The Villain Saint is my secondary account

Seeing the gleaming blades in the hands of the Seven Stars Society members, the tavern owner finally chose to compromise.

Then, to prove that his transaction was legitimate, Li Cheng deliberately left two copper coins before letting the Seven Stars Gang brothers carry away the barrels of fine wine. "Keep the change."

……

Back here, on a carriage traveling through the night towards the foggy city.

Unable to resist Sherlin Ford's teasing, Detective Greg finally recounted the details of Viscountess Tekkadi's murder.

He didn't want to discuss the case with the "prime suspect," but that damn Ford kept talking to the young lady from the high society about how terrible Scotland Yard was.

How to put it... once a good impression is ruined, it's extremely difficult to salvage it.

The young lady of the Holy Church looked at him with a smile on her face, veiled, and remained silent. But if she really thought the Royal Canadian Mounted Police was too incompetent, she could directly join forces with the Holy Church of the Mist City under the name of "inquisition of heresy" to take away the "Ripper" case and kick them out for being "incompetent." Or she could really pay for Ford's bail. Then he would have nowhere to cry.

Chapter 105 The Viscountess's Murder Case

"The time and place of the murder of Viscountess Tekadi have been mentioned before."

To shut Ford up, Greg looked at the other three people in the car and began to recount the case in detail.

"Specifically, at five o'clock this morning, on the roof of a textile shop near the Clock Tower of the Fog City on King's Cross, the daughter of the textile shop owner encountered the victim's body when she came to open the shop."

"Like the previous Ripper cases, the body's clothes were stripped off, a large hole was cut in the abdomen, the internal organs were removed, leaving only a bloody skeleton..."

"There's no need to add your pointless embellishments when detailing the case,"

Ford suddenly interrupted, "A hole in the abdomen, exactly where the hole is, what shape it is, how many centimeters wide and long it is, what kind of weapon was used... Really, our young lady from the Holy Temple is here to find the killer, not to listen to your embellished stories."

"Damn it, I can say whatever I want! Who's the detective, you or me?!"

Greg's face turned a deep, liver-colored red.

Despite his stubbornness, Greg still glanced at Ella to observe her attitude.

"what……"

Ella found the incompatibility between the two rather amusing. "A little embellishment is fine, but some details are indeed needed to make a judgment on the case."

"Did you hear me, Detective?"

Ford said in a drawn-out, sarcastic tone.

"They didn't object to my statement, so shut your stinking mouth, private investigator!"

Greg was trembling with rage.

Fortunately, he quickly regained his composure and continued to describe the case.

"...The victim's wound cut diagonally from below the right rib to the lower abdomen, and was about eight centimeters long. The internal organs were completely removed, so the murderer may have used an extremely sharp instrument such as a scalpel."

"But the victim's real cause of death was a cut to the throat, which caused suffocation after the trachea was severed. His face showed obvious swelling and bruising."

"Although both are sharp instruments, according to the investigation, the blade is different from the tool used to remove organs from the abdomen. The blade used to inflict the fatal wound to the throat is wider..."

"Was there a lot of blood on the victim?"

Ford suddenly interrupted again.

"Of course there's a lot of nonsense,"

Greg glanced at Ford. "There's a radiating spray of blood from the neck, covering the chest and jaw. In contrast, there's not much blood around the abdominal wound. This is probably because blood flow slows down or even stops after death. The blood splatter from the cesarean section is actually less than that from the throat cut."

"Judging from the condition of the victim's body, the modus operandi is the same as that of the 'Ripper': his clothes were stripped off and hung in a public place with some symbolic meaning, and his internal organs were scattered around."

"However, the primary crime scene in 'Ripper' cases was often a deserted alley or abandoned courtyard nearby,"

Ford added, "However, the scene of the Viscountess's murder is probably not nearby, is it?"

Greg frowned. "You know that too? Damn it, you still say you didn't do it?"

Ford smiled, looked at Ella, and then gave Greg a thumbs-up.

The gesture roughly means, "See? I told you they were all idiots."

"Don't give me that sarcastic talk, you'll get what's coming to you when we get to the station."

Greg gritted his teeth and said angrily.

“By the God of Light, Madam, they even dared to shout in front of the clergy that they would torture and extract confessions.”

"I was just saying!"

Greg was genuinely afraid of Ford; the worst part was that this guy kept tattling on people, and nobody could stand that.

Ella found the argument between the two rather amusing, but she still covered her mouth and chuckled, "Regarding 'The Ripper,' Detective, were the previous victims all similar cases of first suffering fatal cuts and then having their internal organs removed?"

"Um...not entirely,"

After a moment's hesitation, Greg replied, "Actually, if we don't include the Viscountess's case, there are only two other cases: one where the victim bled to death from a stab wound to the chest, and the other where the victim was beheaded and their internal organs were removed."

"And there are two other cases... where the initial injuries were to the knees and throat, seemingly intended only to deprive the victim of mobility. It is speculated that the organ removal process may have been carried out while the victim was still alive. In one case, the victim was abandoned by the perpetrator after his kidneys and liver were removed, and he crawled on the spot for more than ten meters before bleeding to death."

Upon hearing this, Ella exchanged a glance with Ford. "But that means the killer at least used a sharp weapon to injure or kill the victim before 'disemboweling' them?"

"That's right, and judging from the beheading case, the murderer didn't seem to care much about the integrity of the victim's body."

Greg continued, "But without exception, the methods were all extremely cruel."

"Um,"

Ford stroked his chin. "Cruel?"

"No, you have a problem with this too?"

Greg said unhappily.

"I'll just say this... Inspector, if your investigative instincts were as sensitive as your pride, Scotland Yard probably wouldn't be criticized like this now."

"Hey? You really think I won't get angry?!"

Seeing that the two were about to start arguing again, Ella quickly interrupted, "Then let's go back to that Viscountess, where was the first scene of her crime?"

"The residence of Viscount Tekadi".

Greg said, glaring at Mr. Ford, "That's where this guy met the other party."

Ford shrugged, completely unfazed by Greg's angry glare.

"In the Viscountess's bedroom, we found a large amount of blood and drag marks on the body. There were also several pieces of blood-stained clothing torn into strips, presumably the victim's clothes, but which the murderer removed."

Did the 'Ripper' have a habit of removing his victims' clothing during his crimes?

Ella asked, puzzled.

"Usually the top would be torn or cut open, because Mrs. Tekkadi was wearing a one-piece nightgown, so that the whole thing was taken off after it was torn."

"Does Mrs. Tekkadi not have the habit of wearing underwear before bed?"

Ford suddenly asked this question.

Greg frowned. "Um, the body wasn't dressed... but how would I know if she had this habit? Is your question related to the case?"

"of course."

Ford glanced at Gregor with a hint of exasperation. "Have you questioned Viscount Tekkadi about him?"

"Didn't you just see him in Coral Harbor?"

Greg pursed his lips. "He happened to be on a date with his lover these past two days. When we found him this afternoon, we heard that his wife had died. I saw that he was so 'sad' that he could barely close his mouth."

"The Viscount and Lady Tekkadi have a strained relationship?"

Ella asked curiously.

"They're only superficially united. According to our investigation, Lady Tekadi has actually made several fuss about the Viscount's extramarital affair."

Greg replied, "Lady Tekadi's family is also a noble family. In principle, unlike commoners, if she has evidence of Viscount Tekadi's infidelity, she can apply for a divorce according to the kingdom's laws."

"This is precisely why the Viscountess asked me to use a photographic crystal to record evidence of Viscount Tekadi's infidelity."

Ford added, "Oh, now that I think about it, my photo of the crystal is still in the photo gallery. I'll have to go back to Coral Harbour to pick it up in a couple of days. I'll just have to get my travel expenses reimbursed through an appeal to Scotland Yard."

"You've ruined the client, what's the point of you getting that thing?"

Greg snorted.

"Once you accept a commission, you should complete it well; that's professional ethics."

Ford waved his hand, "And watch your words, Inspector. I didn't harm the Viscountess."

"Who else could it be but you? Could you possibly fabricate a second Ripper?"

"The Ripper was a real person, but this case was clearly not committed by him."

Ford smiled and turned his gaze to Ella. "Beautiful lady, you think so too, don't you?"

Ella was suddenly asked this question, and nodded helplessly, "Alright, I can't hide it from your eyes."

"What do you mean?"

Greg was completely bewildered, while Skadi, who had been listening intently, had a clear look in her eyes.

Ford shrugged and said softly, "This lady and I have probably deduced that Viscountess Tekkadi's death was not caused by 'The Ripper'."

"In reality, this was just an independent murder case disguised as the Ripper case in an attempt to confuse the public."

Chapter 106 Night Road

"What do you mean?"

Inspector Greg instinctively asked a question, but then a thoughtful expression appeared on his face.

However, the carriage suddenly jolted violently the next second, and the horses pulling the carriage outside the window neighed as if they were startled.

"what happened?"

Inspector Greg immediately turned his head and asked the coachman through the front window.

We were still nearly halfway to the city of fog, and the area around us could be described as a desolate wilderness.

"Sir...it seems like something is blocking our way."

The driver's trembling voice came from a small window, about three fingers wide, in the wall of the carriage.

"You all stay in the car for now, I'll see what's going on."

Detective Greg opened the car door, and at the same time, two detectives in the car behind and two Templars attached to Ella also got out.

Two detectives went to the front, while two Templar Knights stood guard next to the first carriage.

Ella looked out the window of the carriage towards the side of the road. In the pitch-black night, only the dense forest, outlined in shadow by the moonlight, remained.

However, the scenery in her eyes is not everything that Ella can see. She is always surrounded by crow familiars, like several small flying surveillance cameras that surround her.

Just ahead of the carriage, on the road, a blurry shadow was faintly illuminated by the oil lamp hanging in front of the carriage.

Inspector Greg, who was walking at the front, arrived at the object with an oil lamp and was shocked to find that it was actually a spotted deer that had not been dead for long.

This kind of deer is considered a weak monster. Ella also encountered it in Stormport. It is not very aggressive, and only occasionally rolls out in a wheel shape to attack others when threatened.

What's more surprising are the wounds on the deer's body: three deadly cuts that looked like they were torn apart by sharp claws, as if it had been attacked by some kind of monster.

However, generally speaking, due to the regular sweeps by adventurer guilds and security guards, there are very few monsters that pose a threat to people near the main roads of the city.

Greg, carrying an oil lamp, stared at the mangled carcass of the spotted deer for a moment, then had two detectives who had followed from behind to check on the situation work together to move the body away from the middle of the road.

"People in the city are feeling uneasy lately, and it seems that things are not very peaceful in the countryside either."

Taking advantage of the gap in the cleared road, Inspector Greg pulled a hookah from his pocket, put it in his mouth, and lit it.

Because there were two girls in the carriage, he had been holding back for a long time, and now he finally had a chance to smoke.

As the stars dimmed, he caught a fleeting glimpse of something flashing by the roadside out of the corner of his eye.

"Who is there?"

Greg frowned, and as he roared, the other two detectives turned to look at him.

"Swish"

The bushes rustled in the darkness, and without further hesitation, Greg drew his flintlock pistol, grabbed his oil lamp, and charged forward.

However, as the golden light dispelled the darkness, two ragged girls appeared in the bushes.