Anne has been doing this for a long time, and she thinks she has seen all kinds of people, but the two people who came today really made her second monk scratch her head.

The two did come to her to chat, from her date of birth to today's itinerary, no matter how detailed and illogical.

She shrugged her shoulders and lit a shoddy cigarette, anyway, when people spend money, it's their own God, and she has a great work ethic to answer all questions.

"Then Miss Anne, if we don't come to you today, what are your plans for the evening?"

"There are no special arrangements, I haven't been feeling well lately, so I wanted to rest earlier in the evening."

Xue Wuwei was asking, Kong Qianyu couldn't help, so he began to walk around the small attic.

This room is really small, a bed occupies a lot of space, leaving a very limited area for people to move, and the windows are open on all sides, and the view is very wide.

Most of the old buildings in the slums are only two-storey, so this loft is a bit conspicuous, but other than that, there is nothing else to it do.

Time passed minute by minute, and no one knew what time Jack the Ripper would come in and kill, but the time of Annie's murder was definitely tonight.

Xue Wuwei chatted with Anne without a pair, from the weather to food, from politics to history, the conversation can be called a model of no nutrition, Anne couldn't talk about most topics, she could only maintain a slightly embarrassed smile, and she didn't understand what these two Orientals wanted to do.

Xue Wuwei wailed in his heart, he had never been so eager for the appearance of a murderer as he was now.

Kerosene was very expensive, and when the sky was completely dark, the attic was pitch black, and since the guests didn't ask for it, she could save a little bit.

It wasn't until the surroundings were completely quiet, the clouds had dispersed, and the full moon was hanging high, casting a few rays of light on the room, and there was movement on the roof.

It was as if someone was walking briskly on it, from far to near, and finally stopped above the attic.

Heavy breathing sounded, a hairy paw crept up the edge of the window, and then, with its whole fluffy face, looked inside.

Anne was holding her chin drowsily, bored, and the moonlight was reflecting the monster's face impartially, and the moment she saw it clearly, she wanted to scream.

Xue Wuwei quickly covered her mouth and stepped back, and the two of them crowded together by the door farthest from the monster, handing over the battlefield to Kong Qianyu.

What the hell is this? Wolves?

The human-like and wolf-like creature that had reached into the room threw up its head, let out a long howl at the moon, and jumped into the attic.

The two-meter-tall behemoth made the already small room even more crowded, and Anne was weak and sat down on the ground.

Kong Qianyu looked at the half-human, half-wolf monster, comparing his size with the peachwood sword in his hand like a burning stick, and his heart was a little bottomless.

What is this thing? Haven't seen it before.

"Werewolves! Werewolf! Help me! Help me! Anne's small body was able to make such a piercing movement, Xue Wuwei was the closest, and he felt that his eardrum was about to be perforated.

But the neighbors were as if no one was inhabited, there was no movement, no one came to save people, and there was not even a hurried escape.

Just kidding, what is a werewolf? Whether it is moving speed or smell, it is 10,000 times more sensitive than humans, and if you dare to run or dare to come to watch, do you think you don't die fast enough? It's better to honestly nest at home and pretend to be dead, praying that it will leave on its own when it is full after eating.

As for who the dead are? Of course, whoever is unlucky will have their turn.

Werewolf?

Kong Qianyu was slightly stunned, isn't this thing a made-up species in Western myths and legends? And she is someone who has read the book "Sherlock Holmes", which is full of reasoning and judgment, and there is nothing to do with fantasy.

Such a serious book, and now you tell me that the murderer of these stumbling women is a werewolf? This book spirit's brain hole is a little too big, right?

Who is so immodest as to show a mess of books to a little spirit?

I heard that werewolves are normal people most of the time, and only on the night of the full moon will transform into wolves, they are completely sanity, bloodthirsty and brutal, and they take it as their mission to bite and bite more people to spread the virus.

That's right, the legend says that werewolves are basically not born, but are infected and mutated after being scratched and bitten.

They have no way to control their behavior, and will completely transform into a pure wolf for a few nights every month, retaining only the nature of wolves, unable to communicate.

At this time, the werewolf in front of him was, his eyes were not focused, he tilted his head slightly, and walked towards Annie's location step by step, and the latter, even if he was covered by Xue Wuwei, still couldn't hide his sobbing.

Kong Qianyu moved her steps slightly, making room for the werewolf to pass, such a big wolf head, big and hard, her small burning stick could not be cut, the wolf's weakness was in the waist, she saw the opportunity and stabbed a sword.

"Whew~~" After eating the pain, the werewolf howled angrily and turned his head viciously to see who dared to hurt him.

After seeing the blood with one blow, Kong Qianyu was not idle, and he struck with three swords, stabbing the wolf into a hornet's nest, blood gushing out of his abdomen, his breathing became more and more rapid, his steps began to stumble, and he saw that he had more air and less air intake, and he would not be able to live.

Take advantage of his illness to kill him! Just as he was about to stab him with a few more swords, another behemoth appeared in the window, another werewolf!

This one, which was obviously smaller than the first, barely squeezed into the attic, and the wolf's eyes crossed the wounded werewolf's stomach, and there was a flash of distress, and then glared viciously at the initiator.

Kong Qianyu was not afraid, he didn't take these two wolves very seriously in his heart, their speed was not as fast as his own, and the peach wood sword in his hand could hurt them, so what was there to be afraid of.

Monsters that are so difficult in Western lore are nothing more than that, and those winged birdmen are nothing remarkable.

The smell of blood stimulated the ferocity of the two werewolves, and the wounded one took a few steps back, giving up the battlefield to his new companion, and he hurried to recuperate.

I'm not afraid of the big ones, but I'm still afraid of your small circle? Kong Qianyu directly pointed his toes on the ground, jumped high, stepped on the wolf's head, and slashed at the neck.

In the face of absolute power, skill is not important.

When the new wolf fell suddenly, he didn't expect that he, who had always taken pleasure in killing, would be planted in the hands of a human today.

He didn't blink an eye.

When the wounded wolf saw his companion suddenly fall to the ground and die, he pounced on him to avenge his companion.

Animals are animals, his move, directly exposed the softest and most vulnerable abdomen in front of Kong Qianyu, she pulled a sword flower, threw the peach wood sword in her hand, the force was so great, the sword body was completely submerged into the werewolf's belly, nailing him to the wall.

After struggling to exhale his last breath, he was unwilling to follow in the footsteps of his companions, and the wolf's head hung weakly to the side.

After the death of the werewolf, the wolf form will not remain until the east reveals the white of the fish's belly, and the first rays of the morning sun shine on them, and they fade back into human form under the noses of everyone.

It was two white men, the eldest one was in his early thirties, and the younger one was in his twenties, and he looked quite British, Xue Wuwei didn't know him, and Anne hadn't seen them.

The year came September 8, 1888.

Anne is still alive, the murderer has been ambushed, and the plot of the original book has deviated.

Kong Qianyu and Xue Wuwei were waiting, waiting for this illusion to be shattered.

(End of chapter)