The Pseudo-Human Academy: Starting with a Bricklayer Personality

"Hello, my name is Jack," the mysterious man in the trench coat and top hat introduced himself, thinking he was being quite witty.

"My name is Mary," Xu Feng said crisply, wearing the warden mask.

"Beautiful lady, may you remove your mask so that I may admire your beautiful face?"

"Of course." Xu Feng smiled slightly, took off the warden's mask, and sneered inwardly. He wanted to see what tricks this heretic would play.

When Jack the Ripper saw the beautiful face of Bloody Lady, his eyes lit up; this woman was the most perfect woman he had ever seen.

"Miss, this way please. I think we can have a candlelight dinner."

The Bloodstained Lady, with an elegant and composed smile, spoke with exceptional refinement:

"It is an honor."

Looking at Jack in front of him, Xu Feng was preoccupied with what kind of torture he should use to severely torment this abnormal entity.

Jack, on the other hand, was thinking about how to disembowel the girl in front of him.

Bloody Lady arrived at Jack the Ripper's house as promised. Jack the Ripper's house wasn't big, nor was it small; it was a detached villa, after all.

The interior design style suited Xu Feng's taste to a certain extent.

Looking at Jack the Ripper, who had already arranged a candlelight dinner.

"Please have a seat, lady. Let's eat and chat."

Xu Feng smiled, sat down gracefully, and looked at the two photo frames in the room. One of the frames was a family portrait, but it was in black and white.

The little boy in the picture frame looks a bit like Jack the Ripper when he was a child.

Xu Feng looked at the photo frame and said:

"Is this you as a child?"

Jack the Ripper nodded and said slowly in his magnetic voice:

"Ma'am, may I tell you a story from my childhood?"

Bloody Lady nodded:

"Of course."

"I lived in Chongqing when I was seven years old, right after the Blitz ended."

Xu Feng was slightly taken aback. He hadn't expected that the heretic in front of him was a World War II veteran. He was really old, about the same age as a certain blond vampire.

With a look of reminiscence in his eyes, Jack the Ripper said softly:

"The place where I lived was razed to the ground, and in the chaos, I desperately searched for my parents."

"But I can't find my father, I can't find my mother, and I can't find my siblings. I am the only survivor in my family."

"So I went to stay at my aunt's house, but she had too many children, poor children who were homeless because of the blitzkrieg."

"I could only go to live with a distant relative, but they didn't want children, so I had to leave and went to an orphanage."

"But the dean didn't like me because I came from Chongqing, and I met several other children there who were also from Chongqing and were homeless because of the Blitzkrieg."

When Xu Feng heard that Jack the Ripper was about to continue, he quickly interrupted the chatterbox. If he were to continue, Jack could go on for three days and three nights without stopping.

"Stop, sir. I sympathize with your past, but I have no interest in hearing your life story, especially the life story of a centenarian."

"But don't tell me you've also been to Egypt and been beaten up by thugs."

"Later, they found out that the American traitors were veterans who had carried a gun for Lincoln and shed blood for the Stars and Stripes, but they suspended your pension because of your age."

Jack the Ripper opened his mouth, wanting to say something more, but he couldn't utter a word and could only awkwardly say:

"Madam, you are indeed more witty and humorous than I imagined. My upbringing has taught me what loneliness is."

"I know you're pretending to be someone else. Maybe you're just as lonely as I am!"

Xu Feng was slightly taken aback. Had the strange entity in front of him seen through his disguise as a woman?

How can you even see through such physiological changes?

This anomalous entity is something else!

However, Mads Mikkelsen told him that Jack the Ripper was talking to him, not Xu Feng.

So I was the one who was pretending?

Xu Feng looked at another photo frame with a somewhat speechless expression. The photo framed a young Jack and a beautiful white woman. Judging from the background of the photo, it should be Chongqing.

Xu Feng rolled his eyes and said:

"I'm not pretending; this is who I really am."

"Then why did you accept my invitation?" Jack the Ripper asked with a gentlemanly yet sickly smile on his pale face.

"Can I see that photo?"

"Of course." Jack shrugged and nodded.

Xu Feng stood up, picked up the photo of the young Jack, looked at the person and background in the photo, and slowly said:

"From this photo, I can tell you're in Chongqing. I'm guessing you're on vacation with your girlfriend, right?"

"It seems I might be right. Judging from the slight look of inferiority on your face in the photo, your girlfriend has a happy and fulfilling family life, while you're just an orphan. Am I right?"

Jack the Ripper didn't speak, but silently watched Xu Feng.

Xu Feng looked at the photo, his face elegant and composed as he slowly said:

"If you don't say anything, that's considered an admission."

"You love your girlfriend very much, but her family doesn't approve, which is why you look so insecure. You're thinking about how to convince her family to let you be together, right?"

"But you know, it's almost impossible for you to marry her legitimately."

"From my brief observation, the age difference between you and your girlfriend is quite large. You look 26 in the photo, while your girlfriend looks like a little girl."

"But I don't think this is anything strange. Perhaps a young body can make you feel the warmth of family."

"Based on this, I can deduce that the most popular name for children born during that period was probably Mary, which is quite ironic! It's the same as my name."

The sickly look on Jack the Ripper's face had turned into one of shock.

Xu Feng glanced at a well-worn poetry collection on the bookshelf, bearing the marks of time, and said softly:

"This well-worn collection of Shakespeare's poems, bearing the marks of time, was produced in an unknown factory in Chongqing in the last century, probably around the time of the Second Industrial Revolution."

"I guess you try to touch Mary's heart every day with a poem or a sentence from this collection."

"And no one can be as devoted as you, Mary, for a hundred years, doing such romantic things every day."

"That's probably what you're thinking, Mr. Jack."

"Your longing for Mary has corrupted you and turned you into a monster."

Xu Feng sniffed the stench of decay and blood in the air and said calmly:

"You would look for girls who look like Mary, or girls named Mary, invite them to your home, and then cut them up, right?"

Xu Feng stroked his smooth chin with a checkmark gesture, looking adorable as he continued:

"Hmm~ Let me guess, the girl you like, Mary, also has a nickname, it's Bloody Mary, right?"