messenger from the wasteland

Chapter 91 Smile
After leaving the early days, the woman walked on the street at night, her high heels collided with the stone slabs on the ground, making a crisp sound, as if beating the night.

The woman walked for a while, she seemed to feel something, turned around, but she didn't see anything.Frowning, she continued walking forward.

But after a while, she still felt that there seemed to be something behind her, so she stopped and looked back again.

There was still nothing in the dark and empty streets.

So the woman continued to move forward uneasily. At this time, she understood where her strange feeling came from. She heard a footstep, a footstep that did not belong to her.

She stopped again, her footsteps also stopped, she stood where she was, her heart beating faster and faster.After being stiff for a long time, she took a deep breath and turned around.

This time, she saw a person, a person wearing a black robe and a white smiling mask.

"Well!"

The woman wanted to scream, but her mouth was covered immediately, and at the same time, the man in black held her tightly in his arms.

"Don't be afraid ma'am, I just need to kill you."

It was a dull man's voice, very polite, but what he said had a chilling coolness to it.

After saying this, he quickly left the street with the woman.

He had heard the rumors about the Fog City recently, and he didn't want to meet that murderer on the street at night, although he seemed to have already met it just now.

The woman whimpered in panic, and was forcibly taken out of the street by the man in black.

The man in black walked so fast that even the mist didn't react.The woman's sobs, like the whispers of the night, disappeared into the night.And the mist didn't see this, the mist was looking into the distance.

You know, a speakeasy job is dangerous, you never know if you'll hear something you shouldn't hear and get killed.

This is how a woman hears things she shouldn't hear. Although she may not realize it herself, she has been sentenced to death.

The man in the black robe was the one hired to kill her. He was the most efficient and reliable killer in the city, at least until the killer appeared.

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On the second day, a dead person appeared in the fog capital, um, to be precise, it was a special dead person, because there are dead people almost every night in the fog capital, if it is not special, there is no need to mention it.

The deceased was not killed by a murderer, because this is not a murderer's method of killing, and this method of killing has appeared before.

The killing method of the murderer is fatal with one blow. Although it looks very bloody and unbearable, the deceased should have died without feeling anything. Perhaps it can be said that this is also a kind of cruel kindness.

But this time the deceased was different, she died a miserable death.Yes, miserable.

She was found in an abandoned cabin on a street corner, lying in her room with her stomach cut open and her guts taken out.

His eyes stared blankly at the ceiling of the room, and there were dried blood all over the floor.It can be seen that she was tortured extremely cruelly before her death.

This method of killing belongs to only one person in the Fog City, Jack the Ripper.

He is a hired killer, but few people know his identity. Only a few major gangsters and organization leaders in this city know how to contact him, so it can also be said that he is a professional killer belonging to several major gangs.

He is hired to kill people, and even in his service, he can spend money to formulate the method and location of the murder, and peeling the victim's stomach is a very representative method of killing.

So he was called the Ripper, the name did not belong to him, he belonged to the name.

It was already noon when Chu and Lawrence rushed to the scene after hearing the news.

Passers-by watching nearby all hid on both sides.

Lawrence, a police officer with blood on his hands, was no less intimidating to others than Jack the Ripper.

Pushing open the door of the room, even Lawrence frowned, the picture in front of him was really unsightly.

And it has been placed for too long, and the corpse has already given off an unpleasant stench.

Standing behind Lawrence and watching, her fingers trembled unconsciously, because she saw the woman clearly.

Under the messy hair, the woman's face was bloodless, and her eyes were dull and lifeless.

This woman is the woman who came to find the first thank you last night.

At first, there were very few emotional fluctuations, but this time, she felt some anger, because this woman should not have died.

"The Ripper..." Lawrence frowned as he looked at the corpse and said the name.

Hearing this name, I first thought of the person with a smiling mask who passed by her last night.

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The sky is gloomy, the weather today is not good, and the low-pressure sky makes people feel depressed.

The passers-by lowered their heads and drove on the road, but there was a person on the side of the road who looked very different.

He sat leisurely on the bench, reading a newspaper.

This is a man, his clothes are very ordinary, but very neat, wearing a shirt that has been washed a little white, a black suit vest, and a neat bow tie at the neckline.

On the outside was a dark gray coat. It could be seen that it was no longer brand new, but it was well maintained, with a straight neckline and few wrinkles at the hem.

This is a person who is completely different from ordinary Wudu residents. This is not only reflected in his clothing, but also in his face.

It's not that he is so handsome, in fact, he only has an ordinary face, the difference is that every part of his face is taken care of so meticulously.

There are two well-groomed beards on the not-so-thin lips, which stick smoothly to the corners of the mouth, making his face not so rigid but more amiable and friendly.

His hair is neatly combed and trimmed, and with the round hat he wears, he looks like an old-fashioned and active gentleman
And there is a kind smile on his face, the smile is not very wide, but it can still be clearly seen that the gentle smile he carries is in harmony with the surrounding environment and everyone here. Out of place smile.

The man has been sitting on the street, he seems to be waiting for someone, he waited for a long time, finally a person appeared on the street.

The man put down the newspaper in his hand, smiled, and waved to the man, as if he was greeting an old friend.

Walking was a man in black in a black suit, he looked silent, and he was carrying a dark suitcase in his hand.

"Here's your payment, Jack."

The man in black said, and handed the suitcase to the man.

"Oh." The man took off his hat, smiled and bowed.

"Thank you."

(End of this chapter)