I really don't want to hang up

Chapter 221 The Whistleblower

Jack the Ripper disappeared from the dungeon.

No one can explain exactly how he left.

The only warden who may know the inside information locked himself in the house that night, drank three bottles of wine, and finally hanged himself.

Soon, newspapers were rumoring that the Sheriff's Forces had never caught Jack the Ripper, and that it was all just a farce, a shameless farce staged by Detective Ray for his personal promotion.

Coupled with the fact that Jack the Ripper never committed a crime again, people gradually forgot about it.

It's like a stone thrown into a deep pool, splashing a little ripples, and then returning to calm.

Of course, the lives of those who were involved in the incident were still affected.

On the fifth day after Jack the Ripper was arrested, Luden and Todd received a pardon, and the Little United Kingdom generously stated that they would no longer pursue their previous crimes, and even the fines for their escape from prison were also exempted.

At the celebration banquet celebrating the discharge of the two, Detective Lei, who had disappeared for many days, reappeared rarely.

He was not as vigorous as he was a few days ago, with disheveled hair and a scruffy beard, as if he had aged more than ten years.

The mysterious disappearance of Jack the Ripper was a big blow to Detective Ray.

The whole incident revealed a strange atmosphere, Inspector Lei didn't continue to investigate, he didn't even care about the gossip in the newspaper, he just pretended nothing happened and didn't dare to go one step further.

He is the inspector of Wudu, and he has already passed the age of full-blooded, let alone a young man with a sense of justice.

Facing the unknown vortex, the only thing Inspector Lei can do is to do nothing.

Be quiet, watchful, and protect yourself carefully.

He knew that a big shot was involved in this case, a big shot he couldn't afford.

Detective Lei took out a few paper paintings and distributed them to everyone, and said in a low voice,
"This is what that guy looks like. You should remember it in your mind. You'd better burn the painting. Remember his appearance, lest he come back for revenge."

Luden glanced at the portrait, folded it, put it in his pocket, and handed Inspector Lei a glass of wine.

"What are your plans in the future? I heard that the position has changed?"

Inspector Lei nodded, took a few steps to the side, avoiding the crowd, and said with relief,

"I'm old, and they want to transfer me to the north, maybe these days."

For a detective, going to the north is tantamount to burying his career.

Luden took a sip of the wine, smiled, and made no comment.

Detective Lei hesitated for a moment, looked around, and made sure that no one could hear the conversation between the two, then lowered his voice and said,

"Mr. Luden, if you see the person in the portrait...no matter what you want to do, don't kill him."

Lu Deng was not surprised, but said flatly,
"As you can see, I've always been a law-abiding citizen, haven't I?"

Inspector Lei's voice was hoarse, and he said with helplessness and resentment,
"Look I have to do this."

Obviously, he had something to hide about the portrait.

"I know."

Luden stretched out his hand and held it together.

When Detective Lei shook hands with Luden, a ball of paper was stuffed into his palm.

Detective Lei's expression froze slightly, and before he could react, Luden had already walked away.

Hannibal didn't know when he appeared behind Detective Lei, and whispered,
"For the boat ticket to the highlands tonight, all of your family members are leaving. If you stay here, you will end up with the warden."

Fog is a cruel place, even to strangers.

When Wudu is cruel to his own people, he will be extraordinarily cruel.

Inspector Lei was silent for a moment, clenched his fists, as if he wanted to say something, and finally sighed helplessly.

Inspector Lei didn't stay at the banquet for too long, he quickly got into the carriage and hurried away into the night.

Lu Deng and others quietly returned to the small building and held a secret meeting.

Luden, Todd, Hannibal, and Miss Miller were left at the dinner party by them, this was not something she needed to know.

The three of them put the portrait on the table. The quality of the paper painting was indeed not bad. Just by looking at it a few times, one could remember all the characteristics of Jack the Ripper.

Todd was the first to question,

"Is there a problem with the portrait?"

"No, the painting is real."

Before Luden could speak, Hannibal analyzed first,
"There were a lot of people who participated in the arrest that night. If you just ask anyone, you will know whether it is true or not. The painting itself is not fake."

Todd couldn't help being a little strange,
"What's the problem?"

"The painting is too similar."

Hannibal casually took out a wanted warrant,
"This is Shenbang's famous arrest warrant for burglars. Take a look at the portrait on the arrest warrant."

Night thief, Todd has heard of this name, a guy who specializes in murder and robbery in the middle of the night, has committed no less than ten cases in Shenbang, the nature is very bad, and it is said that he will put the corpse into various strange poses.

Todd looked over, the portrait was a vulgar and ugly man.

This is the legendary night thief?
No wonder it is a bit too eye-catching to come out during the day to kill people at night.

"What's wrong with that?"

Todd is more curious about another thing,

"Why do you carry the arrest warrant for the burglar with you?"

It has been more than ten years since the burglar became famous, and he has disappeared all these years. Few people mention him, and the bounty has dropped again and again.

"Because he is a night thief."

Luden pointed to the portrait on the table and the arrest warrant in Hannibal's hand,
"Ordinary portraits will be very different from the real person. For example, Zhang Mazi has no pockmarks on his face, and the same is true for night robbers.

To paint an accurate portrait, in addition to the high requirements of the painter's own skills, it also needs the cooperation of the person being painted. "

The portraits in front of everyone can only explain one thing: someone wants them to know what Jack the Ripper looks like.

intimidate?threaten?Or borrow a knife to kill?
Todd looked at Luden, waiting for the next instruction from him.

He found that with Luden and Hannibal, he could put his 'brains' aside.

No matter how he played, Todd didn't have as many minds as these two people, so he just listened to them.

"Step by step."

Luden had his own plan, put away the portrait, and ordered,

"After leaving the nursing home, I will clean up the Santa Fe neighborhood for Godfather Brando. These guys are too dishonest. Todd, you continue to open your barber shop, if Jack the Ripper comes to you."

Luden and Todd ordered a few words, looked at Hannibal again, and asked,

"What about you?"

"Sorry, I'm afraid I can't leave St. Peter's."

Hannibal gave a helpless smile.

He is wanted in all countries and can only seek asylum in St. Peter's Sanatorium.

Forget the past.

Luden guessed this possibility and was not too surprised.

"Okay, I'll come back to see you from time to time, have afternoon tea or something."

The three of them returned to the dinner party and did not return to the small building to rest until late at night.

The next day, Luden returned to the orphanage where he had been away for a long time.

For the Oliver Orphanage, it seems to be the same whether there is a director or not.

What's more, the new dean, Mr. Lu Deng, has solved the biggest problem - money.

Even when he was in the nursing home, Luden kept sending money to the orphanage to maintain its normal operation.

I haven't seen it for a while, the children who were originally thin have flesh on their faces.

Luden didn't waste too much time in the orphanage, and there were still two months before the first child's coming-of-age ceremony.

That afternoon, Luden, wearing a pitch-black mask, came to the Santa Fe neighborhood, walked into a newly opened barber shop, and sat on a seat.

Not long after he came in, a guy with sly eyebrows and mouse eyes also walked into the barber shop, looking around, as if looking for someone, he was relieved when he saw the black mask.

Santa Fe Block Officer - Pickpocket Matthews.

Matthews stood beside Luden and said in a low voice,

"Godfather, we haven't been able to contact you during this time, we are all very worried."

After saying a few innocuous words, Matthews said tentatively,
"Godfather, please forgive my ignorance, if you are looking for me, why not in the church, but choose here?"

Communicating in the confessional of a church, whatever is said, is protected by the law.

And choosing a barbershop is a bit too bold.

Luden, who was lying on the chair, said slowly,
"You have already reported to the security team, what else is there to worry about?"

Matthews' expression froze, panicked for a moment, and soon returned to normal, flattering and angry said,
"Who's framing me? Is it Polly that bitch? She's hiding a lot of money and doesn't want to give it to you. Godfather Brando. I can kill this bitch tonight if you give me the order! Take it back Your money!"

As he said that, Matthews moved his hand to the cuff, where there was a blade, which was his helper in making a living.

A silver light hit Matthews' throat, making him break out in a cold sweat.

Todd said casually,

"I'd be smarter if I were you."

It only takes one knife to slit the opponent's throat.

This kind of thing, Todd is professional.

Matthews froze in place, the corners of his mouth twitched a few times, unable to laugh or cry.

In the end, he put away the clown face, looked indifferently, and looked at the people on the couch.

"What do you want, godfather?"

Luden didn't speak, Todd said instead of him,

"respect."

"Enough respect for the godfather."

Matthews changed his expression several times, and finally compromised, and said sickly,
"Tonight, I'll send 100 pounds to the barber."

Before Todd could speak again, Matthews continued,
"Everyone will send 100 pounds, which is what we owe the old godfather and godfather Brando."

Todd looked at Luden on the recliner, who nodded slightly.

This level is fine.

Luden didn't expect to squeeze more money from these guys, he only needed a start-up capital.

Putting away the razor, Todd said coldly, "Get lost."

Matthews left the barber shop as if fleeing, not daring to stay for a second longer.

After he left, Todd couldn't help asking,
"How do you know that it was Matthews who informed the security team?"

Luden took off the black mask, and Todd stepped forward to help Luden with his beard.

"I don't know, I just believe he will inform."

A pickpocket, who does some petty theft in the neighborhood every day, is caught in the security team every now and then.

How can such a person have professional ethics and moral bottom line, and keep his mouth shut to the security team?

As long as he has a moral bottom line, he will not be a thief.

The same is true for other cadres, who are more or less related to the security team.

Luden said with emotion,
"In this line of work, everyone will inform."

(End of this chapter)