"Zhang, you took the Ripper's case?"

The door was slammed open, the priest's robe rushed in with the wind, George followed behind him resignedly, and when he saw Zhang Huaiying, he hurriedly said:

"It's Father Smith himself, and it has nothing to do with me."

Zhang Huaiying stopped tidying up the house, turned his head, and nodded naturally.

"yes, I took it."

"Zhang, are you crazy?" Hearing Zhang Huaiying admit in person, Smith just wanted to touch the former's forehead, and he suspected that Zhang Huaiying had drunk his brain by drinking last night.

"Do you know who the ripper is?"

"I don't know." Zhang Huaiying shook her head honestly.

"I don't know if you dare to take it?" Smith wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"Did you go to Old Jack's tavern last night and get your brain drunk?"

Smith couldn't understand Zhang's behavior, and in his opinion, the latter was simply sending him to death.

"Isn't it normal to take on a case as a detective?"

"But this case is dangerous!" Smith stressed again.

Zhang Huayi scratched the back of his head in confusion.

"Generally speaking, the case is quite dangerous."

Smith grabbed George by the shoulders and pushed him forward.

"You tell him what the Ripper's case is."

Hearing Smith say this, George couldn't help but become serious, to the people of Arkham Town, the Ripper is simply a horror legend.

That guy wasn't human, he was the scariest dark wizard.

"Zhang, Father Zhang is right. You must not investigate the ripper, never. ”

"Why?" Zhang Huaiying was curious about what kind of criminal could make the sheriff and everyone in the town so afraid.

"Because in the past five years, everyone who tried to track down the ripper has died." George cocked up his index finger.

"There is no exception."

Zhang Huaiying chuckled when she heard this.

"Not before, but soon."

George's eyelids rolled, and the stubborn guy didn't seem to listen.

Thinking of this, George pursed his lips, no matter what, he and Zhang have been neighbors for many years, and they can't watch each other go to death.

"Zhang." He accentuated his tone.

"I'm telling you, you're a third-rate detective who can't even find cats, even if the previous sheriff is dead, why should you investigate? Don't go to death! ”

Seeing this, Smith also struck while the iron was hot and continued:

"Zhang, I have already applied for the church's relief fund for you, and it will be there next week at the latest, so you don't have to work so hard."

Smith looked at Zhang Huaiying, but saw the corners of the latter's mouth.

"Thank you, Father Smith. This relief money should be reserved for those who need him more. ”

"Zhang, you ......"

Without waiting for the priest to speak, Zhang Huaiying put on his shoulder bag and walked directly past the two of them.

"When I come back, please drink the celebration wine, I just read the newspaper, the Ripper's honorarium is a lot!"

Zhang Huaiying waved his hand, and the figure disappeared at the door, Smith's face was gloomy, and he slapped the table hard.

"This stubborn ghost!"

Zhang Huaiying's speed was very fast, and he crossed the carriage in front of him in three or two steps, passed the corner of the alley, and passed the gate of the Sheriff's Office.

"Zhang!"

Weiss stood at the door, seeing Zhang Huaiying passing by, he hurriedly stopped him, with an expression on his face.

"You're really going to investigate the ripper."

Seeing Zhang Huaiying nodding, he sighed.

"Sure enough, the priest is right, you are a mule."

"Priest?"

"You wait."

Vis turned and walked into the sheriff's office, and quickly took out an oiled paper bag.

"What is this?"

"The priest gave you information about the Ripper, he knows that you can't persuade him to come back, so let me get these things ready."

As he spoke, Weiss still looked puzzled.

"Honestly, why would you want to die? Is it bad to be alive? The previous director is dead, do you think you can make it? The Ripper must be a dark wizard, the church doesn't have the energy to care about it now, what are you going to do as an ordinary person? ”

Seeing that Zhang Huaiying didn't answer, Weiss seemed to give up, shook his head and shouted behind the door.

"Aren't you interested in the Ripper case, White? Now here's the man. ”

A fair-skinned, somewhat thin young man walked out of the security office, he glanced at Zhang Huaiying in front of him, and his expression instantly became strange.

"Sir Weiss, you're talking about the detective, is that him?"

Vis rolled his eyes.

"Otherwise, who else do you think wants to die with you?"

The sheriff named White rubbed his hands together with a reluctant expression.

"I don't shoot if I don't die, I'm afraid that after following him and us for a month, I won't even be able to touch the hair of the ripper."

"That's not right, you're all safe." After speaking, Weiss made a farewell gesture to the two.

"Although I don't want to say goodbye, I still wish you good luck, both of you."

"I hope we'll see you again."

When he said this, Weiss felt as if he was attending a funeral, and he shook his head when he looked at the figures of the two leaving.

"I'm afraid I won't be able to see it in the future."

Ninth Block.

Five days ago, the place where the ripper committed the crime.

White looked at Zhang Huaiying's back with an impatient expression, and in the entire Arkham Town, this third-rate detective was famous.

Oh no, maybe the third-rate is overestimated, after all, I haven't seen a detective who is so downtrodden as to look for a cat, and he has been tricked with a hairy face.

It has been quarantined by the sheriff's cordon, the surrounding houses are uninhabited, the Ripper's murder is known, and no one in the entire town of Arkham dares to try, and no one wants to be a sacrifice to the dark wizard.

"Hey, haven't you seen enough? What can be seen in a pool of blood? White looked up impatiently and looked at the sun overhead.

"You finish reading it early, let's go back to dinner, although I didn't gain anything from following you, but I am quite satisfied with one thing, at least our lives are not in danger."

Zhang Huaiying squatted on the ground without raising his head:

"I don't agree with that, this is where the Ripper committed the crime, according to his temperament, maybe we have been targeted by him."

"You can rest assured of that." White kicked the pebbles off his feet.

"If I were a ripper, I wouldn't have killed you. After all, a detective who can be teased by a cat is too cheap to kill. ”

Boom!

A muffled thud almost startled White.

"What are you doing?"

He saw Zhang Huaiying stand up, glanced at the blood stains on the ground again, and pursed his lips.

"Done investigating? Since there is no result, we can go back. ”

"Nope."

Zhang Huaiying stood up and suddenly slapped his hands into the air.

Bang!

White:?

There was a big doubt in his small eyes.

"What are you doing?"

"Reasoning, of course." Zhang Huaiying's chin was slightly raised, and the corners of his eyes showed a confident look.

"What reasoning?"

"Naturally, it was the retreat route of the Ripper after his murder."

White scoffed.

"If this thing exists, the Ripper will become a shadow of Arkham."

"There were no footprints after the murder, but the ripper covered it up well, and I can now recover his footprints through the blood of the dead left on his body by slapping his palms and stirring the molecules in the air."

Zhang Huaiying's hair lifted.

"That's reasoning."

White:???

"What's that? Molecules, restoration? You're crazy, what nonsense. ”

He completely understood that the guy in front of him was not a third-rate detective, he was a psychopath, and he was talking nonsense that normal people couldn't understand.

White picked up the kettle and took a sip, watching Zhang Huaiying's strange movements.

"Give up, if the ripper has footprints, the security department would have found out a long time ago, and they are still waiting for you to come?"

Zhang Huaiying squatted on the ground, and in his eyes, a bright blood line on the ground spread into the distance, and he swept away White.

Take advantage of the moment when the kettle blocks the other party's eyes.

Bang!

His palms touched the ground, the air stirred up the blood, and under his incomparably precise force control, a pair of blood-red footprints were drawn on the ground.

Poof-

"Found it!"

White squirted out a mouthful of water in an instant, he looked at the bloody footprints on the ground in disbelief, and then raised his eyes to look at Zhang Huaiying.

"What is this?"

Zhang Huaiying smiled confidently.

"Footprints, of course."