A Weird Theater That Started In London - Chapter 9 Surfaced

"what?"

　　 The accident came so suddenly that everyone did not react, and the inspector stayed there for a few seconds, still feeling unbelievable.

　　 The murderer who carried at least two homicides was caught just like that?

　　 Thinking of this, he stepped forward and grabbed Kevin by the neckline, and said word by word: "You killed Martha Tabrian? You wrote this provocative letter too?"

　　 "No, if I can, I would rather kill that woman by myself."

　　 Talking, Kevin shook his head quite calmly, with regret and joy in his tone: "However, someone can kill her like a beast, that's..."

　　 "Shut up, piggy!"

　　 Mr. Inspector slapped the guy severely, then spit.

　　 "Guys, entertain the guests!"

　　In this era, the law does not protect scum, so it is truncheons and leather boots from all directions that greet Kevin.

　　 "You are crazy—"

　　 "A bunch of **** dogs..."

　　 "God, don't fight, you knocked out four of my teeth, no, six."

　　 A few minutes later, that bruised and fat face was covered with blood stains, Kevin held his teeth and wailed loudly, his expression no longer the previous gloomy and hideous expression.

　　At this moment, Charles, who had been sitting next to him watching the show, had already secretly shrunk to the corner. He is very fortunate now that the gentlemen who patrolled the Thames River last night tortured himself.

"If you don't want to have only soup in the future, you'd better shut up!" At this time, the inspector took the hot coffee and rushed toward the guy's face: "Now, you can answer whatever I ask, and say one more tone. Arrange for you to go to Robben Island."

　　 The voice was not loud, but it was very deterrent. Kevin instantly closed his voice, looking at the police officers with fear and, perhaps, hatred.

　　 "You killed people?"

"no."

　　 "Why are you following her?"

　　 "This **** drowned our child a few days ago and lied that he entrusted little Jack to his aunt who lives in the country to raise... bitch!"

　　 "Quiet, she is dead, give me some respect."

Mr. Inspector’s eyes were unreliable. He knew that the Whitechapel District was as dirty as a sewer. Illegal transactions, illegal abortions, and drowning of newborn children occurred every day. However, 60,000 stray warblers were doing this. Catch it all?

　　 Thinking of this, he secretly sighed, and said coldly, "Okay, talk about what you saw and experienced last night. Don't be lucky. I will send someone to verify."

　　 "Last night at about nine o'clock, I found out where the prostitute where she was staying temporarily, so I took a few friends and a short knife to send this executioner to hell."

　　 Charles, in handcuffs, squeezed out a smirk, sat down on the chair, and said in an unusually relaxed posture: "I have searched for a long time, and finally saw her, the time should be around twelve o'clock."

"The alley is narrow and dim, covered in **** mist, and the dung of livestock is everywhere. The stench makes people can't help but hide their noses, and the **** is lying on the ground, like littered garbage... Obviously, someone started ahead of time, what a good guy."

　　The words fell, he shrugged to everyone.

　　 This action is undoubtedly a provocation. A plainclothes angrily slapped the interrogation table. From the sidelines to the present, he can't help it: "Who was there with you at the time, name! Address!"

　　 Hearing this, the corners of Kevin's mouth moved, subconsciously wanting to refuse to cooperate, but the strong smell of blood in his mouth, the death threat sent to Robben Island, made him give up.

　　 "Anthony Demon and John Demon, they are a pair of brothers, they live at No.3 Brick Lane."

　　 The inspector waved his hand and motioned for a group of plain clothes to bring the person involved. Then he sat back across from Kevin and asked with a cold face, "Have you seen any suspicious persons wandering around?"

　　 "When I turned into the alley, there was a tall guy who passed me by, staring at the three of us like a foreigner."

　　 "Did you see his face clearly?"

　　 "No, the street lights in that area have not been repaired yet, and the light is too dim. However, I remember him wearing a deerstalker hat and a long black windbreaker, covering himself tightly."

　　 At this time, Kevin also wanted to drive. Martha is dead anyway. It is definitely not worth it to catch him and friends for this bitch. It's better to just go ahead and tell everything you know.

　　 "Are there any more?"

　　 "That guy has a briar pipe in the corner of his mouth, but his boots are very old, like a rundown upper class person."

　　 With a sharp stroke, Mr. Inspector raised his head, frowned and looked at the suspect and said, "You mean, the murderer is a refugee?"

　　 "Maybe, not sure."

　　...

　　 At the same time, the group of search teams where Lu Li was located found a dead person.

　　 I saw, beside the garbage dump, a woman with a hideous and terrified expression was lying there, blood mingled with sludge and livestock feces.

　　 Obviously, in the eyes of the murderer, she is not much different from them.

　　 Out of inherited professional habits, UU reads www. uukānshu.com Lu Li walked over quickly, and looked at the basic condition of the corpse with the faint light emitted by the fuel street lamp—

　　 Lie on his back on the ground, the skirt is lifted to the abdomen; the knees are bent inward, the legs are rolled up, and the feet are on the ground;

　　 The face is swollen and the trauma is obvious; there is a deep wound on the neck, the wound almost wraps around the neck; the left hand is placed on the chest; he suffered an inverted V-shaped opening;

　　 In fact, Lu Li became more patient and restrained after he had close contact with the body of the last victim.

　　 Therefore, he stopped procrastinating and directly arranged the investigation work: "President Winsley, please block the scene. Any unrelated persons who try to approach this street shall be sent to the police station for transcripts."

　　 "Duke, you are a professional forensic doctor. Let's do an on-site investigation to determine the cause of death and the time of the murder... I will be with you."

　　 Lu Li assigned the work methodically, and several police officers were willing to cooperate with him. After leaving two kerosene lamps, they walked quickly out of the street and acted as guards.

　　 "Brother, put on a mask. Although there are some problems with the size, it can block many germs and reduce the odor."

　　 (With the discovery of viruses, protective masks have appeared in this era)

　　 After finishing speaking, Duke, who consciously acts as a tool man, took out a set of equipment from his suitcase and started survey work.

　　 At this moment, everyone is doing their own work in silence.

　　 And Lu Li squatted down and checked the debris near the corpse with his gloves, and soon a piece of paper soaked in blood was printed in front of his eyes.

　　 [You will hear the news that Jack has killed two more **** tomorrow, haha]

　　 The paper with two lines of fine print and the provocative book not long ago made him feel that the murderer was a **** butcher who desperately wanted to be noticed.