A letter?

While at a loss, Lu Li had a vague guess. Perhaps like role-playing games, that weird school was helping him get involved in some kind of case. In other words, it was releasing the main mission.

Thinking of this, he put down the white porcelain cup, opened the envelope printed with fire paint, and a long page of letter shook out.

Dear Mr. Lu Li:

Last night, a murder occurred in Whitechapel District. The incident happened as follows——

At about two o'clock this morning, a cleaner found a female body near Whitechapel. The district patrol immediately rushed to the scene and gave an equally horrifying inspection report:

All the deceased's teeth were lost, his eyes were missing, his neck was cut off, and his abdomen was disemboweled. There were no signs of struggle during his lifetime.

Such atrocious evil deeds outraged all colleagues at Scotland Yard, but unfortunately, we were still puzzled until we wrote this letter.

After all, the deceased's belongings were not lost, and after being so disfigured, it was difficult to confirm his identity.

Love killing? Vendetta? Killing by mistake?

Regarding the murderer's motive, all my colleagues held different opinions and almost had a quarrel. Therefore, I feel that this case is difficult.

I hope you will come to Scotland Yard (4 Whitehall Street) before twelve o'clock. I will be waiting here and guarantee that everything on site will remain as it is before you arrive. If you cannot come, please write back and give me advice.

Dial one or two.

Extremely grateful!

Yours sincerely, Mr Harvard Vincent, Chief Officer of the CID, Scotland Yard.

After patiently reading it several times to ensure that nothing was missing, Lu Li folded the letter and put it in his pocket, his expression always solemn.

The high-ranking officials of Scotland Yard personally wrote to invite them, which means that the case must be very complicated and the contents of the letter are anything but modest.

But what was the fog in 1888?

Queen Victoria, colonies, steam locomotives, workers, capitalists...

And Jack the Ripper!

Suddenly, a legendary figure came to mind.

Lu Li suddenly stood up from the sofa. Such a heinous murder could only be carried out by thugs with antisocial personalities, and Jack the Ripper was a representative figure.

However, for the next period of time, no matter what he thought, he had no clue.

After all, even in future generations with advanced technology, there are still different opinions about who Jack is.

Thinking of this, Lu Li decided to accept the invitation and help Scotland Yard arrest the murderer.

Because under the indoctrination of information in modern society, he is familiar with various Internet writing routines, and also understands a truth: the winner takes all, and the loser eats the dust.

In this "period drama", there is more than one actor, there are as many as forty people. Regardless of their respective camps, they are actually competing.

And just then.

Knock knock knock!

There was a knock on the door, and Lu Li became nervous instantly, thinking of all kinds of dramas, including desperate refugees breaking into the house and robbing him, a ruthless killer sent by his enemies...

While hesitating, he saw the coat rack on the right, with a black cane hanging on it.

Off-hand weapon!

The cane is a symbol of demeanor and identity, and can be used as a self-defense tool.

So, Lu Li turned around and walked towards the coat rack. After getting the cane, he immediately tried to wave it a few times.

The sound of breaking through the air is very textured.

It probably only takes one hit to blow someone's head off.

Feeling safe, he cautiously walked to the door and opened a gap: "Who?"

The hand hidden behind the door is ready to go.

"Mr. Detective, I'm from Scotland Yard, and I'm here to invite you to serve as a special adviser on the Whitechapel murder case."

After hearing this, Lu Li still did not dare to take it lightly, and looked at the strange visitor through the crack in the door.

The high-barrel helmet shaped like a rooster's comb, the high-collared tunic, and dark blue trousers are indeed consistent with the attire of the Scotland Yard police officers in my memory.

He was so anxious that while sending the letter, he also sent someone to pick him up. It seemed that Scotland Yard had to go.

Lu Li suppressed his thoughts, let go of his cane, and slowly opened the door: "Come in, what can you drink?"

"Thank you. It's just an emergency, so we'd better leave as soon as possible." Wensley looked serious, and his words and deeds were quite resolute.

Seeing that he refused directly, Lu Li felt a little surprised. Isn't it a Western tradition to drink a cup of coffee when you have nothing to do?

However, this is also good. If you get to know the case earlier, the detection rate will be higher.

So Lu Li nodded directly.

"I think so too."

After hearing the affirmative reply, Wensley's tense face finally softened.

With the help of this famous detective, Scotland Yard can definitely find out the truth.

"Then, let's go."

The two walked out of the apartment side by side, exchanging their views on the case along the way.

"I just joined the job this year, and I happened to be assigned to the Whitechapel District." Wensley lowered his gaze and said in a deep voice: "Therefore, after the murder occurred, he and two other colleagues rushed to the scene as soon as possible."

"Did you find anything?"

Lu Li asked subconsciously.

"The air was humid at that time, the blood had not completely solidified, the floor tiles were dyed red, and flies were scurrying around. Frankly speaking, we were all frightened at the time. The empty and bloody eye sockets, the torso full of wounds... vomit...

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Recalling this, Wensley slowly shook his head with an expression of disgust: "The murderer is not qualified to be called a human being at all. He is a bipedal beast, a civilized villain, and the son of Satan."

After saying that, he squatted on the street and vomited, losing his previous aloof demeanor.

"Have a car."

Seeing Wensley's expression of pain, Lu Li felt a haze in his heart. A professional police officer behaved in such a panic after witnessing the murder scene. What about him? When he saw the body, his condition was probably not much better.

"Sorry to trouble you, the fare will be borne by... ugh... Scotland Yard... ugh..."

Oatmeal and sour water were mixed together. Lu Li only glanced at it and quickly looked away.

On the street, there is a heavy flow of people, and horse-drawn carriages and ox-carts can be seen everywhere. However, when it comes to urban construction, it may not be as good as in remote mountainous areas in later generations. Stores either have no signboards or only have a wooden sign. Looking around, there are rarely more than four square meters.

layer building.

Of course, there are also all kinds of livestock dung, which are driven up by the wheels. Therefore, pedestrians must always pay attention to their feet and surroundings.

The so-called cosmopolitan city.

Apart from the large number of people and rampant criminal activities, Lu Li has not had any other feelings yet.

Soon, a dilapidated open carriage stopped in front of the two people: "Two gentlemen, where are you going?"

"No. 4 Whitehall Street, go faster."

Lu Li answered on his behalf, then pulled the handle outside the carriage and helped Wensley in.
Chapter completed!