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“Jack is on the loose.” Edmund glanced at his two colleagues, raised his voice, angrily stood up, slammed on the wooden table, causing the furniture on the table to move. The brown eyes seemed to be glowing, even though their owner was not at all happy.
Keigan sat and looked at her colleague who was having a fit because of the slowness of the investigation. She sighed. She understood that Edmund's anger was not without cause. How can anyone be happy after seeing that news? But the shallow Edmund doesn't understand.
“Is it because he came back?” Keigan nodded, took the paper from Philip's hand, raised his glasses and looked over.
Jack The Ripper's sixth victim.
Since the last victim Mary Jane Kelly, more than two years have passed. Everything is strangely peaceful, there are no more massacres and murders one after another, causing fear among residents as well as loss of trust in the police. Most of them thought that the guy named Jack had emigrated to another place, gone to prison, had problems or got sick and died.Until the evening of the 29th, Bella - the victim's close friend - came to invite the victim - Komishima Andrew to attend his wedding party on the 5th of next month. She went to her friend's dormitory, waited outside and knocked on the door waiting for her friend to pick her up. But for more than an hour without any sound from Komishima, Bella ran down to borrow the key from the landlord. The victim's room was on the fourth floor. When she returned with the key in hand, the room where the victim lived was wide open, with no signs of being locked. Confused by the confusion, Bella entered and saw the victim's body lying on the ground.
The journalists discovered the woman's body before the police arrived, or rather, in the dormitory where the victim lived, there was an unemployed journalist. He heard Bella's scream and rushed over, when When he saw the victim's body, he did not rush to report it to the police but took out a pen and paper to write it down.
Komishima Andrew - a woman of Japanese descent, thirty-seven years old, lives with her husband Bendy Andrew. She and her husband divorced last year due to adultery, and Komishima also lost custody of their children due to her career as a prostitute. After the divorce, she moved to live in this dormitory, continued to work as a prostitute and was involved in stimulants when having to receive guests for a long time. Just the information about her private life is enough to send her to jail.
When Bella found her friend it was around eleven o'clock at night, usually Komishima 'got off work' at nine o'clock at night, so that meant she could have been killed within two hours, could have been killed at work and then brought home, or she doesn't go to work.
The situation at the scene was quite strange, completely different from Mary Jane Kelly, Komishima's throat was slit (the slit was not to cover the victim's mouth because the head was almost removed from the neck), her body was naked and not covered by any clothes. , her breasts were cut off, her eyes were gouged out, and her whole body was covered with wounds caused by sharp objects. The abdomen was incised and the uterus was taken out. The beautiful face in Bella's memory was deformed by the blows, her eye sockets were empty, her face was smudged with makeup, and her red lipstick was smudged. Blood flowed from the wound into a large pool but was not the cause of death.
The dream that ended a year ago with the modern mayor's lie that Jack The Ripper got sick and passed away was debunked again because of the impulsiveness of a journalist dreamer. Now everything falls apart because of one person's lack of money. It was a ridiculously fatal mistake by the mayor. That the rats at the bottom of the trash no longer dig through trash to feed themselves.
“Who knows, maybe it's some crazy guy who admires Jack? A stupid person who is so crazy about his idol that he pretends to be him? Keigan looked at the tiny text at the bottom of the page, took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes. Reading these dirty things made her eyes tired. Keigan had long had a grudge against that old guy for a long time, and seeing those fake words made her even more upset. At first glance, it seems that this trick is not like Jack's usual method, it is too colorful and cumbersome. But whoever it is, Keigan knows he needs to demand justice for them on behalf of the political pawn called 'mayor'.
“So the mayor intends to comfort everyone with these two little words.”
"I do not know. The handwriting on the piece of paper perfectly matches the letter Jack once sent us.” Phillip shook his head, he carefully took notes and recorded the woman's devastated appearance on the newspaper, her face did not change color when faced with the corpse.
“Don't you two ignore me!!” Edmund glanced at his two colleagues and shouted loudly. They are so strange, one is a scholar with famous criminological research, the other is a famous and fair female lawyer, yet in front of a fearless murderer like Jack, why are they indifferent? so ? Shouldn't they feel angry!?
He almost couldn't think of anything else, because the more he thought about it, the angrier he became. Edmund said seriously, "We must find a way to catch Jack, at all costs." then turned and left the room. He shouldn't wait for them, instead interrogating Miss Bella would be a better idea.
Keigan glanced at the young police chief running out of the room through the frosted glass, shaking his head in frustration. She admires Edmund's spirit of chivalry, but his righteousness tied to Jack The Ripper is more like an obsession than a desire to help others. In the end, Edmund Reed, does he want to save the people of London from a constant nightmare or just wants to get promoted to become a person of power, money, and reputation. A long time ago, Keigan understood that her nearsighted eyes clearly saw people's true nature.
In the meeting room, there was only the soft sound of water from her coffee cup and the sound of Phillip's pen and paper rustling. Ah Phillip, a famous criminologist, she had heard of him through articles, a young man with the research theory that 'people's appearance will show their crimes'. His insanely vague theory was something Keigan despised. The number of lectures he gives is not small, the number of guests is always large, either people are interested in research, or they are attracted by his beauty.
Phillip 'unexpectedly' came to London half a year ago, he held a lecture here and after finishing, he received an invitation from the market to join Edmund and her to investigate the name Jack. , that's what he told them. Neither she nor the crazy brown-haired policeman knew anything about him except the name Phillip / Phillippe and what they rumored through the newspapers. Phillip is French, twenty-two years old (?), angular face, waist-length black hair and green eyes. He wears glasses with a wire on his right eye, a white shirt and black pants, with straps on both sides. When there are events, I only see him wearing a black vest, a guy with a simple taste in clothes and a good-looking appearance.
He joined them, taking on the task of collecting information and other small pieces of evidence, sketching a portrait of the murderer.
“If you have something to say. . “ She opened her mouth when she saw Phillip standing up to leave. She felt worried about her colleague. Edmund is just a senseless policeman obsessed with Jack, and Phillip is too quiet to share anything. She knew nothing about her past, purpose, or why she accepted the mayor's invitation so easily. Phillip is so strange. " uncle . .you can tell me and Edmund, we will help you.”
Keigan saw him standing there stunned, but for a moment Phillip turned around and smiled politely at her. "Thank you."
The figure grew smaller, Phillip left, but the uncomfortable feeling in Keigan's chest was still there. She felt like she needed to stop him. Something was wrong, she felt that Phillip was hiding something, something that no matter how well he hid, would be exposed by his own actions.
They made her worried.
.
Phillip returned to his small house. A two-story house with enough space for a family of four to live in (he always felt it was too large if he lived alone). The mayor arranged a house for him near his workplace for convenience. Although its location hindered him quite a bit, he got used to it. The house was unlocked, so he was home, he told himself. Phillip walked inside, and saw someone who was no stranger to him.
Jack The Ripper.
At this point, it was time for him to notice the content of the drawing. Black and white sheets of paper, scribbled drawings overlapping each other, look like a child's work. When Phillip looked closer, he caught himself, what Jack drew was the realization of Komishima Andrew's school project, a woman with a head showing on one side, almost coming off her neck, two hips. disappeared, the liver board was pulled out. In front of her was a dining table with two hard plates of something round in shape (which he assured her was the missing weapon part), there were two people sitting there, a tall, thin man, a user. long. long. Phillip saw them honoring the 'meal' together, the other skinny man was laughing, and the long-haired custard down.
"ARE NOT . ."
Phillip walked towards Jack, he unconsciously stepped back, looking at the man before him with frightened eyes. He didn't know anything about those two men, the people he drew were him and him. But why ? Copy the scene drawn at the current school? What do you want? What does Jack want? What hidden meaning is he sending behind the doodle? I don't understand. You can understand what thoughts are dancing in the first surveys.
“It's just a picture. Why do you have to be so scared?” Jack countered, he looked at the man with a fever and still smiled calmly, completely speechless, his neck cracked. Time is as heavy as a stinger, pushing him up and down, making it difficult to overcome. Feeling nauseous and vomiting, his mind was hazy.
Jack reached out, buttoned his arm, his smile was so wide that his face was practically split into two. Scary bright blue eyes, Phillip saw his own reflection in those evil eyes, he found himself engulfed by the madness in his mind. Jack looks like a demon. Scared.
“Didn't you say that we were accomplices?”
The young bush called his name, reducing his dry eyes as if they could leak water immediately. Every time Jack cried, Phillip felt a headache. He couldn't seduce a third-year-old man. But this time it was different, fear invaded his brain, he even thought about it. Tears appeared and rolled down the man's tall, thin cheeks, creating a very strange scene.
"I . . Older brother." Phillip hesitated, he couldn't speak. Y re couldn't even face him. Jack only held his hand, so what was hitting his neck and kicking him?
“Are you going to let them kill me?”
Jack questioned him.
“. . Are not. . I."
“Like how you killed Christina?”
The woman's name escaped Jack's mouth, light, flying like a soft pink feather, then landing, crushing Phillip's panicked chain of reason. He frowned, reached out and strangled Jack. Phillip squeezed hard, his pounding mind still trying to warn its owner that he was using too much force, he would kill him. Fingernails dug into the thin skin on Jack's throat, just a little more, just a little more force and he could send this demon back to where it should belong.
The man opened his eyes wide in surprise, but then a smile appeared on his lips, how could he know? His lover is a very violent person. Jack caressed Phillip's cheek, the brush and palette had long been thrown away. He glanced at the red color in his hand and then looked at Phillip's angry and desperate face. He smeared red on his cheeks, slowly savoring the poor man's unstable spirit.
“If Edmund catches me. . .” He hummed, calmly as if he was just chatting with Phillip about what to cook for breakfast tomorrow. “He won't kill me.”
“I can assure you of that. If Jack The Ripper is exposed, Edmund won't let me die. I know what's running in that cop's tiny brain. He will find every way to capture me alive, well, then he will probably put me in prison, drafting a great article to give a speech. I will be transported to the middle of the city, ridiculed, ridiculed, and criticized by everyone.”
“In the end, he was sentenced to death.”
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“Her face when she heard us talk was so funny.” Ripper muttered, he added two spoons of sugar to the coffee cup that was still steaming below, humming happily.
Jack The Ripper is being blocked by a group of police. It's not that they restrict all of his behavior, they make him feel like everything is about to be revealed. Keigan, a woman who works as a judge and is famous for her transparency, and Edmund, the police officer, always find a way to confront and arrest him. And Phillip, a promising young man, is a pawn in his hands.
He guessed that his whole life's luck had turned around the day he caught sight of a black-haired man with an unstable mind trying to melt wax and pour it on him. Jack ran to stop him after pulling the man out of the boiling wax pot, he tried not to laugh. Who would have thought that the person he had just saved was an emerging criminologist.
What happened after that can be summarized as follows: He helped him bury his sister, took him to psychotherapy and then acted as if they were a couple. The first time was quite difficult for both him and her, but gradually, everything fell into place.
“It may sound simple.” He continued to make coffee, a strong black cup for him and a cup with milk for himself. The sound of the knife clacking echoed mechanically, Ripper cut the dark chocolate into small pieces and put it in the cup. “But to someone like her who is almost dying, I am just a wooden stake.”
His hand stopped, Ripper raised the knife covered in chocolate chips to his face and looked at it. The blade flashed, reflecting the image of a man with black hair, slightly sunken cheeks and blue eyes full of despair. "She won't let us die."
“But I'll kill you first, Jack.”
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He carried two cups of coffee and walked into the room. The table was full of messy papers, and there were also fallen papers on the ground. Phillip sat in front of the table, his left hand holding his head, his right hand writing something. Jack looked at him silently, gently put down two glasses of water, and covered his lover's eyes with his left hand.
“Phil, you should rest.”
The smell of coffee tickled his nose, making Phillip's unpleasant mood more comfortable. He stubbornly shook his hand and said softly: “Me. . can't rest.”
He stood up suddenly, the coffee cup on the stack of papers shook and fell down. The thick black liquid seeped into the unfinished sketch pages, blurring the words on them. Phillip reached out to hug his cheek, his blue eyes showing fatigue. It looked like it was about to cry, just like its owner was engulfed by despair. “You are my sin, Jack.”
“What should I do if you die? If you get caught, wouldn't I be wrong? My theory was always right, until you appeared. You make everything I do meaningless. But I can't kill you. I can't put a knife in your heart. My hands will tremble again if I think about it.”
“I'm your sin, Phil.” His words were repeated by him, Jack kissed his lips trembling in despair. His eyes were closed.
And I will plunge us into the depths of despair.
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Warning :
- Jack accidentally traveled to Phillip's hometown and he prevented Phillip from burning his sister's body attached to him.
- He brainwashed him, turning him into a pawn.
- Jack has two personalities: normal Jack and serial killer Ripper. Both Ripper and Jack love Phillip, but recently, Ripper has almost completely controlled his body.
- Ripper killed people, lived as Jack and let Phillip hide everything.
- Phillip betrayed everyone for his own justice.
- Ripper killed people to test whether Phillip would protect him or not hehe =)))