"Is there any way to get out their fox tails?"

Z frowned slightly, "At the moment we don't plan to act rashly. The Science and Technology Advancement Committee is now extremely favored by Her Majesty the Queen, and a head-on confrontation with them is like hitting a stone with an egg. Don't let this matter out. I told you everything because I trust you, you But don’t yell around and startle the snake.”

"I won't say it." Duan Feizhuo muttered.

Z sat down at his desk and took out a cigar from his pocket.

"You performed very well in the incident at Perilla Manor." He lit a cigar, "brave, calm, and fully meet the standards of a night watchman. I'm considering whether you should be hired early."

"No! I'm still young!" Duan Feizhuo shouted.

Z was amused by him. A smile appeared on the corner of his lips. Duan Feizhuo suddenly realized that although he had seen Z smile many times, such a smile from the heart was rare.

"I'm just talking casually. As the leader of the night police, I can't violate the rules I set." He took a puff on his cigar and slowly exhaled the smoke, "By the way, last time I asked you to inquire, there was a result Yet?"

Duan Feizhuo was stunned for a while before he remembered what he was talking about - asking the residents of Mud Street if they had heard of the "Secret Realm Trading Company".

"I asked Miss Ruth—Miss Ruth Roberts, her father is my patient." Duan Feizhuo said, "I received her reply on the day I returned to London. She said she hadn't heard of it. I left the letter to me. At home, do you want to show it to you?"

Z raised his eyebrows, that inexplicable expression seemed to say to show the letter to a blind man?

Duan Feizhuo covered his face, "I didn't mean that... I mean, if you want the original of that letter..."

"No need. I believe you." Z lowered his eyes, "It's just that this thread about the trading house is broken again."

He picked up the cigar and wanted to take another puff. But he stopped suddenly, as if he remembered something important.

"Almost forgot. You don't like people smoking."

Z pulled an ashtray from the other side of the desk and crushed the cigars out of it.

Miss Acheson raised her head and glanced at Z in amazement, as if she had witnessed some once-in-a-lifetime spectacle.

The office door was roughly pushed open. Xenophon drifted in with a sleepwalking expression. He had a roll of newspaper under his arm and the Sword in the Stone in his hand.

"Oh, you came just in time!" He raised the sword in the stone towards Duan Feizhuo.

Duan Feizhuo thought he was going to chop himself with a sword, so he jumped back and bumped into Z's desk.

"What are you hiding from?" Xenophon asked in amazement, "Isn't this your own sword?"

"Uh... yes..." A drop of cold sweat rolled down Duan Feizhuo's cheek.

"Give it back to you." Xenophon threw the sword in the stone to him.

Duan Feizhuo hurriedly caught it.

"You...are you finished testing?" He asked in amazement.

"I didn't find anything unusual." Xenophon's tone sounded a bit disappointed, "When you used this sword to split open the gate of Perilla Manor, I thought it had some kind of strange ability. It seems that I was thinking too much .”

Duan Feizhuo involuntarily closed his eyes and let out a long breath of relief. The nerves that had been tensed all the way suddenly relaxed, his legs went limp, and he almost collapsed on the spot.

He hurriedly found a chair and sat down to hide his gaffe.

Shi Zhongjian screamed abruptly, "You've come! You're such a disloyal guy, you actually threw me to this group of night policemen! How much have I paid for you, and you're just paying me back like this? You don't even know What did they do to me! Ah! I'm unclean! I've been defiled! If it weren't for my natural immunity to detect spells, I would have been turned into a pile of scrap iron!"

Duan Feizhuo endured the noise of the sword in the stone, and laughed twice dryly, "Ha, haha, how could this sword have magical powers. I was able to open the door with one sword at that time because people can often open the door in an emergency. It's bursting with power beyond imagination. Have you heard the story of a mother who lifted a car with her bare hands to save her child who was run over by a car?"

"You know how to put gold on your face!" Shi Zhongjian roared.

In front of the night guards, Duan Feizhuo couldn't refute it, he could only let it curse.

Xenophon took out another note, "Telegram from R and Q. They have arrested a mystic and are escorting them to London."

Z nodded. Xenophon handed the telegram to Miss Acheson. She filed the slips and other papers and got back to typing.

Xenophon sat down at his desk, unfolded the newspaper he brought, and read it with relish.

Duan Feizhuo stared at him in shock. He is so blatantly fishing in front of the boss, is he bullying Z and can't see him, or is the night police system just so loose and leisurely?

But Z himself was not much better off. He went straight to the window of the office, opened the window slightly, and just stood there in a daze, like a beautiful sculpture.

by contrast. Miss Acheson deserves a model worker award!

"Well, since it's none of my business," Duan Feizhuo said timidly, "Can I go—"

"How is your mystical philosophy?" Xenophon asked while reading the newspaper.

—He knows I'm a mystic!

Duan Feizhuo almost died without breathing. It took him several seconds to realize that Xenophon was asking about the knowledge he had learned from that notebook of theoretical knowledge.

"Uh, I... I read a little bit."

"Then I'll test you." Xenophon said absent-mindedly, "How many fields are there in total for esoteric philosophy?"

In order not to show his flaws in front of Al, Duan Feizhuo studied this aspect very seriously. He answered calmly, "Seven fields. They are alchemy, spiritualism, divination, enchantment, illusion, spell grammar and arcane geometry."

Xenophon nodded approvingly, "I remember clearly. So how many levels were there in the past?"

Duan Feizhuo answered eloquently, "Different mystics have different grading methods. For example, the Golden Dawn Association is divided into eleven levels. There are only four levels within the Vigilante, which are 'ignorant' who do not understand the mystery philosophy at all. , the 'beginner' who has initially mastered the mystical philosophy, the 'seeker' who is fully proficient in a certain field, and the 'forerunner' who has reached the pinnacle of the occult. The forerunners go on to become the mystery itself."

Xenophon asked again, "Then, how many people are there in all the forerunners from ancient times to the present?"

"There are eight people in total, four of them are known to be dead, two continue to climb, and only two are still alive."

"Who are those two people?"

Duan Feizhuo tried his best to search his mind. Are these recorded in the theory notebook? Or did he miss it?

After thinking about it for a long time, he vaguely remembered that he had swept through the records about the forerunners. "Those two are the first forerunner Hermes, the ancestor of alchemy, the writer of the Jade Record; and the third forerunner, Hecate, the goddess of death, the protector of the crossroads and the gate..."

Xenophon jumped up and slammed the newspaper on the table. The usual cynical smile on his face disappeared without a trace, replaced by a dignified expression.

Duan Feizhuo thought he had made a mistake, and looked at him anxiously. This is not a professional exam, so it doesn't matter if you get one or two knowledge points wrong, right?

"Speaking of which," Xenophon raised his black eyes, "that girl from Mud Street in Aberdeen is the one who interceded for you, what's her name?"

Duan Feizhuo tilted his head, "You mean Miss Ruth Roberts?"

Xenophon asked, "Is she working as a nurse in a clinic?"

"Yes, I received a letter from her a few days ago, and she did say that she found a job as a nurse... What's wrong?" An inexplicable premonition hit Duan Feizhuo's heart.

Z, who was listening to the rain at the window, turned his head, "Xenophon, can't you just speak up if you have something to say?"

Xenophon picked up the newspaper and read aloud "A serial killer has appeared in Aberdeen, and the citizens are in panic. Recently, there have been five consecutive murders and mutilations in Aberdeen. The victims were all killed at night, and the bodies were horribly damaged. According to the judgment of the police, the modus operandi of these five cases is similar and should be committed by one person. The name of "Jack the Ripper of the North" has spread like wildfire because of the extremely cruel killing methods. The Aberdeen police remind the public not to go out at night …With the consent of the family members, the names of the victims of the five cases will be announced.”

He raised his eyes to glance at Duan Feizhuo, and continued to read, "The list of victims is as follows—I won't read the previous part. The last person, Miss Ruth Roberts, lived at 191A Mud Street, a clinic nurse, and died at the age of 16."

After reading the last line, he handed the newspaper to Duan Feizhuo.

Duan Feizhuo took the newspaper mechanically. He wanted to see the report with his own eyes to confirm Xenophon's words, but for some reason, he couldn't read a single word in the newspaper clearly, and he couldn't read a word in it. It was as if a barrier had appeared around him, separating him from the real world. Even Xenophon's voice seemed to come from very far away, with an indistinct echo...

Ruth is dead.

After coming to this strange world, he received a lot of care from Ruth's family. When Z and Xenophon thought he was an accomplice of the mystic and wanted to arrest him, it was thanks to Ruth who pleaded for him.

But she died.

He had not heard from her until the day he returned to London. She is so happy in the letter. She's also saving up to buy her dad a mechanical prosthetic. He bought Ruth a book for Christmas. But that book was never mailed again.

Duan Feizhuo squeezed the newspaper tightly and paced back and forth in the office, like a caged animal. He didn't know why he did it, but if he didn't do something repetitive, his heart would be burned like a fire.

Ruth was brutally murdered—she never hurt anyone, she deserved happiness, but she ended up like this! If there is a God in this world, why would God allow such unjust and unreasonable things to happen! Why don't we punish the evil and reward the good, instead let the good people suffer this disaster and let the wicked go unpunished?

What should Ruth's family do? Her father had a broken leg, and her younger brother was still young, so all the burdens of the family fell on her mother. Who can get justice for them?

"I'm going to Aberdeen!" Duan Feizhuo gritted his teeth, "I want to find the murderer!"

He rushed to the door.

Z strode towards him, grabbed his skirt, and pushed him against the wall.

The violent impact made Duan Feizhuo suddenly come back to his senses. He found that the whole office was staring at him intently. Even Miss Acheson stopped typing to give him worried looks.

"calm."

The cold mechanical prosthetics pressed against Duan Feizhuo's collarbone, firmly fixing him to the wall, and he couldn't break free at all. Z lowered his head, the light shone from behind him, and his shadow enveloped Duan Feizhuo.

"Let go of me." Duan Feizhuo stared at him without flinching.

"The more you can't be impulsive at this time."

"How can this be impulsive? I'm going to Aberdeen, I want to catch Ruth's murderer, what's wrong? You are very calm, and it's not your friend who died!"

Z showed a hurt expression for a moment, but quickly recovered.

"I've lost friends too. More than you." He said coldly.

Duan Feizhuo choked. He realized that he had said the wrong thing on the spur of the moment. He wanted to apologize, but he couldn't say the words of apology. He could only bite his lip and stare angrily at his toes.

Z turned to his subordinates, "Xenophon, go to the dungeon and see if 'that guy' is still there."

"Boss, do you think 'that guy' escaped from prison?" Xenophon frowned, "Impossible. If he escapes from prison, I will perform a handstand and eat a typewriter for you on the spot."

"Go as soon as I tell you!" Z snapped.

Xenophon replied dejectedly "Yes", and left the office, the sound of footsteps disappeared in the corridor.

Z turned to Miss Acheson again, "Please go and book two tickets to Aberdeen at 8:30 tomorrow morning."

Miss Acheson bowed slightly, "Understood."

Duan Feizhuo looked up at Z dumbly. Two tickets? If one is for him, who is the other?

As if hearing his inner question, Z said, "Tomorrow I will go to Aberdeen with you."

"You and me?" Duan Feizhuo opened his eyes wide, "Why?"

Before Z could answer, Xenophon came back.

"That guy's in the dungeon all right." He leaned against the door, arms folded. "The one in Aberdeen must be a copycat."

Duan Feizhuo didn't understand what charade they were playing. "What do you mean by copycat?"

A piercing light burst out from Z's deep red eyes. "Have you ever heard of 'Jack the Ripper'?"

Duan Feizhuo's body shook, as if a basin of cold water had been poured from head to toe. "The serial killer?"

Even if he came from another world, the name "Jack the Ripper" is well known. In 1888, several gangsters were murdered in succession in the Whitechapel district of London. Their bodies were disemboweled and their deaths were horrible. A news agency received a letter signed by "Jack", the writer admitted that he was the murderer. The name "Jack the Ripper" has since spread like wildfire.

Jack the Ripper has been at large. Until the time of Duan Feizhuo, the circumstances of the case were still confusing, and there were different opinions on the identity of the murderer.

Why did Z bring up Jack the Ripper's name? The serial killings in Aberdeen and London's Whitechapel case have similarities, so the murderer also logically gained the nickname "Jack the Ripper of the North".

But why did Xenophon categorically say that the man was a copycat? Could it be that the real Jack the Ripper fled north to continue his crimes?

Duan Feizhuo stared at Z, hoping that he could answer his question.

Although he couldn't see, Z seemed to be aware of the scorching gaze on him.

"The killer in Aberdeen is a copycat." Z said firmly, "Because the real Jack the Ripper has been secretly arrested by the night police."

Duan Feizhuo was dumbfounded.

Xenophon said, "That guy is actually a low-level occultist. He killed so many people for purposes related to esoteric philosophy. We caught him five years ago. He has been locked in the dungeon However, it is inconvenient to make public the affairs of our night police, so people still think that Jack the Ripper has not been arrested."

"Then the murderer in Aberdeen..."

Z said, "Maybe he is also a occultist, so he imitated Jack the Ripper to commit crimes. I will go to Aberdeen with you tomorrow. Xenophon, you stay in London and wait for R and Q to come back."

Xenophon said, "But Boss, it's still not sure that the murderer is a mystic, right? Should we wait for the news first? Wouldn't it be a big loss if the trip was in vain?"

"It won't be a waste of time." Z let go of Duan Feizhuo, "Even if the murderer is not a mystic, we will find out the truth and give the girl justice."

Duan Feizhuo suddenly felt hot in his eyes, as if something had entered them. He turned his back, he didn't want Z to see him so vulnerable.

"Thank you," he said softly.

"Shall I take you back?" Z asked.

Duan Feizhuo shook his head, "I want to be alone for a while."

Z didn't object, but said, "The train is at 8:30 tomorrow morning. Don't forget."

Duan Feizhuo left the office with the sword in the stone. His steps were so heavy that he doubted if he could make it home. He hardly remembered how he got into the carriage at the gate of Scotland Yard, and how he returned to 49 Franchise Square.

It was completely dark, Duan Feizhuo went upstairs in the dark, pushed open the door, and the bright light oncoming almost blinded him.

"Master, you're back!" Al greeted excitedly, "I'm so worried about you! You were taken away by the night policeman, did anything happen? I was so scared, so I had to ask Mr. Yeats to come here for a while." Come on. We just discussed that if you don't come back, we will go to Scotland Yard to ask someone..."

He noticed the gloomy look on Duan Feizhuo's face, so his voice gradually became quieter.

"Master, what happened?" Al asked cautiously, for fear of offending his master.

Duan Feizhuo entered the room with heavy steps. Yeats was sitting on the sofa in the living room. He was dressed in a suit and leather shoes as always, with a refined manner.

He stood up and looked at Duan Feizhuo in amazement, "What did the Night Policeman do to you?"

"It's not a night police officer." Duan Feizhuo said hoarsely, "I just learned...a friend of mine in Aberdeen passed away."

Yeats and Al looked at each other.

"I'm very sorry," Yeats said in a sad tone, "You must accept your condolences."

"She was killed." Duan Feizhuo clenched his fists, "I'll go back to Aberdeen tomorrow. I want to catch the murderer."

Yeats hurriedly guided Duan Feizhuo to sit on the sofa, winked at Al, and asked him to pour tea.

"I understand your sadness, but wouldn't it be better to leave the hunt for the murderer to the police?" Yeats said.

"The murderer may be a mystic." Duan Feizhuo said.

Yeats raised his eyebrows, "Do you want to deal with him alone? Even if you are the owner of the trading house, it is very dangerous to fight other mystics rashly. I am fine recently, I will go with you."

Duan Feizhuo shook his head. "I'm not alone," he said. "Nightman is with me."

"Nightman?!" Yeats was shocked, "Because the murderer might be a occultist, so the Nightman was dispatched, is that so? Is it necessary for you to go undercover at Scotland Yard?"

Duan Feizhuo didn't even think about whether to be undercover or not, or to be exposed or not. All he wanted was to get to Aberdeen and catch Ruth's killer. For a moment, he even had an absurd thought that as long as the murderer could be brought to justice, even if his identity was exposed, it would not matter at all.

"I'll be careful." He smiled at Yeats.

Judging from Yeats' expression, he obviously wouldn't be relieved by this sentence.

"Al, help me pack my luggage." Duan Feizhuo said wearily.

Al's eyes widened, "Master, I'll go with you!"

"You stay. This is not a trip to the country."

Al puffed up his cheeks, "I know you're going to catch the murderer. Although I can't help you, at least I can take care of you!"

Duan Feizhuo shook his head, "If there is something wrong with you, I can't explain it to your mother."

Al still wanted to protest, but Duan Feizhuo raised a hand to stop him.

"I'm leaving tomorrow." Duan Feizhuo said, "Mr. Yeats, while I'm not in London, can I trouble you to supervise Al's homework?"

Yeats understood immediately what he meant. On the surface, he was urging Al to study, but in fact, he was watching him to prevent him from running around. With the boy's impulsiveness, he might sneak onto a train and head straight for Aberdeen.

"Leave it to me." Yeats smiled and patted Al on the back.

"By the way, I don't have clothes suitable for the funeral." Duan Feizhuo suddenly remembered this matter.

"I have a few in my store." Al said, trying to do something for the owner. "If I just talk to my mother, she will definitely be willing to resize it for you overnight."

"Then please."

That night, Duan Feizhuo lay on the bed, but couldn't fall asleep for a long time. He just looked at the window like that, listening to the patter of rain outside the window.

"Uh, boy," Sword in the Stone's voice appeared in his mind, "I don't know what to say. My condolences go away."

Duan Feizhuo didn't answer.

"Are you sure you want to go to Aberdeen with that night watchman? In case he finds out who you are..."

"It's okay, the sword in the stone." Duan Feizhuo said in a low voice, "I also acted with him in Perilla Manor, didn't it also expose it? We just went to investigate the case. I don't use secret techniques, how can he Do you see that I am a mystic?"

"Well, that's not certain," Shi Zhongjian was a little frustrated, "Sometimes a single unintentional remark can reveal the identity of a mystic. People who have studied esoteric philosophy look at the world differently from ordinary people."

Duan Feizhuo remained silent. He has no time to think about this kind of problem now. Is it that important whether the occultist or the night watchman? As long as the murderer can be brought to justice, why not cooperate with the mystic and the night policeman?

He just stared at the window until the east was white. After dawn, the rain still didn't stop, and it even got heavier. The dark clouds hung low and the sky was gloomy, as if the heavens were crying for the innocent dead.

Al had come to his house early in the morning, bringing with him an all-black dress, stately, well cut, and of the finest materials, perhaps one of the best dresses in Madame Villau's shop.

Duan Feizhuo tried on the dress with his help, and there was nothing wrong with the size. Mrs. Willow said that as long as he is measured once in the store, the store will record his data forever, which is really true.

It occurred to him that he had read a passage about English tailors by Josephine Tey that fashions would change, dynasties would fall, and the clatter of horses' hooves on the silent streets would become the horn of a million taxis, but Stacy and Blake Tailor still upholds the consistent calmness and ability to tailor clothes for gentlemen who are calm and capable. Note

"Thank you, Al." Duan Feizhuo took off his coat and asked Al to pack the box for him, "I'll settle the bill with your mother when I come back."

"There's no rush, master." Al pouted, still sulking at his master's refusal to take him to Aberdeen.

After eating a bland meal (not that Al's cooking skills are not good, but the person eating the food is in a heavy heart), Duan Feizhuo picked up the suitcase and the cloth bag with the sword in the stone and went straight to King's Cross Station.

Through the transparent zenith of the station, he could see the gloomy sky outside. The rain was beating against the glass, and the sound was drowned out by the bustle of people in the station.

The last time Duan Feizhuo came to King's Cross Station, he came with the lawyer Mr. Lynn. At that time, he was full of hope for future life and curiosity about London, the capital of the world, and felt that everything was so beautiful.

But this time he revisited his hometown, but it was to attend a funeral. He wasn't even in the mood to go on a pilgrimage to the shrine of "that famous platform". This was once a place where dreams began, but now it has become a farewell to a past life.

Duan Feizhuo easily found Z from the crowd of tourists. His figure stood out from the bustling crowd, and it was almost impossible not to notice him.

He was leaning on the platform, facing the direction of the platform, leaning on a black umbrella, with his suitcase at his feet. Many people passing by him turned their heads to look at him involuntarily, several people even hit the wall because of this.

Duan Feizhuo ran towards him.

"It came on time." Z said.

The train pulled in quickly. Miss Acheson booked first-class tickets for them. First class is located at the rear of the train, so passengers don't have to be bothered by soot from the locomotive.

They sat in the spacious box, looking out the window as the platform gradually receded. The train left King's Cross station and roared north, and the rain hit the glass, forming twisted and twisted water marks.

At first, Duan Feizhuo and Z just sat silently facing each other without saying a word. Z rested his elbows on the window sill, resting his chin, and turned his blind eyes out of the window, as if he was listening to the sound of rain. If it weren't for the embarrassment of the current atmosphere, the scene of the beauty listening to the rain can be said to be picturesque.

What can he and Z talk about? Too much talk is bound to be lost, maybe it is better for him to keep silent. But Duan Feizhuo felt that he should say something.

"Yesterday," he stared out the window at the field in the rain, "I said something very outrageous. I'm sorry."

Z's crimson eyes turned to him, and his eyelashes moved slightly, "What did you say yesterday? I don't remember."

"It's just that I said that the one who died was not yours..."

Duan Feizhuo stopped talking. No matter who Z is, how could he not understand what he was referring to. Z said he didn't remember and just wanted to turn over the page. No matter which pot he can't open and lift, he just doesn't know how to praise.

"It's nothing." He pursed his lips, forced a smile, and changed the subject, "Speaking of which, since you have captured Jack the Ripper, why didn't you make the news public? This way London won't be in constant panic."

Z tilted his head slightly, and his long silver-white hair slid down his shoulders, like a stream of moonlight shining on his black clothes.

He thought for a moment, and said, "There are many reasons. One is to hide Jack the Ripper's identity as a mystic, and the other is to prevent surprises."

"Shock the grass to scare the snake?"

"Jack has an accomplice. If the news of Jack's arrest spreads, his accomplice may flee to another country, and then it will be difficult for us to arrest him."

Duan Feizhuo was surprised, "I thought Jack the Ripper committed the crime alone!"

"As a killer, he is indeed a lone wolf." Z said, "I mean his accomplices in the occult order."

"Secret Society? Is it the Golden Dawn Society?" Duan Feizhuo asked.

"It's very similar, but it's another order called 'Scarlet Feast'." At the mention of this name, Z's eyes became as cold and sharp as frosted swords. "This order believes in a different kind of order." method of learning esoteric philosophy."

It's not a good way to hear it. Duan Feizhuo couldn't help feeling anxious.

"Some mystics have innate powers," said Z. "It was mentioned in the notebook I gave you. Remember?"

Duan Feizhuo hastily said yes. He has a supernatural ability himself, of course he knows this very well.

"This kind of innate ability is often inherited, and it is passed from parents to children. However, if other people want to obtain this ability, it is not impossible."

Duan Feizhuo swallowed a mouthful of saliva. He himself knew a way to transfer the ability to others. "Then how to get it?"

Z raised the corners of his lips and smiled cruelly, "As long as you devour the body of the supernatural being, you can obtain this ability."

-really!

Duan Feizhuo himself acquired the unique spiritual vision ability only after eating Joseph Chester's ashes with rice. It turns out that by relying on this method, you can still seize the abilities of living people? !

"So the Scarlet Feast, could it be that..." Duan Feizhuo felt chills, "their so-called method of practicing mystical philosophy is...cannibalism?"

Z nodded.

Duan Feizhuo felt like he was going to throw up.

Eating bibimbap with ashes is disgusting enough, but there are still people eating human flesh? ! After hearing this, Hannibal called him an expert!

"In this era, many families of mystics have declined," Z continued. "Some people have supernatural powers, but they don't know it at all. The Scarlet Feast finds these people from the vast sea of ​​people and lures them to their holy place." So, then call all the members and hold a 'banquet'. You can imagine what kind of banquet it is."

Duan Feizhuo covered his mouth, trying not to spit it out. The picture that came to his mind was a magnificent hall, a group of Hannibals sat around a table, chatting and laughing happily, and a large living man was tied to the table. Holding sharp knives, Hannibal cut off the flesh from the living person, and swallowed the flesh alive at the victim's screams...

"They have obtained a lot of abilities by relying on this method, and their influence is growing. Five years ago, the night vigilantes finally found out the location of the Sanctuary of the Scarlet Feast. At a banquet where all members of the Scarlet Feast gathered, we launched raid."

Duan Feizhuo clutched his chest, his face turned pale, and asked, "Have you arrested everyone?"

Z shook his head, "When we broke in, we found that they were all dead."

"Dead?" Duan Feizhuo was dumbfounded.

"As far as we know, there are twelve members of the Scarlet Feast. When we broke into the sanctuary, we found the bodies of ten of them." Z narrowed his eyes, his body was tense, and that dark and **** memory seemed to make his body tremble. Discomfort, "everyone died horribly, disembowelled, and their internal organs were pulled out. The walls were splattered with blood, even the ceiling was covered with minced meat, and there were sections of intestines hanging from the chandelier."

"Don't, stop talking!" Duan Feizhuo interrupted him. He's literally going to throw up.

"Sorry. I didn't expect you to be so poor." Z said lightly.

Duan Feizhuo gouged him out. He is blind, and he didn't witness the scene at that time, so he has the nerve to say it!

After the churning in his stomach calmed down a bit, Duan Feizhuo asked, "You said that only ten corpses were found, but there were twelve members. What about the remaining two?"

"It was missing at the time," said Z. "We suspect that there was an infighting at the Scarlet Feast. Either the two missing people killed the other ten people and then fled, or everyone fought with each other and died together, and only two people managed to escape. .In short, there are still two fish that slipped through the Scarlet Feast, and they have since become the first-level wanted targets of the night police."

"I guess Jack the Ripper is one of the fish that slipped through the net?" Duan Feizhuo asked.

Z smiled slightly, "That's right. Not long after the Scarlet Feast was destroyed, the Whitechapel massacre happened. Since the death of the deceased in the case was exactly the same as that of the ten victims of the Scarlet Feast, it is natural for the night police to suspect that Jack the Ripper was one of the two who escaped." One. We took a lot of effort and finally caught him."

"Why did he kill those gangsters?" Duan Feizhuo asked, "Could it be that those gangsters have natural abilities?"

"No. They are all ordinary people. Jack the Ripper killed those prostitutes not because of his ability to plot against them, but simply...to eat their internal organs."

Duan Feizhuo felt sick again.

"Jack the Ripper's purpose of joining the Scarlet Feast is different from others. Others are to practice occult arts, but he is to find an organization that allows him to eat people openly. He was not originally a occultist, but Gained supernatural powers because of cannibalism. After the scarlet feast was destroyed, he gradually lost control of his abilities and fell into a state of madness. He only wanted to eat people, so he committed a series of crimes."

Duan Feizhu hugged his shoulders. It was already May, and he felt cold to the bone.

He asked, "He also killed the ten people at the Scarlet Feast?"

Z sighed "Jack the Ripper was already insane by then. It took us a lot of tricks to get a few words out of his mouth. He said that he didn't kill the ten people, and he spent a lot of hard work to escape the real murderer." clutches."

"Is it possible that he is lying?" Duan Feizhuo asked.

"I'm inclined that he's not lying. Jack the Ripper's occult abilities are probably not even at the level of a 'beginner'. He must be attached to the Scarlet Feast to satisfy his cannibalism. The destruction of the Scarlet Feast has nothing for him benefit."

"Then the real culprit is another fish that slipped through the net?" Duan Feizhuo thought.

He was startled, and raised his eyebrows, "Could it be that the fish that slipped through the net, the member of the twelfth Scarlet Feast, is—"

Z pursed his lips and smiled, "It is very likely that it is the serial killer who is causing trouble in Aberdeen now—Jack the Ripper of the North."

No wonder when Z heard about the serial murders in Aberdeen, he subconsciously decided that the murderer was an occultist. Duan Feizhuo finally realized.

There was such a horrific truth hidden behind the serial murders that he shuddered. If the murderer is the mystic who escaped, his mystic ability is definitely superior to his own. It might be difficult to deal with that guy.

But as long as Z is by his side, Duan Feizhuo inexplicably develops a surge of courage.

But at the same time, he also felt an inexplicable sadness.

He thought it was because of him that Z offered to investigate the case in Aberdeen. Because Z regards him as the night watchman's companion and friend, he stands up for him.

Now he realizes how wrong he was. Z went to Aberdeen to investigate the case only because the case might involve a mystic. Z was just doing business, and he was just taking him to Aberdeen to attend the funeral.

His wishful thinking is ridiculous.

Duan Feizhuo looked again at the rain curtain outside the window, without saying a word.

Z asked suddenly, "Are you cold?"

Duan Feizhuo was taken aback, "What?"

"I heard you shaking." Z raised his hand and touched the window. "Although it is already May, it has been raining for several days and the temperature is very low. Are you wearing too thin clothes?"

Duan Feizhuo wanted to say that he trembled because he was frightened by Z's horror story, but how could he admit that he was so timid?

"I...not." He said bravely.

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