A Weird Theater That Started In London Chapter 16

　　 Human beings are a race with very contradictory personalities.

　　 In just two days, the fear caused by the serial murders has gradually become an interesting conversation for some people to spend time at the table, condemning the murderer's brutality while mocking the incompetence of Scotland Yard.

　　 On the other side of the city, the situation is quite the opposite.

　　The female residents living in East London, especially the Whitechapel area, do not have the leisure to talk and laugh. They are in anxiety all day long. As long as it gets dark, they will not go to the streets.

　　 However, there are always exceptions.

　　 Some female workers raising children alone, in order to earn money to buy bread and milk, must risk going to the factory for night work; as for the prostitutes who are too poor, they must also earn living expenses by picking up customers.

　　 In order to protect the safety of these people, some gentlemen with good intentions decided to unite and give up their rest time to patrol the streets.

　　 They call themselves the Eastern District Civil Self-Defense Forces.

　　-visited thousands of homes and reminded everyone to pay attention to safety

　　-tens of thousands of flyers were printed

　　—Intensified inspections, and even changed into women's clothing, pretending to be a stray warbler, and went fishing in the street in the middle of the night.

　　 "Since our taxpayer's dog is passive and slack, and can't sniff out the murderer's whereabouts with his nose, we can only count on ourselves."

　　George Lask, the leader of this non-governmental organization, after throwing a few words to the reporter of the newspaper, with his assistant, started another day of inspection work.

　　 blocks, alleys, pubs, factories, and even schools, he has to go there in person.

　　 "Boss, you look tired, why don't you go back to sleep? You know, Jack the Ripper never kills during the day."

　　 "Ken, I just hope this will save a few people."

　　 "Well, you are really a gentleman."

　　The assistant shrugged and complimented casually.

　　 However, when the two chatted, Lu Li and Duke jumped for nothing.

　　 Golden Goose Mansion.

　　 The servant in charge of receiving visitors brought two cups of coffee and brought some small snacks.

　　 "Two gentlemen, please wait patiently for a while, my master is out on patrol."

　　 "Okay, go and do your own business."

　　 Lu Li picked up the coffee saucer, took a sip, and glanced at the interior of the living room without a trace.

　　 Reindeer head, bear skin, mammoth ivory...

　　 are all high-end goods.

　　 Lu Li even noticed that the owner had hung two flash hiders on the wall, the style is very simple—

　　The barrel is fixed to the walnut buttstock by three bolts, and the buttstock bottom plate is made of brass.

　　 This is a man's romance. You can kill a target hundreds of yards away just by gently pulling the trigger.

　　 "If I can, I would like to put on a deerstalker hat, change into a light suit, and go hunting in the countryside. Even if the prey is only hares, it is a pleasure."

　　 At this time, Lu Li couldn't help feeling a little embarrassed when he thought of the two days of upside-down and dealing with corpses.

"Hey, if there is a choice, I would rather sleep comfortably... Ha... I didn't close my eyes all night last night. I wanted to squint the corpse for a while, but I encountered a major breakthrough in the case and continued this way. Sooner or later, we two will die suddenly and we will be eliminated in the end."

　　 After the words fell, Duke smiled and made an analogy: "I killed myself."

　　 And Lu Libai glanced at this guy, lowered his head and sipped coffee, obviously not thinking about joking.

Upon seeing this, Duke, who had nothing to do, took the initiative to change the subject. He picked up the cup and saucer: "This is definitely made of freshly ground and brewed imported coffee beans. The origin may be South Africa, or West Africa or India. After all, this Years, the sun never sets, the empire has not declined."

Seeing that he was reluctant, he had to ask for something to say, and he was boring when he was idle, Lu Li simply pressed his mind to accompany this guy nonsense: "Then, as a traverser, Professor Duke, do you have any thoughts on running for the prime minister? , Punching America, kicking Germany, unified the world and became the man behind Queen Victoria."

　　 "There are still three days left before the exam is over. Even if Churchill, Bismarck, and Roosevelt are possessed, they can't do it."

　　 "However, if I can stay in this world, I am absolutely sure that within ten years, the great empire will never set the sun..."

　　 Duke has a serious face and seems to be really thinking about the possibility of running for prime minister. After all, he is now a medical professor and his starting point is not low.

　　 "In this case, the future Prime Minister of the Empire, please let Jack the Ripper be your first stepping stone on the path of the Prime Minister."

　　 At this moment, Lu Li was suffocating a smile. The two of them both had trouble catching a serial murderer, and they were sitting at someone else's house and talking, fearing that it might not be lost.

Sure enough, Duke was possessed by his fine play, and perfectly took his place as a politician. He said solemnly: "Very good idea, Mr. Lu Li, would you like to join my team? After the matter is over, I can consider giving you a deputy prime minister. Or let you go to an overseas colony to be a governor."

　　 "Your Excellency Prime Minister, is it too late for me to join now?"

　　 An unfamiliar voice came from the hall.

　　 Lu Li was speechless for a moment.

　　 It's over!

　　 Such a shameful conversation was heard by strangers, and it is about to usher in social death...

　　At this time, the speaker also noticed that the atmosphere was a little awkward, so UU read www.uukanshu. Com walked toward the sofa, and took the initiative to introduce himself: "Just kidding, don't mind, I'm Conan Doyle, a doctor and an amateur novelist."

　　 "At the invitation of Mr. George Lask, come to discuss the murder of Whitechapel."

　　 Conan Doyle?

　　 With two eyes, he looked at him from top to bottom: of medium height, with two beards at the corners of his mouth, gentle appearance, love to laugh, wearing a gray coat, a cap, and a pipe in his pocket.

　　 Duke was stunned in place with the coffee cup, but Lu Li paused, and tentatively said: "Sir, do you know Holmes?"

　　 "Of course, Mr. Lu Li, the protagonist in "Study of Blood Characters" has seen it?"

　　 Apparently, Conan Doyle knew them and behaved very kindly.

　　 After all, a well-known detective with the title of lord, and the youngest medical professor in history, are all Oriental faces, and it is difficult to know them or not.

　　 Unfortunately, the atmosphere fell silent again.

　　 Did I say something wrong?

　　 Conan Doyle frowned slightly, unable to figure out what went wrong, thinking: Could it be that the new writing is not good, this gentleman hasn't read it?

　　 Last year, his first important work "Study of Blood Characters" came out, and the novel was published after several rejections (the protagonist was Sherlock Holmes who became famous later).

　　 "Pop, papa!"

　　 Lu Li took the initiative to clap his hands to break the embarrassment.

　　 "It's very well written. I have collected those issues of the newspaper. You may consider publishing a pamphlet."

　　 "Yes...haha..."

　　 Duke also smiled far-fetched.

　　 First Jack the Ripper, now Conan Doyle, is the legend so worthless?

　　In other words, how much did this guy eavesdrop on?

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