Old Jack has two things to do today.

First, he had to pay the water bill.

Second, he had to kill someone.

He has a bit of a procrastination and likes to put off difficult things until the end.

So he was going to kill that guy first.

......

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6 a.m.

London ———in the year 288 of the Holy Calendar.

The early morning is actually not much different from the dusk, the visibility is not very good, the Berlin-made airship overhead is lazily floating like a giant whale, blocking the already small amount of sunlight, and the whole city seems to be wrapped in dust falling from the sky.

But what is amazing is that when I look up, I can still see the big chimney in the distance constantly pouring smoke out.

These chimneys are like flags, showing the supreme power and wealth of the empire. After the gates of hell were opened, these chimneys were even more diligent.

In the words of the newspaper..... "If the factories don't step up their work, what will happen to the financial expenses?" Who will raise the army? Who will make the weapons? Who will deal with the demons that run out of the door? ”

In fact, even people like Old Jack, who have not read much, know that those chimneys are spitting out the blood and sweat of poor people.

As for the money, it all went into the pockets of the capitalists.

Oh, at this time, the word "capitalist" had not yet become popular, so old Jack used to call them by other words......

For example: a bastard without an asshole.

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Xianglan Street in the lower city district, a small street about two kilometers from the River Thames.

It had taken Old Jack three hours to get here, and now the morning fog had almost lifted. As far as the eye could see, he could see cow dung that was not very fresh, garbage cans that had not been cleaned in months, steaming from the sewers, and two rats running past a wild cat that was only yawning lazily.

At the end of the street was a grocery store, which, even when the fog cleared, was still hidden in the shadows of the surrounding walls.

All this suggests that this is a great place to kill people......

Old Jack was happy.

He stepped over the cow dung on the ground, came to the door of the grocery store, pushed the door and walked in.

"Morning!" He said hello to a big-bellied boss behind the counter.

The boss was holding a newspaper, his eyes looked over the newspaper, he didn't say anything, and he looked fierce and unfriendly.

Old Jack looked at the bloodshot eyes with obvious cirrhosis, and the extraordinarily prominent beer belly, and determined that this guy was the one he was going to kill today.

"Excuse me, is there a fruit knife here?" He asked.

"...... over there," the boss pointed in a direction with his eyes angrily.

"Thank you." After thanking Jack, he walked over, picked a handful, and walked back to the counter.

"7pence." The boss continued to say in that unfriendly tone.

Jack thought that with this unpleasant temper, it was reasonable for someone to want to buy his life.

Of course, he didn't want to care who this guy provoked, he just wanted to finish the ticket quickly and then pay the water bill.

"Excuse me, is there a police station nearby?" He asked, pulling out a shilling and placing it on the table.

"Nope."

"That'...... How are the guests here? ”

"There's no one on the street, where are the guests?!" The boss muttered angrily and turned to look for change.

Jack nodded reassuringly, then picked up the knife.

It went smoothly into the other party's neck.

......

Sometimes, Old Jack always wondered why humans were so fragile that they could be killed with a single sword, but they could rule the whole world.

And those demons are obviously very powerful, but the gates of hell have been open for two hundred years, but they are still blocked by humans on the Antarctic continent, and they can't even cross the Drake Strait.

Is it really because of the steam chariots that can only move by boiling water?

Or...... Is it because of those contractors who have a symbiotic relationship with the Demon Pact?

Whatever, he's just a nameless killer, he usually takes orders, and he can't do it one day, starving to death in his own home, and he doesn't have the heart to care about things on the battlefield.

This year...... It's not easy for anyone.

But fortunately, today's job is quite easy, the knife is very sharp, and it can easily stab into the opponent's neck, and then tear the neck muscles, go straight to the throat, and gently pick it, and cut the entire airway......

Seeing the boss staring at him with frightened eyes, clutching his neck and falling down, writhing on the ground like a fat maggot, Jack sighed helplessly, turned around, turned the door number to the side of [CLOSE], closed the curtain, and locked the door with his hand.

If you are so fat, how much effort will it take to carry it out for a while? Fortunately, there are no people on this street now, and in 10 minutes, it should be possible to carry it to the sewer.

I was thinking about it......

Suddenly, Jack had a bad feeling again, because he saw that when the person on the ground was covering his throat, his fingers were sinking into the wound because he was too hard, and the thick knuckles were poking and poking in the bright red slit.

"Uh..... It won't ......"

Before he could finish speaking, his hunch came true.

The boss managed to puncture his own arteries.

Fat people generally have high blood pressure, and people with high blood pressure have brittle blood vessels......

In an instant, blood spurted out of the wound fiercely, like a small fountain, reaching the ceiling, and then was smashed into large patches of blood, crackling and splashing on the ground.

As we all know, killing people is actually a simple thing, but if the corpse spurts blood everywhere, it can be annoying to clean up...... It's the same as cooking is easy, but washing dishes is annoying.

So Old Jack's whole being was decadent at this moment.

He leaned against the door, rubbing his head in pain, and the thought of retiring quickly sprouted in his heart again.

"What's going on?!"

......

And just when he was in great pain.

"Bell bell bell ......"

A series of phones rang suddenly.

Old Jack was stunned for a moment, followed the sound to search, and finally, he found the phone under a pile of newspapers at the counter.

Pretty standard' Scottish youth sub. Bell's phone, in this day and age, is still quite popular, but it is not cheap either.

He looked at the noisy phone in front of him and wondered whether to answer it.

After weighing it in his heart, he decided to pick it up first, even if he didn't speak, and listen to who the other party was.

So..... He put the microphone to his ear......

A clear man's voice came from the phone.

"Hello, is this Mr. Jack? Sorry to bother you, but I'd like to confirm that you'...... Are you done? ”

“？？？”

Jack felt his mind go blank for a moment, and then a ridiculous and wicked feeling crept into his head.

"Smack!"

He snapped the microphone back.

To be honest, he's a bit of a ......

What's the situation? The guy on the phone was saying 'Mr. Jack', right?

Are you talking to me? But how did the other party know that I was here?

Also, what does the phrase 'killed' mean by that phrase in his mouth?

Just wondering, suddenly, he heard a knock on the door of "Knock~Knock~Knock~".

Old Jack immediately turned his head, he had been a killer for more than thirty years, and at this moment, he was unusually holding his breath.

'Who's going to be out there?' ’

He pondered, and subconsciously began to congratulate himself that he had locked the door just now......

It should be a passing guest, as long as you don't make a sound, the other party will know each other very well. ’

However...... Thoughts are not .....

"Click! Click! ”

The lock made a few soft sounds!

Then...... The doorknob turns slowly......

Immediately after, it was pushed away.

......

Outside the door, there was a man in a trench coat, very tall, but also very thin, about 30 years old, a very typical British face, but the nose was a little tall, and the whole facial features were too three-dimensional.

Grey sunlight shone through the edges of his body, casting a strange golden hue over the blood that filled the room.

The man glanced at the plasma fountain in front of him, and did not show any panic, but breathed a sigh of relief.

"Whew——— I said that, I waited outside for 5 minutes and didn't see you come out, and I thought you missed, it turned out that the artery was broken; It doesn't matter, it's good if you're done killing it anyway, like that...... Even if it's a stolen person, it's a seizure. ”

As he spoke, he cast his eyes on the old Jack on the side, and when he saw that the latter looked confused, he casually took off his old top hat and put it on his chest, and bowed slightly lazily:

"Oh, forgot to introduce yourself, under Sherlock. Sherlock Holmes, is a detective. ”