"At about four o'clock in the morning today, the police found the body of a woman in the stocking area behind the Whitechapel in the East District. Her identity can be identified as Ms. Mary Ann Nicholas. She was 43 years old. The deceased had been brutally beaten and raped before her death. , the body was seriously damaged. This is the second case of vicious murder and mutilation in the urban area of London in August, and it also happened near Whitechapel. Mr. Ernie Morton has been involved in the investigation, and I believe that with such a well-trained and experienced sheriff in charge of the overall situation, the case will be solved in a short time... "
After Wang Xu finished reading this paragraph in the newspaper, he looked up at the cat master who was drinking coffee there: "That's all in the "Daily Telegraph", and the rest are all nonsense touting the sheriff."
Master Cat sighed: "Actually, what you read just now is basically nonsense, hey... the media, after so many years, except for the improvement in the level of gossip, other aspects have not changed at all. Look, "The Standard" Said it was a political murder, and the "Times" involved the immigration issue... Even if there is only one of those reporters, he can see how sensational this case will develop in the next three months, absolutely You can directly propose to be the editor-in-chief!"
Wang Xu threw the newspaper away and began to eat his own dinner: "Then tell me, what kind of sensation will this matter be?"
Master Mao smiled and said: "Isn't this obvious? I told you, this is the first serial killer in modern times! He ushered in a new era in the criminal field! He didn't kill for money, let alone love, he Killing people just for a concept that is right for him, ignoring all legal and moral standards, maybe it is purely for the pursuit of excitement, maybe it is to vent some kind of morbid hatred, those dead people have never met him, but they must die !
In our time, all serial killers can be said to be his imitators. To take a recent example, the famous New Orleans ax murderer appeared in 1918, a full thirty years later than him!
He not only killed people, but also wrote provocative letters to the police, cut off the organs of the deceased, ate some, and sent some to the police. Do you think that Hannibal in "The Silence of the Lambs" is very powerful? It was this guy who really stood out, because he wasn't caught until the end, or even found out! "
Wang Xu sneered: "I think you admire him quite a bit, so what is the title of this perverted murderer?"
Master Cat leaned back in his chair: "After talking so much, you still don't know that he is Jack the Ripper!"
"Pfft..." Wang Xu just took a sip of tea, but immediately spit out: "So you are his die-hard fan... No wonder I use the Ripper as my title."
"That's not it. The origin of my title... is because the first guy I killed as a ghost hunter was gutted out one by one by me, and I played to death slowly..."
Wang Xu interrupted: "All right... Whatever you want, what are you going to do now, arrest this guy yourself?"
Master Cat said: "Hmph... That's natural, he is the best prey... However, we have to wait at least two more months to catch him."
"And why?"
Master Cat took it for granted and replied: "I have to wait until he kills all the people who should be killed. Let me think about it... On September 8th, one will be killed on Hanbering Street, and on September 30th, a corpse will be placed on the street." Bishop's Square; November 9th…”
Wang Xu swallowed a mouthful of food: "Oh shit! You really are perverted! You know the exact time and place of every murder, and you're not going to stop it?!"
Master Cat sighed deeply, and looked at Wang Xu with pity again: "You can't use your own brain to think about it? We are the people of the future. If history is changed, what will happen? What kind of result?"
Wang Xu suddenly realized: "Oh! Butterfly effect!" After he said this, he immediately changed his words: "Eh? No, according to this theory, every thing we do now, every breath of air we take may affect the future. Influence, wouldn’t that have rewritten history?”
Master Cat shook his head: "Obviously, your guess is wrong." He poured some coffee out of the pot again, and continued: "The time and space we live in must have some kind of self-protection mechanism, and its endurance is far stronger than yours. Imagination is stronger.
What we did at this point in 1888 will indeed have an impact on the future, and the butterfly effect is likely to change some historical details, but the continuity of time and space and the general trend will not change. The power of fate will gradually correct everything to the right track, and the two of us will spend the rest of our lives in mediocrity, and eventually turn into dust in history, which will not be remembered by anyone, then the world will be harmonious...
But if we do something earth-shattering, it will be serious. For example, you write a novel, and it is published, and it is very popular, leaving a strong mark in the entire history of European literature; for example, now you Just go out and find a boat, set off for France, take Van Gogh and throw him in a mental hospital before his buddies go crazy and cut off their ears... "
Wang Xu understood, and he continued what Master Cat said: "In other words, if we intervene and change well-known historical events, such as ending the serial murders of Jack the Ripper... its profound impact on history may exceed The tolerance of time and space, beyond the scope of correction, eventually led to the complete collapse of our original world, and we... have ceased to exist."
Master Mao nodded and said: "This is the worst case. Of course, the probability of this kind of outcome is very small, because time and space will not allow us to succeed. For example, if you want to go to the United States to kill Edison, it is very likely that you As long as you have this thought, there will be many inexplicable dangers in front of you, the boat encounters a storm at sea, the train derails, and you are hit by a car on the road... If these can't stop you, neither can things like the Nine Heavens Profound Thunder Impossible to chop off..."
Wang Xu laughed dryly: "Ha... haha... so what... Jack, he can do whatever he wants, I just think these things happened a hundred years ago..."
At this moment, Master Cat rang the bell, and soon there were footsteps on the stairs. Then, a foreign lady knocked on the door twice and walked into the room: "Mr. Logan? Did you call me?"
"Oh, yes, Mrs. Hudson, can you please make me another pot of coffee, the coffee you make tastes really good." Master Cat smiled.
"Of course, sir. It's my pleasure to like you." Mrs. Hudson replied and left the room.
When the sound of her footsteps came downstairs, Wang Xu said: "I said, I'm still very strange... We both have no money, no documents, and we have conspicuous oriental faces. How did you steal the house?" You paid the money and bought this British outfit?"
Master Mao said: "Do you remember that when you were having breakfast in that dilapidated restaurant, I left for half an hour?"
Wang Xu nodded, and Master Cat showed color, and continued: "It's on the east side of the old city, and it's very easy to get money. It only took me five minutes to search and judge with spiritual knowledge. It's on the east side of London Bridge. An opium den was found behind the pier on the north bank of the river. The name is quite resounding, called 'Golden Tavern'.
A large group of social dregs lie together and smoke and smoke drugs. Even if I have an oriental face, I can't arouse the interest of those smokers. The owner of the smokehouse is an Indian assan. Apart from opening the shop, he would occasionally grab a few customers with his men and go to the back alley to beat them up and loot them. It is normal to kill a few homeless people when necessary... "
Wang Xu understood enough when he heard this: "You are cheating on cheating..."
Master Cat thought for two seconds, and replied nonchalantly: "You can understand it this way. In short, this guy is richer than I imagined. At least, in this city where you can make do with twelve shillings a day, He is definitely not poor."
"No wonder I saw that you never forget to tip when you buy clothes and pay rent... It turns out that money is easy to come by."
Master Cat snorted coldly: "Cut... you are plausible. In fact, you have absolutely no concept of the unit and value of currency in this era. Forget it... I am too lazy to explain to you..."
Wang Xu finished cleaning up the food on the plate: "Well... don't talk about this with you, by the way, what should we do in the future? When you have had enough fun with that Ripper, do we still stay in this era until the end of the day? Is it possible to live an ordinary life like black people?"
Master Cat seemed confident: "You don't have to worry about that, there must be a way to go back, but at this stage I have nothing to reveal to you... We have other things to do in the next two months."
Wang Xu complained: "What are you doing? You want to wipe out the underworld in London? You might be struck by lightning for such a big move..."
"Of course not. In the coming time, I will find a way to join the investigation of Jack the Ripper's case legally, and finally crack the truth of the whole incident."
"Damn! You even know when he kills someone, and when the time comes, follow him with your spiritual sense, and everything will be resolved."
Master Cat shook his head: "This is not acceptable... I must respect my opponent. Because I am a detective, and Jack is the king of criminals. It is an insult to this contest to use the method of a ghost hunter to opportunistically! method, to solve him!"
Wang Xu lay down on the sofa: "Ha! According to what you mean, why don't you write a letter and send it to Scotland Yard to recommend yourself."
"This kind of thing is only you can do, very naive, and a bit cheap."
"You are also worthy of commenting on other people's character..."
Master Cat walked to the window and stared at the foggy city: "It won't be long before those policemen will come to ask me to help them..."