to wipe the buttocks.

Even so, Luden is still trying to abide by the rules of the game as much as possible, and it is the people of Wudu who really break the rules.

If the team members were more responsible, they would have found the body in advance on a rainy night.

If the detective had been more responsible, he would have not arrested Ludon in the case of obvious planting.

If the secretary is more responsible, he will not be sent to court if the evidence is insufficient

If the judge had been more responsible, without a trial, would not have hanged Luden.

None of these things will come to this, and they will all be much better than they are now.

The vigilantes at the bottom are still rotten, the inspectors are irritable and impatient, the secretaries are bureaucratic and rigid, and the judges are stupid and incompetent.

The people of Wudu trampled on their own legal code, and it was only then that Luden was forced to get to where he is today.

Miller's face turned slightly pale, and he was powerless to say anything more about Mr. Luden's rebuttal.

She was clear about some of the drawbacks of the fog capital, but she had never shown it so bloodily in front of her.

She loves the fog, but she doesn't know if such a fog is worth love.

For a moment, Miller fell into vacillation and hesitation.

"And, correct you, Miss Millet."

Ludon took a sip of tea and continued,

"If Jack the Ripper continues to kill people at this stage, believe me, this account will be credited to me and Todd.

If Todd and I die, our graves will be dug up, our bones will not be laid to rest, and people will spit on my tombstones, for three, five years, or even a hundred years.

Do you still think I should go through this? ”

Miller shook his head in confusion,

"I don't know, Mr. Ludon, I don't."

She couldn't think of a better way to solve the problem, and she was in a dilemma that was far beyond her ability.

"Actually, there is a very simple way to deal with this matter."

Luden looked at Miller and said seriously,

"Let go of salvation and respect the fate of others. Whether it's me, Todd, or Jack the Ripper, his victim, none of this has anything to do with you, does it, Miss Miller. ”

"W-how can this not be related, Mr. Luden."

Millet disagreed with Lutdon and said not very ladylikely,

"We're talking about human life!"

Ludon sneered,

"Human life? I didn't see any respect for human life in the fog, no basic human rights protection, no work rights protection, no awareness of environmental protection, no rule of law and order in most places, people live like animals and die like animals. Not to mention the people of the Divine State, even the poor people of the Fog Capital are not as good as the slaves of the Divine State four hundred years ago.

How did you get to this point when you suddenly started to care about human life?

Fog is killing people and eating people every day, and Jack the Ripper is just doing it more bluntly.

Ten prostitutes disappear every week in the Santa Fe neighborhood, six of whom are abducted, two whose bodies are recovered, and two who have completely disappeared from the world.

If you kill a few prostitutes named Jack the Ripper, then what is the fog, Jack the Ripper? ”

"This, this"

Before Miller came to the door, he never imagined that this conversation would be so difficult.

Mr. Lutden's words greatly shocked her perception of the world, and even shook some of it.

She wanted to refute, but she couldn't.

She wanted to scream, but she couldn't.

In a hurry, Miller rolled his eyes and fell unconscious on the spot.

Todd was a little confused, he didn't think that the mouth cannon could also stun people.

Hannibal made a thoughtful suggestion,

"You can wake up Miss Miller with a stench."

Whether it's pretending to be dizzy or really dizzy, the stench can wake up the sleeping soul.

"Alright, don't make a mess."

Ludon walked outside the door and called a female volunteer to help carry Miss Millet to the next room to rest.

As for Jack the Ripper, Ludon has his own arrangements.

Soon, it was time for dinner.

Hannibal volunteered to cook a dinner for Ludon and Todd.

He was trained as a gourmet, and cooking was an essential part of it.

Todd was a little nervous, for the past two days, he had read Hannibal's story and knew what the three words Hannibal meant.

Can you really eat something made by the other party?

However, if you don't eat it, it seems that your momentum will be weaker.

Todd made a wise decision: look again.

Look at what Mr. Ludon does, and he just follows Mr. Ludon.

Todd couldn't help but applaud his wit.

The dish was quickly served.

There were three plates, one plate of meatballs for Ludon and Todd, and Hannibal's own for the salad and french fries.

As he says, he's a vegetarian.

Hannibal and Todd's eyes were focused on Ludon at the same time.

Under the gaze of the two of them, Ludon picked up a meatball with a fork, sniffed it, put it in his mouth, and chewed it carefully.

After swallowing, Ludon wiped the corners of his mouth with a napkin and commented elegantly,

"It's a good idea to mix lamb and pork to mimic human flesh, and the two are really similar in taste to human flesh.

But you're overlooking an important detail, the smell of human flesh is not the same.

Your cooking skills are very good, the meat is full of juice, and the mouth is Q-bomby, to be exact, your cooking skills are so good, it is impossible for human flesh to have this taste when it is cooked like this. ”

Hannibal gave an admiring expression and applauded softly, impressed by Mr. Luden's reasoning.

Hearing Luden's analysis, Todd also put his mind at ease, forked a meatball, put it in his mouth, chewed it twice, and asked a little strangely, Han Hu asked clearly,

"Lamb and pork mixed together, is this the taste? It's the first time I've eaten it. ”

With a light smile on his face, Ludon reached out and picked up the plate in front of Todd, put it to his nose, sniffed it, and put it back.

Luden gave extremely professional appraisal results,

"No, your plate is human flesh."