"It's not fair! It's not fair! We didn't break the law, why should we be detained?"

As the eldest sister of all the homeless people in this neighborhood, Katie is by no means a fool. She knows very well how many evil things she has done. Once she is liquidated, she will definitely be sentenced to death.

So, Katie tried her best to make noise and struggle to see if she could escape by chance before the people in charge at the police station returned.

But she underestimated Scotland Yard's determination. Officer Wensley had already given instructions to fully cooperate with the special investigators in investigating the case, and if anything went wrong, he would be dismissed immediately.

Therefore, two strong men, one on the left and one on the right, threw the obscene woman who was leading the trouble into the special detention room.

boom!

The loud noise of the iron door colliding with the wall was heard, and the Orioles in the other detention room all shuddered, became well-behaved, and huddled in the corner, whispering.

After living on the streets for so long, Helen prided herself on being shrewd. At this moment, she had already imagined that it was the dead Newberry who attracted the attention of the police.

The wandering warbler is at the bottom of society, and her status is only a little higher than that of the vagrants. When she walks on the road, the police in the area do not take her seriously. Even if she dies for various reasons, the police will not care.

Unless there is a need, they will show some enthusiasm.

So, why is this situation so special?

It is worth mentioning that Helen once had a concubine who worked as an informant for Scotland Yard for a period of time. Under the influence of this concubine, she had a certain understanding of the levels of police epaulettes.

Senior Superintendent!

The chief of the Whitechapel District Police Station is barely on the same level as Wensley. The key is that the other person looks very young.

"This bitch Ai Songen actually told what happened at night..."

"No matter how many people like us die, they will not attract attention."

"What on earth is going on?"

The conversation became louder and louder.

At this time, the police officer standing outside in charge of custody immediately yelled. Although the superior did not explain, years of experience told him that if they were not stopped, the suspects were likely to collude to confess.

As a result, two more homeless people were handcuffed and held in solitary confinement.

As a result, there was no more noise coming from the detention room. The Orioles huddled in the corner, occasionally sobbing.

Next room.

The eldest sister, Katie, regained consciousness. Besides her, there were two other people in the holding room.

One was a drunken homeless man with patches all over his coat. He was lying on the damp cement floor and snoring. The smell of low-quality alcohol was mixed with the stench.

The other is a middle-aged woman with disheveled hair, with only a few bright traces of lipstick left. She leans against the wall and smokes a cigarette while looking at her new roommate without any concealment.

"Hello."

Katie forced out a harmless smile. Out of instinct, she felt that she should strike up a conversation with the other person.

The woman didn't know Katie's brutal record. She pouted her mouth and blew out a smoke ring, and asked in a senior tone: "What did you commit?"

"Nothing... Oh, I think I probably found a body and didn't report it to the police in time, but it's not my fault. Night is a good time to make money. If I don't go to work, I won't even get the cheapest eel soup the next day.

I can’t even afford it.”

"Ha, I am also a wandering warbler."

The woman smiled softly, revealing several rows of teeth covered with soot, while Katie was confused. She knew all the Orioles in this area, and she could quickly name even newcomers.

But the woman in front of me really had no impression at all.

Therefore, Katie secretly looked at each other with her peripheral vision. The clothes were old but very gaudy. The satin robe had faded decorations. She wore badly worn shoes and pink silk stockings, which were soft in winter and summer.

The hat... the broken makeup... the same kind... unmistakable.

In addition, there are some bruises on the face.

That stream of Orioles that we had a confrontation with last night?

The thought flashed across her mind, and Katie backed away pretending to be intimidated, and said calmly: "Why haven't I seen you?"

"I work in another neighborhood. We may have met late tonight, but it was too dark and it was raining heavily, so I don't remember much."

As he said that, the strange wandering warbler threw away the cigarette and trampled it hard with his heel. He seemed to be venting his dissatisfaction and complained to his peers: "What's wrong with the world now? I just happened to pass by an alley and I was arrested...

…”

"Me too, I stayed in the tavern waiting for the guests to call me, but I was arrested for no reason." Katie concealed the fact that she had killed other Orioles to avoid causing trouble, and asked insinuatingly: "Where is this man?"

The man on the ground has a strong build and his hands are covered with calluses. He looks like a dock porter. Of course, this type of person likes to patronize Liuying's business.

"Customer, before we could make a transaction, he was arrested by the passing police. It is said that he was involved in a serial murder case..."

The two of them chatted non-stop.

They were both from Tianya, so they had a tacit agreement not to talk about the bloody conflict that happened at night.

At the same time, Lu Li was sitting in the Sheriff's Office. In fact, he had arrived here a long time ago, but he had to deal with other matters and could not attend to the interrogation for the time being.

Yesterday afternoon, Scotland Yard conducted an urgent investigation to investigate the identities of the 42 previous victims.

Twenty minutes ago, first-hand information was sent over by Mr. Vincent who was sitting on Whitehall Street.

"The identities of the nine deceased have been confirmed so far, and there can be no mistakes."

"Most of the remaining ones have some clues, but it's hard to make a conclusion yet."

Officer Wensley held the backup file in his hand and walked slowly in the office.

Beside, Lu Li was sitting on the leather seat, looking at the pile of information in front of him and thinking deeply.

After reading them, he felt that Scotland Yard was doing a disservice by broadening the target of suspects, or in other words, destroying the connection between the victims.

"Are they all wandering orioles?" Lu Li pinched his eyebrows.

Officer Wensley was stunned for a moment, and after thinking for a moment, he said solemnly: "That's right."

"You have just arrived in this city, and you don't know that the moral and social atmosphere of Fog City has been corrupted to an extreme over the past few years."

After some explanations, Lu Li finally clarified a concept: the moral values ​​of the Victorian era made it difficult to simply distinguish women by "good" and "bad".

Especially the word Liuying.

In addition to women actively soliciting customers on the street, we may also include women who have illegally cohabited with men for a long time, women who indirectly or often receive large amounts of money from their partners but have their own jobs, women who are unemployed and receive financial support from one or more men.

Helping woman.

Judging from the data, only nearly twenty victims were street vagabonds, while the others were the latter. Some worked as waiters in restaurants, and some worked in factories...

The most outrageous thing is that the identities of the two victims have been confirmed. One of them is a ballet dancer, and the other is a baroness whose family is in decline.

"Sir, don't be surprised. They don't do this for money. Most likely they want to satisfy themselves."

"In upper class society, it is considered elegant and fashionable for ladies to have several knights as lovers in addition to their husbands."

Having said this, Officer Wensley couldn't help but shrugged, appearing quite helpless.

As the spies described in the documents, they discovered that these two respectable victims had no fewer than twenty lovers during their lifetimes.

If we dig deeper, we can find at least hundreds of suspects.

"Well, there's an old saying in the East that things will turn to their extremes."

Lu Li closed the document and sighed.

Some women enjoy a nightlife that moral guardians vehemently disapprove of, pursuing fun rather than money.

This kind of behavior, in the eyes of most people nowadays, is no different from that of wandering warblers, and can be classified into the same category.

"Based on the available evidence, these victims are... unclean in some sense?"

Lu Li carefully considered his words. After all, from the perspective of future generations, although this kind of thing is immoral, because it is relatively common, he himself does not think it is too exaggerated.

"That's right."

Officer Wensley was not so polite when he spoke, and said bluntly: "This kind of people can be divided into two groups. One type is those who are dissolute, bad-tempered, lazy, vain and greedy by nature."

"What about the other kind?" Lu Li was curious as to what this authentic British elite had to say.

"They are relatively pitiful and deserve public sympathy and a helping hand from all gentlemen who still have a sense of morality in their hearts." Wensley learned about Ai Songen's experience from Lu Li and gave an example: "These girls are poor and lack skills.

, there are no brothers to rely on, and both parents are dead.”

"As far as I know, the average age for joining this industry is sixteen. Before that, many girls stayed with boys of the same class and were abandoned after a few years and had to live on the streets."

"Why do you know so much about this business?"

Lu Li was curious, but he still added, "It has nothing to do with the case. If it's inconvenient, you don't have to answer."

It would indeed be understandable if Wensley was just a junior police officer, or a slightly higher-ranking police sergeant, and had some understanding of street phenomena.

But now he is a senior superintendent. A senior superintendent under thirty years old, his status is second only to those old men at the director level, and it is almost impossible to deal with Liu Ying.

However, Lu Li guessed wrong.

Wensley frowned and thought for a moment, then explained: "Ten years ago, I graduated from school and worked as a police sergeant in the Financial City. The teacher in charge of me was Mr. Vincent..."

"Okay, I'm a little off topic."

The successful police officer shook his head and said solemnly: "At that time, I met a very tasteful girl. She was dressed in exquisite and low-key clothes and ran a cafe on the west side of Waterloo Bridge."
To be continued...