A Weird Theater That Started In London

　　 "Two gentlemen, are you?"

　　 "Scotland Yard Special Counsel Lu Li, this is plainclothes responsible for security work."

As he said, Lu Li nodded towards the old man, counted as saying hello, and continued to speak casually nonsense: "Please inform Aaron Kosminsky, he is involved in a murder case. Therefore, we need to deal with it. He conducts the necessary questioning."

　　 "Oh...what?!"

　　 The old lady was very astute. Hearing that the two were from Scotland Yard, she put her eyes on Winchester in the hands of the driver.

　　 However, when she heard the second half of Lu Li's words, she subconsciously retorted: "How is it possible that Aaron is so sick that he can't get out of bed. How can I have the strength to do bad things."

　　 "Madam, you are not a judge, let alone a prime minister."

　　 It can be seen that the coachman inherited the attributes of his master. He didn't want to wrestle with the old woman. He rushed directly with the gun and yelled, "Go back a little bit, be careful of the fire..."

"Oh well."

　　 raise his hand, turn around and lead the way.

　　 The whole process was not procrastinated. It is worthy of being a refugee from the war.

　　 Efficient and simple.

　　 Things that can be solved by hand, there is no more nonsense, and Lu Li is speechless for a while.

　　 "Lance, put the gun away first, it will be troublesome if it causes a misunderstanding."

　　 At this time, the official identity can be more useful than the head of the Citizens Self-Defense Force. Generally speaking, as long as you declare your identity, ordinary citizens will cooperate. There is no need to be so brutal.

　　 Hearing this, the coachman named Lance sighed helplessly, and put the shotgun into the double-breasted coat: "Well, it's up to you."

　　 After entering the living room, the old woman guided them to sit down while watching Lu Li, and said, "What do the two police officers drink?"

　　 Apparently, she had realized who the leader was, so she forced a smile on her face.

　　 is weird.

　　 Maybe it was an illusion, she looked a little awkward.

　　 And Lu Li felt uncomfortable, stood up with his cane, took off his top hat, and saluted: "No, my partner's behavior was a bit reckless just now. I will take him to apologize to you."

　　 "But, please let Aaron Kosminsky come over, if it is not convenient, we can go to the room to find him."

　　 There is toughness in his words.

　　 Tonight, in any case, Lu Li will investigate the case and find out.

　　 Upon seeing this, the old lady coughed a few times and said tremblingly: "Please sit down and stay in the living room for a while. I'll go and notify Aaron to come down."

　　 "Excuse me, please."

　　 Not long after, that thin back disappeared at the corner of the stairs, and the decoration was simple, and it could even be said to be a shabby living room. Only Lu Li and Lance remained.

　　 "Her accent is strange, not London accent, with a Russian flavor, it seems that she has only immigrated here for a few years."

　　 In boredom, Lance looked around: "To be honest, to be able to own a property like this in the Whitechapel District, her children are definitely hardworking."

　　 Lu Li was a little surprised. This guy hadn't read the information, but he could analyze so many things based on the surrounding environment, which was much more useful than the trash in Scotland Yard.

　　 "Their family is from Poland."

　　 "The Aaron I'm looking for this time is the third son in the family. He works as a hairdresser and is more profitable. It is said that he recently got a mad disease and said that someone would eat him."

　　 After that, Lu Li opened his hands and looked helpless. He sincerely hoped that Aaron Kosminsky was not really crazy, otherwise, he could only find a way to contact a psychiatrist.

Out of George’s sight, Lance exposed his familiar nature. He smiled gleefully: "Man, this reminds me of today’s dinner. The guy who calls himself the Ripper sent a **** meal to Master Lask. Dim sum."

Land from:"……"

　　 held hands and sang prayers, and there were more than a dozen delicious foods in front of him, but encountered this situation, not to mention George, who is the host, he can't even think about it now.

　　 Sieg was beaten so hard that he was not wronged.

Da da da--

　　 About five minutes after the old woman went upstairs, there was a sound of footsteps on the stairs.

　　 Lu Li raised his head and saw a man about 30 years old with a bunch of beards walking down from the second floor.

　　According to the informant, Aaron has some bad habits, such as indulging in handicrafts.

　　 Looking at it now, the man in front of him should be the same, his eye sockets are deep and skinny, but he is not short, he looks like a skeleton.

　　 "Is it Aaron Kosminsky? We are from Scotland Yard. I have something to ask you."

　　 Lu Li stretched out his hand friendly and prayed that this guy could communicate and not do strange things in the room.

　　 It's a pity that Aaron didn't pay attention to the hand that reached in front of him, and just sat down in the armchair, looking listless.

　　 The atmosphere suddenly became awkward.

　　 For the next period of time, the three men just sat there and said nothing, while the old woman made three cups of coffee for everyone halfway through and left.

　　 It's a pity, I always stayed on guard and neither of them touched a bit.

　　 Time slowly passed, the sound of twelve o'clock in the morning, no more heat in the tea cup.

　　 Lance was a little anxious, and slowly couldn't sit still. After all, it was not a solution to exhaustion. Lu Li decided to try, but if it didn't work, he would torture the suspect.

　　 Something went wrong, Mr. Lask was walking around.

　　 At this point, Lu Li patted the table~www.wuxiamtl.com~ and tried to get Aaron to focus on himself.

　　 "Sir, where were you the night before?"

　　 "……"

　　 did not respond.

　　 "Kosminsky! What did you see that night?"

　　 "……"

　　 "Hey! Don't pretend to be a fool! Do you think you can stay out of the business if you don't speak?"

　　 "……"

　　 At this moment, Lance is staring at Lu Li with the eyes of a fool. He suspects that the famous detective is mentally upset due to lack of sleep and is trying to maintain communication with a dementia patient.

　　 "Bi Chi!"

　　 Lu Li couldn't help but swear an swear word, and his tone was hysterical: "Why are you killing Martha! Can't afford to pay for a prostitute? Or do you have any private enmity with her?"

　　 Suddenly, Aaron reacted.

　　 I don't know what he was muttering in his mouth, anyway, Lance didn't understand, Lu Li calmed down, patiently distinguished, but he heard some clues.

　　 This guy is speaking Polish——

"She's an original sinner, **** it! My friend, what a good job! I didn't give that woman a chance to yell at all. How could those dogs catch me? I love this job, and I will continue to do it. ."

friend?

Does 　　 mean Albert?

At this time, Lu Li somewhat understood this guy’s thinking mode. It is very likely that he killed Martha in this crazy state. Fantasy, thoughts, and loneliness urge him to act every minute and put the killing intent into action. actual.

　　Perhaps, as long as you follow his thoughts and talk down, you can get the truth.

　　 So, Lu Li pressed his excitement, leaned in and said, "Well done! The doggies in Scotland Yard didn't even think that you killed Martha."