Chapter 221 Informer

Jack the Ripper disappeared from the dungeon.

No one can explain how he left.

The only warden who might have known the inside information locked himself in the house that night, drank three bottles of wine, and finally hanged himself.

Soon, newspapers spread rumors that the security team had never caught Jack the Ripper and that it was all just a farce, a shameless farce staged by Inspector Lei for personal advancement.

In addition, Jack the Ripper never committed another crime, so people gradually forgot about this incident.

Just like a pebble thrown into a deep pool, it makes a few ripples and then returns to peace.

Of course, the lives of people involved in the incident were still affected.

On the fifth day after Jack the Ripper was arrested, Luden and Todd received a pardon. The Little United Kingdom generously stated that they would no longer be held accountable for their previous crimes, and the fines for their escape from prison were also waived.

At the celebration banquet to celebrate the two discharged from hospital, Inspector Lei, who had disappeared for many days, made a rare appearance.

He was not as high-spirited as he had been a few days ago. His hair was messy and his beard was scruffy. He seemed to be more than ten years older.

The mysterious disappearance of Jack the Ripper dealt a huge blow to Inspector Lei.

The whole incident exuded a strange atmosphere. Detective Lei did not continue to pursue the matter, and he did not even care about the rumors in the newspapers. He simply treated it as nothing happened and did not dare to take a step beyond the scope of the matter.

He is a detective in the foggy city. He has long passed the age of full-bloodedness, and he is not a young man with a strong sense of justice.

Facing the unknown whirlpool, the only thing Inspector Lei can do is to do nothing.

Be quiet, alert, and carefully protect yourself.

He knew that a big shot was involved in this case, a big shot that he couldn't afford to offend.

Detective Lei took out a few paper paintings, distributed them to everyone, and said in a low voice,

"This is what that guy looks like. Keep it in your mind. It's best to burn the painting. Remember what he looks like to prevent him from coming back for revenge."

Luden glanced at the portrait, folded it up, put it in his pocket, and handed Inspector Lei a glass of wine.

"What are your plans for the future? I heard there are some changes in positions?"

Inspector Lei nodded, walked a few steps to the side to avoid the crowd, and said with relief,

"I'm getting old, and they want to transfer me to the north, maybe in the next few days."

For a detective, going north is tantamount to burying his career.

Luden took a sip of wine and smiled without comment.

Inspector Lei hesitated for a moment, looked around to make sure no one could hear the conversation between the two, and then lowered his voice and said,

"Mr. Luden, if you see the person in the portrait, no matter what you do, don't kill him."

Luden was not surprised at all, but said calmly,

"As you can see, I've always been a law-abiding citizen, haven't I?"

Inspector Lei's voice was hoarse, and he said with helplessness and anger,

"Look I have to do this."

Obviously, he concealed something about the portrait.

"I know."

Luden stretched out his hand and shook it with the other person.

When Inspector Lei shook hands with Luden, a paper ball was stuffed into his palm.

Detective Lei's expression froze slightly, and by the time he reacted, Luden had already walked away.

Hannibal didn't know when he appeared behind Inspector Lei and whispered,

"You and your family have tickets to go to the highlands tonight. If you stay here, you will end up like the warden."

Wudu is a cruel place, even for foreigners.

When Fog City is cruel to its own people, it will also be particularly cruel.

Inspector Lei was silent for a moment, clenching his fists as if he wanted to say something, and finally sighed helplessly.

Inspector Lei did not stay at the banquet for too long. He quickly got into the carriage and hurried away into the night.

Luden and others quietly returned to the small building and held a secret meeting.

Luden, Todd, Hannibal, and Miss Miller were left at the dinner party. This was not something she needed to know.

The three people put the portrait on the table. The quality of the paper painting was indeed not bad. After just a few glances, they could remember all the characteristics of Jack the Ripper.

Todd was the first to ask,

"Is there something wrong with the portrait?"

"No, this painting is real."

Before Luden could speak, Hannibal analyzed first,

"There were many people participating in the arrest that night. If you ask anyone, you will know whether it is true or not. The painting itself will not be false."

Todd couldn't help but feel a little strange,

"Then what's the problem?"

"The painting looks so similar."

Hannibal casually took out a wanted poster,

"This is the famous arrest warrant for night thieves in China. Take a look at the portrait on the warrant."

Todd has heard of this name. He is a guy who specializes in killing and robbing people in the middle of the night. He has committed no less than ten crimes in the Kingdom of God. The nature is very bad. It is said that he will also put the corpses in various strange postures.

Todd looked over and saw a vulgar and ugly man in the portrait.

Is this the legendary night thief?

No wonder they choose to kill people at night, as it would be a bit too eye-catching to do so during the day.

"What's the problem?"

Todd was more curious about another thing,

"Why do you carry a wanted warrant for a burglar with you?"

The night thief became famous more than ten years ago. He has disappeared over the years. Few people mention him anymore, and the reward money has been reduced again and again.

"Because he is a night thief."

Luden pointed to the portrait on the table and the wanted notice in Hannibal's hand.

"General portraits are very different from the person they are. For example, Zhang Mazi's face does not have pockmarks. The same is true for night robbers.

If you want to draw an accurate portrait, in addition to the artist's own high level of skills, you also need the cooperation of the person being painted."

The portrait in front of everyone can only mean one thing: someone wants them to know what Jack the Ripper looked like.

Intimidation? Threats? Or murder with a borrowed knife?

Todd looked at Luden, waiting for the next step of instructions.

He found that with Luden and Hannibal, he could put his 'brains' aside.

No matter how you play, Todd is not as thoughtful as these two people, so just listen to them.

"Take a step and see."

Luden had his own plan. He put the portrait away and ordered,

"After I leave the sanatorium, I'm going to clean up the Santa Fe neighborhood for Godfather Brando. These guys are too dishonest. Todd, you continue to open your barber shop, if Jack the Ripper comes to visit."

Luden and Todd gave a few instructions, then looked at Hannibal and asked,

"And you?"

"Sorry, I'm afraid I can't leave St. Peter's Sanatorium."

Hannibal showed a helpless smile.

He was wanted in all countries and could only seek refuge in the St. Peter's Sanatorium.

The past is hard to look back on.

Luden guessed this possibility and was not too surprised.

"Okay, I will come back to see you from time to time, have afternoon tea and so on."

The three of them returned to the dinner party and did not return to the small building to rest until late at night.

The next day, Luden returned to the orphanage after a long absence.

For the Oliver Orphanage, it seems to be the same whether there is a director or not.

What's more, the new dean, Mr. Ludden, has solved the biggest problem - money.

Even while he was in the nursing home, Luden continued to send money to the orphanage to maintain the normal operation of the place.
To be continued...