I really don't want to hang up

Chapter 211 People in a Moral Vacuum

In the dungeon in the afternoon, after being briefly illuminated by some sunlight through the gaps, the dark and damp atmosphere mixed with the bulk sunlight, just like stinky tofu, smelly and fragrant.

"be honest!"

This is Luden's second visit to the palace.

As a law-abiding citizen, he was taken to the dungeon every time for a crime he did not commit, but the real murderer was able to get away with it, which is somewhat absurd and comical.

Luden was crammed into a dungeon and lived in a single room next to Barber Todd.

This is the arrangement of the Inquisition.

They didn't dare to put Luden and Todd in a cell alone. If Todd did something, it would be an unbearable pain for the Inquisition.

After the security team left, Tod poked out half of his head and asked curiously,

"Is that you?"

Todd paused for a moment, not knowing how to address Lu Deng. The last time he met, he didn't say his name.

He had no choice but to call the other party the 'Godfather Messenger'.

Luden sat on the chair, nodded and replied,

"it's me."

Since Luden came to see Todd last time, Todd's treatment has improved a lot. He is no longer bound by chains, can eat hot food every day, and even made an exception for him to take a bath.

Obviously, this is the handiwork of the Inquisition.

They have enough historical materials, even the living fossil of Awu, so they are very clear about Mr. Luden's behavior style.

Luden would respect the law as the law respected him.

At the same time, Luden regards morality as nothing, and when needed, he can wave a moral stick at any time to beat his enemies all over the head.Not even a chamber pot when not needed.

According to the evaluation of a Chinese surnamed Sir, Luden is an out-and-out creature of moral vacuum.

At the same time, if conditions permit, Luden doesn't mind letting himself live a more nourishing life.

Never sit when you can lie down, never walk when you can ride a car.

As Todd was the one Ludden favored, it was reasonable for the Inquisition to give him some attention.

Spend some money, spend some!
If spending money can increase the favorability of Mr. Luden and the camp of immortals, the trial of heresy can max it out!
The single cell where Luden lived was cleaned in advance.

The corners were covered with dry straw, and there was a single bed, a chair, two kerosene lamps, a stack of today's newspapers, and a pot of hot tea.

If Luden needs it, just pull the wire on the wall, and someone will come to solve the trouble for Luden soon.

This is the city of fog, not the base camp of the Heresy Trial.

However, the Wudu security team has always recognized money but not people.

So, after spending enough money on the Inquisition, Luden got the VIIIP treatment and avoided the ending of stepping on the sewing machine.

Looking at the newspaper of the day, Luden asked casually,

"Todd, what are you going to do if you get out of prison?"

"What do you want to do when you get out of prison?"

Todd felt a little funny when he heard this.

Just like in a certain music selection, the mentor on the swivel chair is asking: 'What is your dream? '

Todd's dream, of course, is to get out of prison.

Get out of prison, marry your fiancée, hire a decent godfather
In fact, Todd lived in the Santa Fe neighborhood just trying to convince the old godfather.

He is a shrewd and capable person, and he rarely makes mistakes in his actions. He only needs one knife to make the target leave the world completely.

The old godfather promised that as long as Todd killed a few more people, he would fulfill his wish and preside over the wedding.

In fact, the "gap between these few people" is like Pinduoduo's last knife, the second hurdle of a sheep, and the lazy dog ​​author's addition.

These are things that exist in theory but do not exist in practice.

Commonly known as: painting cake.

Todd gave his answer seriously,
"If there is one more thing to do with my fiancée, I would like to."

Todd hesitated for a moment, but still said,

"I want to cut your hair and shave."

Luden seriously commented,
"good taste."

Obviously, after the last contact, Todd tasted more things.

There is something about the messenger sent by the godfather, even more like the godfather than the old godfather.

There are two possibilities.

The other party is the godfather Brando.

Or Brando's godfather is even more skilled and can easily subdue such characters.

Todd is more inclined to the former, but he will not point out.

This is his tacit understanding with Brando's godfather.

Luden put down the newspaper and asked through the wall,
"Would you believe me if I said we'd be out in three days?"

Todd nodded without hesitation,
"I believe."

"why?"

why?
Todd also wondered why.

Why in the overcrowded Fog City dungeon, half an hour ago, all the criminals were taken away, leaving only him and the people next door in the entire dungeon.

Why would someone from Shenbang come to warn Todd, be careful in what you say and do.

Why did the younger brother of the deceased wife, who was supposed to enjoy the blessings in the Highland Republic, rush to Wudu, meet him in the dark dungeon, and expressed his kindness, expressing their willingness to support the love between the two.

Back then, Tao De was the son of a nobleman in the Kingdom of God, with power, wealth, and status.

The opposing family strongly opposes their love and refuses to give in.

Today, Todd is living in a foreign country, a barber on the most chaotic street, the only valuable thing on his body is a set of silver barber knives, he is even regarded as Jack the Ripper, his reputation has plummeted, like a street rat.

The other party actually agreed?
Todd also wanted to ask, why, what happened to this world!
"Sorry, that's a stupid question."

Luden shook his head, looked at the empty dungeon ahead, and said helplessly,
"They made too much of a fuss."

However, Luden could understand the caution of the Inquisition.

Wudu, unlike Shenbang four hundred years ago, is not a place where laws are taught.

When a scholar meets a soldier, there is no reason to explain it.

After reading the newspaper for a while, Luden went back to bed and fell asleep for a while.

He carried the pitch-black mask with him, and the air quality of the dungeon had no effect on him, so he slept soundly this time.

When Luden woke up, it was already midnight.

As soon as he got up, there was a sound from the cell next door.

"Mr. Messenger, are you awake?"

"Call me the dean, I am the dean of an orphanage."

Dean?

Todd wrote down this detail. He wasn't sure if it was a real identity or a disguise, so he had to follow the other party's words and say,

"Dean, a woman named Mi Le came to see you this afternoon. Seeing that you were resting, she left. She said she would be back tomorrow morning."

Luden nodded,

"I see."

"Your lawyers will be seeing you tomorrow afternoon and they are said to want to send you to court as soon as possible."

"it is good."

The two chatted for a while, and someone brought Luden dinner.

In order to make it easier for him to eat, members of the security team even allowed Luden to eat at the entrance of the dungeon.

Seeing this treatment, Todd's expression was extremely complicated.

What is the background of this dean?
Day two.

Miss Miller arrived as scheduled.

She has investigated many cases, and also wrote some novels, which were published in newspapers, and the response was good.

People like to read detective novels, especially stories about 'amateur detectives beating professional detectives'.

Therefore, Miss Miller never tired of it, going back and forth to the scene of the murder.

She rarely comes to the dungeon.

Generally, the prisoners locked up here have blood and human lives on their hands. Inspector Lei strictly forbids Mi Le to come to this kind of place.

It's just that this time Mi Le has to interview a very special person, and Inspector Lei made an exception once.

"Mr. Luden, this."

Mi Le didn't expect that the reunion of the two would be like this.

"Let's start right away."

Luden went straight to the point and said,
"Jack the Ripper won't commit another crime. That coward is scared out of his wits. Planting me is the last thing he will do. The rest of his life will be spent in fear and nightmares."

Listening to Lu Deng's words, Mi Le scribbled on the paper, not daring to miss any details.

After Luden finished speaking, Mi Le stopped writing before asking the first question.

"Mr. Luden."

Mi Le hesitated, pursed his lips and asked,
"Will Jack the Ripper be enraged if written like this?"

"Enraged?"

Luden shook his head,

"I'm just stating the facts, not smearing anything. There's no need for him to be angry because that's what the weak and cowardly do. He should be more of a man."

Did Luden smear Jack the Ripper?

How to discredit it?
Repeat what the other party did?
As Luden said, what he reported were all facts, and the reasons Jack the Ripper planted were one of revenge, revenge against the gods who tracked him down.

The second is to escape for yourself.

Luden as an accomplice, Todd as the main criminal, Shenbang murderer duo.
How wonderful it sounds?

The real Jack the Ripper, on the other hand, can pull out and land smoothly, at least on the surface.

Listening to Mr. Luden's words, Miller fell silent.

After a while, she spoke bitterly,

"Mr. Luden, if this report is published, it may anger Jack the Ripper. In order to prove that the above things are wrong, he may"

"He may continue to kill."

Luden told the most difficult part for Miller,

"He is a serial murderer. To him, killing is like eating and drinking. In order to fight back, he will kill. Yes, that's right."

Miller emphasized,
"Innocent people will die for this!"

Loudon asked,
"If Mr. Todd and I died because of this, wouldn't we be innocent?"

Mi Le choked on being blocked, and with a bit of guilt, he said in an apologetic way,

"We can find other ways to prove your innocence, and things will not come to this point."

Faced with this set of rhetoric, Lu Deng just showed a slight smile and said nothing.

As if listening to a joke.

After living in it for less than half a month, Luden knew one thing very well, the laws of the Fog City are a joke.

Especially for the people of Shenbang.

Mi Le may have realized this, but she still has some illusions in her heart, unwilling to admit the reality of cannibalism.

Luden and Todd were hanged in the name of Jack the Ripper, were they wronged?
Really wronged.

Do as Luden does, and one or more whores will die.

This account, no matter how it is calculated, is extremely worrying.

Lu Deng hit the nail on the head to break through the entanglement in Mi Le's heart,

"The only person to blame for the whole thing is Jack the Ripper.

You shouldn’t be entangled in my self-help behavior, I acted within the legal scope, Jack was the one who killed the law, and it was probably me who was killed unjustly. People always like to be harsh on the victim, and they prefer to forgive the murderer.

I'm sorry for what this may have caused, but I have no regrets. "

Mi Le's lips moved a few times, but he couldn't make a sound.

She understood every word Mr. Luden said, and she could accept the connected logic, but
Facing the bloody reality, she hopes to find a win-win solution.

At least, less people died.

Mi Le couldn't help asking,
"Mr. Luden, is there really no other way?"

"Have."

Lu Deng picked up the newspaper at hand, stopped looking at Mi Le, but said indifferently,

"Wait, do nothing, me and Todd won't die from this. Just remind you once, if this story is not published, more people will die."

As for whether Mi Le is willing to trust Lu Deng, it is not his business.

Mi Le put away his notes, saluted Lu Deng, and left the dungeon.

The third day, early morning.

Wudu Public Security Corps Secretariat.

A jazz walked into his office with graceful steps, put his hat and cane aside, and poured himself a glass of eggnog as a reward for today's work.

Although he hasn't done anything yet.

As soon as he sat down, he was about to deal with some paperwork, signing and so on, when a document was sent to him.
"Secretary-General, this is a case report about Jack the Ripper. The director of the Oliver Orphanage, Loudon Corleone, is suspected of a major crime."

Without raising his head, the Secretary-General said coldly,

"Secretary Auve, I don't need to know who is suspected, please tell me who is the murderer."

"This"

Secretary Auf was a little embarrassed,

"The evidence given by the detectives is far-fetched. When Jack the Ripper appeared, Luden wasn't even in the Fog City."

The Secretary-General stopped the pen in his hand, raised his head, and looked directly at Secretary Auf, making it impossible for the other party to avoid him.

"Listen, I don't care about the process, I just want the result, tell me, who is the murderer."

Auf was sweating constantly on the top of his head, his hand holding the document trembled slightly, and tremblingly said,
"He looks like he was planted, maybe someone put these things in his house"

The Secretary-General interrupted him roughly, and shouted dissatisfiedly,
"Listen, Off Isidore, I'm not a detective, and you're not a detective, we haven't done a case for a day, we have neither the ability nor the qualifications, and the noble business of investigating a case is not up to us. The humble secretary does it, we just sit in this rotten shack doing some trivial paperwork.

I just need you to answer a question, who is the murderer, I can simplify the question a bit more. "

The Secretary-General stared at the document and Auf in front of him like a vulture, as if he would swallow the other party in his stomach at any time, and asked his own question,

"Tell me, is Loudon Corleone one of the murderers?"

Auf swallowed, and said forcefully,

"One of the detectives believes that he is an accomplice, an instigator, and Todd is the main culprit."

"it is good."

The Secretary-General picked up the wine glass in hand, drank the eggnog, took the document, read all the words on it, and made sure that a detective was willing to gamble his future on this case and that he would not be implicated in any way.

The Secretary-General picked up the quill pen, signed his name, and said coldly,
"Then Loudon Corleone was the murderer."

　Tomorrow, I will take a full-day car to return, and the day after tomorrow will resume normal updates, and the daily update will be 8000+ for a period of time.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)