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Chapter 211 People in a Moral Vacuum(2/3)

"I see."

"Your lawyer will see you tomorrow afternoon and they are said to want to send you to court as soon as possible."

"good."

The two chatted for a few more times, and someone brought dinner to Lu Deng.

In order to facilitate his food, the security team members even allowed Lu Deng to stutter in the dungeon.

Looking at the treatment, Todd's expression was particularly complicated.

Who is this dean?

The second day.

Miss Mile arrived as promised.

She has investigated many cases and wrote some novels and published them in newspapers, which has received a good response.

People like to read detective novels, especially the stories of "amateur detectives beat professional detectives".

Therefore, Miss Mile enjoyed it and traveled back and forth at the murder scene.

She rarely comes to dungeons.

Generally, prisoners who are locked here have some blood and lives on their hands. Inspector Lei strictly prohibits Mile from coming to places like this.

However, this time, the person Mile was interviewing was very special, and Inspector Lei made an exception.

"Mr. Luden, this."

Mile didn't expect that the reunion of the two would be like this.

"Just start right away."

Lu Deng went straight to the topic and spoke,

"Jack the Ripper will not commit crimes again. That coward is scared. Framing me is the last thing he did. He will spend the rest of his life in fear and nightmare."

Listening to Lu Deng's words, Mile wrote quickly on paper and did not dare to miss any details.

After Lu Deng finished talking, Mile stopped writing before asking the first question.

"Mr. Luden."

Mile hesitated and asked with his lips pursed,

"Would it be angered Jack the Ripper if he wrote like this?"

"Anger?"

Lu Deng shook his head,

"I'm just telling the facts and not slandering anything. He doesn't need to be angry because of this. That's what the weak and timid will do. He should be a little more like a man."

Did Luden smear Jack the Ripper?

How to smear?

Repeat what the other person did?

As Luden said, all he reported was facts, and the reason for Jack the Ripper framed him was to retaliate against the people who pursued him.

Second, it is to get out of it.

As an accomplice, Tode as the main culprit, and the duo of Shenbang murderers.

How wonderful it sounds?

The real Jack the Ripper can pull out and land smoothly, at least on the surface.

Listening to Mr. Luden's words, Mile fell silent.

After a while, she spoke with a little bitterness.

"Mr. Luden, if this report is published, it may anger Jack the Ripper, and to prove that the thing on it is wrong, he may"

"He may continue to kill."

Ludendi Mile said the most difficult part,

"He is a serial murderer. To him, killing people is like eating and drinking water. In order to fight back, he will kill people, yes, that's it."

Mile emphasized,

"There will be innocent people who die for this!"

Ludon asked,

"Wouldn't it be innocent if Mr. Todd and I die because of this?"

Mile was choked with a bit of guilt and said with a little guilty look for a supplement.

"We can find other ways to prove your innocence, and things won't go this far."

Faced with this set of rhetoric, Lu Deng only smiled slightly and said nothing.

It's like listening to a joke.

But after living there for less than half a month, Lu Deng knew one thing very well, the laws of Wudu were just jokes.

Especially for the people of Shenbang.

Mile may have realized this, but she still had some fantasies in her heart and was unwilling to admit the reality of cannibalism.

Is Luden and Todd hanged in the name of Jack the Ripper?

It's indeed unfair.

If Ludon does it, one or more prostitutes will die.

No matter how you calculate this account, it is heartbreaking.

Lu Deng pointed out the entanglement in Mile's heart,

"The only thing that should be blamed for the whole thing is Jack the Ripper.

I shouldn't be confused about my self-help behavior. I am acting within the legal scope. Jack is the one who really killed someone illegally. I may be killed unjustly. People always like to demand the victims and prefer to forgive the murderer.

I'm sorry for the possible outcome, but I won't regret it."

Mile's lips squirmed a few times, and she couldn't make any sound.

She understood every word Mr. Ludeng said, and she could accept the logic of communication, but

In the face of bloody reality, she hopes to find a win-win method.

At least, fewer people will die.

Mile couldn't help asking,

"Mr. Luden, is there really no other way?"

"have."

Lu Deng picked up the newspaper at hand and stopped reading Mile, but said coldly,

"Wait and do nothing, Todd and I won't die because of this. I will only remind you once that if you don't post this report, more people will die."

As for whether Mile is willing to believe Ludeng or not, it is not his business.

Mile put away his notes, saluted Lu Deng, and left the dungeon.

The third day, early morning.

Secretariat of Wudu Public Security Corps.

A jazz walked into his office with graceful steps, put his hat and cane aside, and poured himself a glass of eggnog to reward his work today.

Although he did nothing.

He had just sat down and was about to handle some writing work, signing and other things, and a document was sent to him.

"Secretary-General, this is a case report about Jack the Ripper, and the president of Oliver Orphanage, Luden Corleon, is suspected of committing a major crime."

The Secretary-General said coldly without raising his head,

"Secretary of Off, I don't need to know who is suspected. Please tell me who is the murderer."

"this"

Secretary Of was in a little embarrassed.

"The evidence given by the Inspectors is very far-fetched. When Jack the Ripper appeared, Luden was not even in the fog."

The Secretary-General stopped the pen in his hand, raised his head, and looked straight at Secretary Off, making the other party unable to escape.

"Listen, I don't care about the process, I just want the result, tell me who is the murderer."

Off was sweating constantly on his head, his hands holding the document trembled slightly, and he said tremblingly,

"He looked like he was framed, maybe someone put these things in his house."

The Secretary-General interrupted him rudely and shouted dissatisfiedly,
To be continued...
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