A Weird Theater That Started In London

A reporter from the 　　 newspaper claimed that the well-known George Lask, the leader of the Eastern District Civil Self-Defense Force, had a strong physique, a ruddy complexion, and a height of six feet. He had an elegant posture that he would not care when the sky fell.

　　 However, at this moment, he was standing in the hall of his home applauding.

　　 Lu Li thinks this guy is a rare and exotic animal with a very unique taste.

　　 was wearing a multi-color camouflage jacket, corduroy pants and high cowhide boots. In addition to that, Mr. Lasker was still holding a giant revolver on his **** with a belt, as if he were on the battlefield.

　　 But, the strangest thing is that he stuffed a colorful emerald scarf in his jacket.

　　The three people sitting on the sofa thought of a word at the same time: British homesteader.

　　 "If this cargo is accidentally caught by the enemy when it comes to the battlefield, there is a high probability that it will be released, because they will think that a farmer has been caught."

　　 Duke muttered softly, with a more detached personality. Earlier, he had heard passers-by say that George Lask was a brave commander in combat.

　　 Now that he has seen it with his own eyes, he is completely inconsistent with the description of the outside world.

　　 "Hello, I am Lu Li, from Baker Street. I have previously served as a special consultant for Scotland Yard."

　　 Just kidding, Mr. Lasker formed the Civil Self-Defense Force and called on men with legal guns to stand up to protect women. Every action is really admirable.

　　 Therefore, Lu Li hurriedly got up and greeted him, and Duke also introduced himself: "Good day, I am Duke, a professor of medicine at King's College. I have provided the police with the most professional autopsy report."

　　 Actually, these words were discussed in advance by the two of them. After all, by clarifying their own value, they have the confidence to fight for more right to speak.

　　 You know, halfway through the investigation, the feeling of being kicked away was really uncomfortable.

　　 "Look up for a long time, the servant sent a car to inform me as soon as the two of you came." Then he walked quickly, proactively stretched out his right hand, and shook them hard.

　　 Immediately afterwards, he hugged Conan Doyle again, apparently having a deep friendship.

　　 "Frankly speaking, even if the two of you don't come, I am going to visit the Western District in person and tie you up."

As far as the current situation is concerned, Mr. George Lasker was enthusiastic and did not put on airs. After a few polite words, he sat on the sofa with him and complained to Lu Li: "I have heard about you. Scotland Yard does. No way, I have already notified several members of Congress and asked them to impeach Harvard Vincent in Parliament for inaction."

　　 Between words and conversations, there is a sense of the same hatred.

　　 "In any case, catching the murderer as soon as possible is the most important place, so the two of us will take the liberty to visit."

　　 As the leader of the duo, Lu Li took the initiative to express his attitude, then raised his eyes to look at George.

"Yes, every member of our Eastern District Citizens Self-Defense Force thinks so." The well-connected middle-aged man finally abandoned his social rhetoric and said frankly: "In that case, I will now send someone to find out what's in the Eastern District. Painters and doctors, how about starting the investigation tonight?"

　　 "Before starting the operation, it is really important to make full preparations." Conan Doyle lit his pipe and took the time to mention.

　　 "Also...then let's wait."

　　 Hearing this, Duke nodded. After the initial panic phase, he became calm and rational.

　　 Although it is somewhat unkind to say that, the more victims there are, the easier it is for the murderer to reveal his identity.

　　 Besides, Jack the Ripper declared that he would kill two Orioles in a row tonight.

　　 The difficulty is not small.

　　 Thanks to the blessings of various newspapers, Jack has become a household name, whose name can almost stop children from crying.

　　 Tonight, in East London, including the Whitechapel District, there will be hundreds of patrols with dogs on patrol, and countless civilians familiar with the terrain will also stand guard at various alleys.

　　 In this case, as long as he dares to kill people, he will face the end of being searched by the whole city.

　　 "Doctor, painter, barber, please focus on these three professions."

After talking with Mr. Conan Doyle, Lu Chengzhong became more emboldened. After speaking, he added: "By the way, please don't ignore any suspects because of their age, like a notorious thug like Jack. It must be beyond the cognition of normal people."

"Um."

George Lask was very pleased. He had already foreseen that the Eastern District Citizens' Self-Defense Force grabbed the murderer in front of Scotland Yard. The residents of the city chanted the reputation of the hero while chanting, "Hanging that villain and frustrating the bones." ."

　　 Immediately afterwards, the marchers had a dispute. The reason was that some people felt that the hanging was unwilling to quell and the murderer should be tortured with the oldest criminal law.

　　 In the end, it converged into one voice: Jack the Ripper must not die too happily, and he, Lu Li, and Conan Doyle, including at most one Duke, will become veritable heroes.

　　 Thinking of this, George became extremely excited. He beckoned his assistant to come over, gave a few words in person, and then invited Lu Li and others to the restaurant to chat for a while, and taste the craftsmanship of French chefs by the way.

　　 After a short while, the Golden Goose Mansion became lively, and the air was filled with various fragrances.

　　 Several helpers are cleaning silver plates, fruits and vegetables; the chef is seriously handling the beef with distinct texture on the table; waiters in ties are laying flannels on the table.

　　 Around six o'clock in the afternoon, George Lasker, the host, opened a bottle of red wine and proudly said: "Lafite in 1787 has a history of a hundred years."

　　 "Gentlemen, let us pray together and thank the Lord for his gift."

　　 Under his leadership, Lu Li and Duke decided to go to the countryside to do as they were. UU Reading www. According to the prayer words in the memory, uukanshu.com held hands and sang in a low voice:

　　"Thank God Father God for his care, protection, and gifts throughout the day.

　　On this day, words and deeds can offend the heavenly Father. Ask the Lord for forgiveness and forgiveness and cover it with the Lord’s blood. Please protect my sleep and rest at night, I am willing to lie down in the arms of the mother like a weaned child, lying in your arms. "

　　It just so happened that a team of attendants brought up a sumptuous dinner, dry-fried sole fish, braised veal in white sauce, roasted Camembert cheese, puff pastry onion soup...

　　 Lu Li glanced at Duke calmly, and as expected, this guy was secretly swallowing.

　　 However, after realizing that someone was looking at himself, Duke quickly stopped his mind and said plausibly: "Please protect me from the horror of the night or the flying arrows of the day."

　　 "O Almighty Lord, please keep me from thinking about it... I declare in the name of the Lord to reject the spirit of fright, the spirit of fear, and the spirit of deception.

　　 The above prayers and declarations, in the name of the Lord, Amen! "

　　The words fell, and there was a tumult of noise outside the mansion. Someone was howling, seeming to have witnessed something terrible.

boom!

　　 The door was knocked open.

　　 The servants who had received Lu Li earlier, rushed in carrying a blood-stained package, staggering, and his clothes were still covered with vomit.

　　 This is an unknown package.

　　 Among them, there was a person's kidney. The sender wrote in the cover letter:

　　【What I shared with you is a kidney cut from a certain woman. I have fried the other half and eaten it. It is very delicious. Soon, I will give you another **** knife.

　　The last signature: the dearest Jack of Londoners]