messenger from the wasteland

Chapter 92 In fact, smoking a cigarette would be more elegant

"Snapped."

The dark suitcase was set aside by the bench.

The man named Jack sat back on the bench, spread out the newspaper in his hand, and continued to read.

The man in black stood in front of Jack for a while, then sat beside him.

The two sat on the side of the street in silence.

One is smiling, one is stern, one is reading the newspaper, and the other is looking at the people on the street.

After a while, the man in a black suit took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and lit one for himself.

"You said in the news that the woman saw a murderer before she died?"

"Yes." Jack lowered his head and smiled, and replied gently.

"It seems that she took the initiative to find that person, and there seems to be something else to talk about."

"So, have you heard the news?" the man in black asked, smoking a cigarette.

"If there is, I can spend money to buy it with you."

"No." The smile on Jack's face seemed to have sank a bit, but his voice was still peaceful.

"I tortured her for a while, but she didn't say anything."

The woman from last night didn't say a word about the murderer, even though she was tortured to the point of collapse.

"But I have seen the appearance of that murderer."

Jack held the newspaper, and the smile returned to his face.

"What kind?" The man in black's eyes tightened, and he adjusted his black-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose.

"Same as in the rumors." Jack glanced at the man in black, squinting his eyes and smiling.

"It's pitch black."

"..." The man in black and Jack looked at each other for a while, nodded, and stood up.

"I see. Anyway, thank you for your help this time."

"I'm just getting paid to do things." Jack raised his hat to say goodbye, and his demeanor was always so polite and personable.

For the right price, he can do anything for anyone, whether it's killing or torturing.

"Are you really that short of money?" The man in black looked down at Jack.

Jack didn't look at him again, holding the newspaper in his hand.

"In a way, it's lacking."

"Then, we should have a big business for you after a while, let's get ready." The man in black pulled up his black suit and left alone.

Jack sat on the bench, raised his eyes, and watched the man in black leave.

"Then I look forward to it."

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"early."

A stack of documents was placed on Chu's desk, and Lawrence walked over to her.

Chu has a desk of her own, just opposite Lawrence, although she never does work at the desk, either sleeping or eating.

This was the first time a file had been placed on her desk. .

Chu was originally thinking about the woman at noon, but when Lawrence's voice woke her up, she looked up at Lawrence blankly, as if asking what was the matter.

Lawrence looked at Chu's appearance and rubbed his eyebrows. He promised that if Chu was not an emissary but a regular policeman, he would be the first to fire her.

After opening the file on the desktop, Lawrence stood beside the desk and said.

"Look at these pictures."

Chu lowered his head and looked at the photos in the folder. There were not many, but there were seven or eight of them. The photos showed various dead people with different death conditions, but some of them all had one thing in common. It was ripped open and its internal organs removed.

"It was the same man who killed them."

Chu's eyes narrowed slightly, looking at the photos. She may not be able to distinguish so clearly in other aspects, but in this kind of matter, she has experience that no one can match.

These people in the photo and the woman at noon were killed by the same murderer.

The technique of using the knife, the depth of the wound, and the cutting line are almost the same.

"Yeah." Lawrence nodded, and his judgment was the same: "I found these in the archives of the police station."

As he spoke, he pointed to one of the photos.

"The murderer first appeared ten years ago. Because of the method of killing, he was called Jack the Ripper by the police. It came from the name of a serial killer in the last century. But there are many differences between him and that Jack. First of all, he doesn't just kill women, he kills everyone, and sometimes he also uses other killing methods besides ripping the victim's stomach. According to the previous police judgment, he should be a professional killer. Hired to kill, even hired to torture the dead. Because the people he killed were basically involved in some gang incidents, so he should be hired by various gangs."

Lawrence said a lot in one breath, perhaps because he felt a little dry, so he took a sip of the water on the side.

After drinking, he put down the water glass and continued.

"At the beginning, can you find out the identity of this person, and then deal with him."

Lawrence's meaning is also very obvious, he wants to make this killer never appear again.

There are many such black transactions in the city of fog, and there are not a few people who buy and sell human lives with money, and Jack is not the only professional killer.

What Lawrence has to do is to make an example to the monkeys. If Jack is dealt with, such a deal will be much more restrained.

"Yes." Chu said, picking up the photo on the table.

"give it to me."

It's a bit funny to say, Chu and Lawrence in front of them seemed to be trading their lives.

Black and white are two completely different and opposite colors. Usually, people can distinguish them at a glance, but when black and white are extremely close, the boundary between the two will no longer be so clear .

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Unsurprisingly, it rained in the gloomy sky in the afternoon.

The fine raindrops washed the streets, as if they would wash away all the filth and make the streets clean and tidy again.

But this point is not applicable in the Fog City. The streets here seem to be so dirty forever, and the rain can only wash away the dirt, making the streets even more turbid.

In front of the abandoned room, Chu was wearing a men's police uniform, holding a black umbrella, with one hand in his pocket, watching the scene in the room.

The woman's body had been disposed of, but the blood was still there, and Lawrence took her back to the police morgue.She was not a prisoner, and if no one came to claim her for a while, Lawrence would arrange for her to be buried in the cemetery.

Chu had a lollipop in her mouth, which she bought in a small shop on the street on the way here. This kind of candy tastes pretty good.

She likes orange flavor.

Due to the humidity, the blood that had dried up in the room melted a little, and the strong smell of blood in the air was diluted a lot.

She raised her head and smelled the moist air in the rain. She could distinguish the smell of blood, and she could also feel where the smell went.

If it didn't take a lot of time to arrange the woman's body, it should have been done earlier.

Now in the rain, the smell of blood is not so easy to distinguish.

Fortunately, she still found the direction of the scent, turned her head around at first, looked at the street on the right, then turned and walked silently.

(End of this chapter)