We villains all have invincibility written on our faces

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"Jack the Ripper was killed,

Pauline and Shifei walked in the white church,

The sniper's footsteps sounded.

Jack the Ripper is coming."

Children on the street sang unpleasant songs, the name of the Ripper was not only seen in newspapers, but also in street gossip. There were always some guys who thought they were eccentric and liked crazy criminals. They cursed their happy and peaceful lives viciously until the criminals really appeared in front of them.

About ten years ago, when Scotland Yard established the Criminal Investigation Department, the police force had gradually won the trust of the London public and even had sufficient tax funds to expand the city's patrol network. Unfortunately, the Ripper's crimes were concentrated near Whitechapel in East London. Tens of thousands of immigrants from as far away as Russia and Eastern Europe settled here. The streets were always filled with homeless hooligans and prostitutes soliciting customers. It was extremely difficult to find a cautious killer here.

If this were a supernatural phenomenon, the missing people would be unusual, and that was the angle to approach. Krieg's most pressing need wasn't to uncover the truth, but to ensure his place was safe from danger. He didn't want to stumble upon anything strange the moment he stepped out. As for the future of this world, he couldn't bear the responsibility for the butterfly effect of revising history. Anyone who wanted to play around could do so.

At 4 Whitehall Street, Krieger pushed aside the pedestrians on the street and walked into the building with a reckless attitude. The busy police officers were sending telegrams, copying documents, but no one paid any attention to him, which coincided with his plan.

There are only a few patrol sergeants, are the others police officers?

Krieg found a chair and sat down. The paths around him didn't match the model he had made. It was obvious that after several renovations, many places had become different. But it didn't matter. With the Beach Boys, the buildings here had no secrets.

The Ripper case is probably handled by the Homicide and Serious Crimes Department, so which department should be responsible for supernatural creatures?

Or do people here simply not know anything about supernatural creatures?

The criminal database should be somewhere underground. Krieg couldn't find this department on the map. Fortunately, he didn't need a key. He could force his way in as long as he knew the location. According to the information, each department was managed by its leader and supervised by the Assistant Chief of Police. These were the people he should look for.

Krieg looked up at the map. The Assistant Commissioner of Police's office was too far away, and the department heads' offices were not marked at all. Although he knew with his toes that their locations must be within the various departments, and the core area of Scotland Yard was not accessible to non-police personnel, he could not think of any suitable reason to meet them.

So he had to use some special means. Krieg lowered his hat and pretended to be waiting for someone. The fishhook quietly slipped out of his hand, merged into the ground along the chair, and began to extend around the ground. The falcon landed on the window, motionless like a sculpture, and no one noticed that there was a pair of eyes on his head.

The Stand isn't visible to the average person here, not even to supernatural beings, and there will definitely be a few people in the office during office hours, so all I have to do is start attacking!

It was simple logic. If the people here knew about the paranormal, then the Beach Boys could have simply called off the attack immediately after launching it, and Krieger wouldn't have faced the risk of being exposed. If the people here didn't know about the paranormal, then a surprise attack on a high-ranking Scotland Yard official would have caused a stir, clearing the way to the criminal database, and Krieger would have gotten the answers he wanted.

The regional patrol department, the special criminal department, the special operations department, one department after another was hooked until the central operations department.

Red dots were moving in Hayabusa's sight. Krieg closed his eyes and determined the target through Hayabusa. If he wanted to attack, he couldn't attack the really important departments. In case of misunderstanding, the inspection intensity would be increased. Krieg didn't want to fight with a group of smart people, so he chose the transportation department.

Benz invented the car in 1886, so you can imagine what the transportation department was mainly responsible for in 1888. This department was just right, not attracting much attention, but indeed very important.

Krieger waited for the red dots to stop moving, until a lone red dot appeared, far away from the others.

This is it!

"Sir, what are you doing here?" The sudden voice interrupted Krieg's actions. The fishhook that had already extended out of the wall retracted again. Krieg took off his hat and saw a police officer looking at him with a gloomy face.

This guy's quite good-looking, a thought flashed through the officer's mind. As a receptionist, he thought he had a pretty good eye for people. The man before him didn't look old, his nails were clean, his gloves were in his pockets, and his cross-pattern tweed suit was custom-made, suggesting he was at least wealthy. His pocket watch was a solid gold chain, lacking any style, suggesting he was more of a nouveau riche. His trouser legs were soaked; he hadn't taken the carriage because he was in a hurry, and there were still spots of mud on them.

"Hello," Krieg's mind raced. "I have a friend whose company had an employee hit by a carriage. You asked him to come here to handle it. I wanted to ask your transportation department why he hasn't returned yet. He was here yesterday."

Sure enough, he was an upstart. The police officer confirmed his guess. "Okay, then can you go by yourself? We're very busy here. If you can, you can go and ask yourself."

"That's a good idea, but I want you to ask. I've kept you all here just for this day," Krieg commanded, standing up. He had an idea. This was a ready-made alibi; he couldn't let it slip away. Regardless, his counter-reconnaissance skills couldn't be better than these professionals', so he might as well eliminate himself as a suspect right from the start.

"Sir, we are very busy here. As you can see, most of our police force is maintaining law and order. Please don't make things difficult for us." The police officer's face became a little ugly, but there are all kinds of people who come to Scotland Yard to report the crime. Krieger's behavior is at most a bit excessive, and he is not worried about enjoying free food and accommodation.

Krieg just stared at him without saying a word, and the fishhook emerged from the wall. He still remembered the location of the office, so he didn't need to attack anyone, just create a commotion.

Krieger suddenly raised his hand, and the police officer subconsciously wanted to take out the baton at his waist. After realizing that the upstart just touched his hair, he relaxed silently, "Please don't waste public resources, sir, we..."

Before he could finish his words, Krieg shook his hands vigorously again.

"You're crazy, aren't you?" the officer wanted to explode, but crime was rampant right now, and the relationship with the public couldn't be ruined by a psychopath. He suppressed his anger and said, "Would you please go back?"

"Is that your police chief? Be careful or I'll complain to him about your attitude!" Krieger pointed behind the police officer, pulled the fishing line hard when the police officer turned around, and then immediately canceled it.

"What are you talking about!" Before the police officer could react, Krieger stuffed five pounds into his hand.

"you"

Krieger waved his hand, signaling him to accept it. In the 19th century, a skilled craftsman or technician would earn about 30 to 50 pounds a year, which was enough to heal the police officer's heartache.

The fish is hooked, Krieger has his answer, there's something here that can pull the Beach Boys back, Scotland Yard knows and can handle the paranormal!

P.S. It's time to ask for votes again at the beginning of the month. Please vote! I'll be entering Ashina in about 5,000 words, and I need to figure out how to do things.

Chapter 89 Gravity Anomaly

"Calm down, calm down, Ms. Daisy, it's safe here, believe me!"

The detective who came to the house comforted the crying hostess.

"No, no, I believe you, but this is horrible, oh, this is horrible." Daisy sobbed softly, her apron stained with tears, making the apron, which was not clean to begin with, look even dirtier.

"Okay, okay, I believe you, so you have to believe me too, right?" The detective lowered his tone and coaxed his customer like a child, and took Daisy's hand away. Her nails were about to dig into her flesh, but the detective did not show any impatience. After all, this was a rare big fat sheep.

Previous cases required him to work hard and face many inexplicable dangers, and in the end he could only get a little hard-earned money. But now he can get rewarded just by listening to this fat sheep talk about the same case, and he will not give this opportunity to other detectives.

"It's the same dream as last time, right?"

"It's not a dream! It's not!" Daisy screamed. "You really don't believe me!"

"No, no, no, no, how could that be? I trust you with all my heart," the detective explained hastily. He didn't want to lose the opportunity to make money. "Look, this is my sixth time here. If I didn't trust you, why would I still come?"

"You all don't believe me, you all don't believe me," Daisy cried with her head down. The detective stepped forward and placed his warm hands on Daisy's shoulders. This was a little trick that could help vulnerable people trust themselves more. The detective curled his lips. Daisy was the typical down-and-out lady. As she sobbed, her flesh swayed. God knew how much the detective hated this. He even felt like he was touching a piece of living flesh.

"Okay, Ms. Daisy, I'm here, now let's get on with that story, okay?"

"He's getting closer. The man jumped from the building last time."

The detective no longer paid attention to this story. Even though he was scared when he first heard this bizarre story, after hearing it so many times, he no longer felt anything. Instead, he felt a little annoyed from the bottom of his heart.

The story Daisy told was very simple. A man jumped from the building across from where she lived in front of her.

Frightened Daisy ran to the balcony to see, but there was no body of the man or any blood downstairs. Daisy was at a loss and wanted to call the police, but when she turned around, the man who should have appeared at the bottom of the building fell horizontally on the glass of the balcony door, and blood spurted horizontally, as if gravity and space had changed in this small room. Daisy was face to face with the corpse, her body covered with the blood of the dead man, and the torn dead man kept smiling in Daisy's sight.

Although it sounds like a crude curiosity story, Daisy's fear is real. The detective has done a simple hypnosis on Daisy, and the result is nothing unusual. Daisy's memory is extremely clear, including the details of the man's face, the spread of blood, and the fear that exists in the deepest part of human nature.

But that's exactly where the problem lies. Daisy's memory is so clear that the detective has to suspect that she's imagining some of the details in her fear. A man has indeed disappeared from the building across the street, and his facial details are similar to what Daisy described, but he's missing, not dead. Not only is there blood in this room, but even the glass is intact. Daisy might have witnessed a crime and, in her panic, imagined something else.

Although the detective has no conscience, he still has some bottom line. He comes here repeatedly because he is a little worried that criminals will come to kill and silence him. However, it has been a month and it is still very peaceful here. There are even rumors that sailors have seen the missing man in the port.

Daisy stopped crying and her mood became much better after she finished speaking, and her sobbing also stopped. Although she doubted her eyes, the nightmare of that day kept following her like a shadow, and having someone to talk to was exactly the treatment she needed most.

"Ms. Daisy, I think you are not afraid now," the detective patted Daisy's shoulder gently, "then I have something else to say."

"I understand," Daisy stood up and clapped her hand on the doorbell. "I'll have the maid pay your bill."

If you continue to hire unnecessary servants, your true nightmare will come when you run out of money. The detective turned his head and looked at the balcony. These ladies eat well, dress well, but they just can't feel happy. They can only feel happy by stepping on others' faces. Electric light is much better than oil lamps, but these people just enjoy the pleasure of having someone light their lamp. Chatting with a few close friends is boring. They must hire a few servants to kneel and serve them.

He had no good feelings towards Daisy, except when he gave her money. The detective sighed, and Daisy walked to the balcony, "Thank you very much for your efforts." After crying, Daisy regained the reserve of a down-and-out lady, which was the only reserve they had.

Daisy leaned on the balcony, staring at the ground in a daze. "Every time I finish talking to you, I always come to the balcony to see if there's anything unusual down there. Now it seems that might just be my hallucination."

The detective remained silent on this. He didn't care what these spiritual aristocrats were thinking. He wanted more practical benefits.

What an unromantic man! Daisy smiled slightly. She obviously wanted to say something else, but she only had time to let out a shrill scream before the flowing fat fell rapidly downstairs!

Oh my God! The detective ran over quickly, but Daisy's screams had disappeared. The detective had already stuck his head out regardless of the danger, but there was no Daisy below. Instead, some pedestrians looked up and saw the detective sticking his head out, and they also pointed at him.

Didn't they see Daisy?

The detective was a little confused. It was strange that his reasoning ability, which he was proud of, could not figure out anything. Instead, his memory made him vaguely aware of something.

Why hasn’t the servant who brought the reward come up yet? It’s already been ten minutes. This room can’t be that big.

He turned around with a grim face, took a deep breath, and walked cautiously into the room. Just as he was about to step into the house, Daisy's scream rang out again.

From right in front of him.

Obviously, the detective would no longer get his reward. Daisy crashed into the glass in front of him, and her bloated face was cut into dozens of pieces by the broken glass.

Death toll rises to ten

No clues have been found in the disappearance cases in East London. Most of the witnesses are mentally ill and have suicidal tendencies. It is recommended that when there is a surplus of police force, manpower control should be carried out, and follow-up visits and psychological intervention should be carried out on witnesses.

Krieg, who had successfully sneaked into the archives, closed the files. It seemed that there was nothing unusual in these dry text files.

ps: If I don’t enter Ashina today, I’m a puppy, and this post is a proof!

Chapter 90 Times have changed

[A cult called itself Eternal Life, believed in the Dark Night, and carried out mass poisoning, with the death toll rising to 100]

[In cases of body part theft, the hospital stated that no one had entered. Most victims lost joints while sleeping, primarily in the right wrist, with up to three joints missing. No further joints have been found. Suggestions]

New Cult Emerges

Krieg flipped through seven or eight pages. Every page had the same opening, but the content was completely different. Every religion embraced a different image and doctrine. It was truly difficult for these uneducated lunatics.

[A large-scale Ripper cult and graffiti appeared in East London. No witnesses were found. At the same time, songs praising the Ripper appeared. The source is ominous.]

[It is worrying that the following is a list of scary nursery rhymes: "Mother Killed Me", "Lizzie Borden Took the Axe", "Jack the Ripper", "Ten Little Black Men Went Out to Dinner", "Rabbit Nursery Rhymes", "Eggs Hatched on the Cliff", "A Man Died", "Solomon Grundy", "Sing a Song of Sixpence", "Bloody Maria", "Mother and Father and Uncle John", "London Bridge is Falling Down", "Mother Goose Nursery Rhymes", the number of scary nursery rhymes has been increasing.

The source is unknown. Some of the cases described in the nursery rhymes actually happened, and it is impossible to determine the order in which the nursery rhymes and the cases occurred. It is worth noting that the nursery rhymes spread rapidly and widely. Some newspaper boys admitted that someone asked them to promote them. At the same time, because of the content of the nursery rhymes, some copycats would commit crimes based on the content of the nursery rhymes. The main person in charge]

[...resisted a search with force, severely injuring several patrol officers. Reportedly, the criminal tore off the arm with brute force. The operation team...handed it over to]

[List of landmark buildings with traces of blood sacrifice: All. Damn it, I don't know how to write this report. Every famous building you can think of has traces of blood sacrifice, even palaces. Most of them are sacrifices to demons, and a few are sacrifices to unknown entities.]

The influx of foreign population has increased significantly. Smuggling channels have been confirmed, but no source has been found. The influx is approximately four times the reported population plus the number of smuggled individuals. There is no wasted transport capacity, and new smuggling routes are suspected. The population of the slums has surged, and violent and sexual crimes are on the rise. It is recommended that a special operations team be deployed for "disinfection." Department head Rhine approved their use, achieving remarkable results, eliminating a total of 10,000 people.

[On the third day after the disinfection was completed, the total population of **** slums recovered, but the report is unknown.]

[A resident reported to the police that their black cat had brought a human finger. The location of the incident had been confirmed, but no body or traces of the body being moved were found. On the sixth day, the black cat still brought the human finger. The police tracked the cat and confirmed that it was missing. The black cat was then executed.]

This world is scarier than you might imagine. Krieger pulled out another file and blew away the dust. He wanted to know that these things didn't happen in his neighborhood either.

History is different now, and Krieg feels a little uneasy. The Industrial Revolution brought sweatshops, the gap between the rich and the poor in society has widened, the pace of urbanization has accelerated, and problems such as poverty, environmental pollution, and crime are everywhere. But obviously there were not so many troubles in his previous life.

You have to know that Scotland Yard's efforts to protect cities are obviously greater than those in rural areas and the wild. If there are so many bad things happening in the city center, what will happen in more remote areas?

In the 19th century, London was a metropolis with a population of two million. Unlike the 21st century London economy, which is mainly based on the service and financial industries, London at that time was still an important industrial city, with workshops and factories of all sizes scattered among residential areas. However, the city did not have a dedicated garbage disposal system. The garbage generated by the production and life of two million people almost entirely relied on the underground garbage economy for recycling.

What the hell, Krieg slammed the file on the table.

Any time traveler who has a little knowledge of Europe knows that 19th-century European cities, soaked in their own filth, are a paradise for the reproduction of Vibrio cholerae. But this has nothing to do with him. With his "prophetic" investment vision and winemaking skills, Krieg has never been concerned with poverty. He just lives a secluded life, so he has never cared how many people have died around him. And because he was a doctor in his previous life, Krieg, who carried out strict high-temperature disinfection, never thought that there would be any supernatural phenomena here.

After all, in this era, death is so normal that it would be news if no one died that day.

Resurrected people, vampires, whispers in the middle of the night, deformed people, traffic accidents.

Hmm, hmm. Krieg read the case file carefully, then nodded pretentiously, closed his eyes and rubbed his head.

They all look more suspicious than the last! There's no hope. Just wait for death!

Having said that, Krieg still dutifully copied down a list of supernatural phenomena, folded it up and put it in his trouser pocket.

The Ripper's case files were not here, and Krieg was too lazy to look for them. The area he lived in was either rich or noble, so if a monster really appeared, he wouldn't be the one to worry.

Although I don’t know what abilities the local officials have in dealing with supernatural phenomena, their methods are obviously not very effective, so I still have to rely on myself in the end.

I will kill anyone who interferes with my peaceful life! It doesn't matter if he is a human or not. If he is a ghost, I will kill him again!

After cleaning up the traces, Krieg left Scotland Yard as quickly as possible. He was not worried about being discovered. He just wanted to destroy his student's identity and information, and then create the illusion that his student Kerry von Gerry had disappeared. He had prepared enough fake identities for himself, so these were all trivial matters.

After returning home, Krieg immediately used the Beach Boy to explore every corner of the house, then packed up all religious-related things and threw them outside the house. He also purchased a large number of candles and building materials, not only reinforcing every corner, but also placing a candle in any corner that might not be clear.

The circuits here are still unstable. In the face of danger, Krieg needs good enough eyesight. As long as he is not ambushed, he is confident that he can find a solution.

Finally, on the fifth day of Krieg's guest work as a construction worker, a new task emerged.

【Recruitment begins】

[The confirmed world is: Sekiro]

The possibility of increased strength came to him, and Krieg grabbed the two M500 revolvers on the table.

Ancient Japan? Krieg gave a malicious smile.

Times have changed, poor kids.

ps: It’s free anyway, just cast a vote.

ps2: This abnormal animation really gives me an indescribable feeling, but it really moves.

ps3: In the saved draft

Chapter 91: Clearly Tell You to Cause Trouble

[Entering the world has been locked, consuming one page]

[Current World: Sekiro: Shadows Die Twice]