Chapter 516 I Just Want to Ask You a Few Questions

The East End and West End at night are like two completely different worlds.

There is only one street lamp here, and many of them are broken, and no one has repaired it until now, so many places are dark, with low and dilapidated buildings, irregular roads and dark alleys everywhere. It also made this place more complicated. After the Whitechapel serial murder case, the police sent extra night patrols.

Along the way, Zhang Heng has already seen two waves of serious-looking patrolmen with batons and whistles around their necks. However, compared to the entire area, these manpower is still a bit stretched, and more importantly, even the police are difficult to maintain. Patrols of this intensity.

In fact, when the second homicide occurred, the police had already begun to increase their manpower, but they have not been able to solve the case so far. Instead, many low-level patrol officers complained that their salaries were not high, but they did a lot of work. Before When patrolling, you can secretly go to the tavern to have a drink and relax. Now this kind of atmosphere, no one dares to touch fish anymore.

Zhang Heng still wore the old coat he bought when he first came here, and Irene also gave him the scarf she wore when she was disguised as a gypsy busker, plus the makeup skills he had mastered during this period , anyone who sees him will feel that he is a resident here.

Zhang Heng first went around the place where the latest murder case happened. The vicinity is now the focus of police patrols, and after that incident, people are also deliberately avoiding this place. Now there are almost no people here. Zhang Heng stood still behind the fence, during the day He tried to use the method Holmes taught him to identify the mud here, but it didn't make much sense, because the infrastructure of the entire East District was in a bad state, and there were puddles and mud everywhere, even if the murderer's shoes were stained with mud. Neither can be used as a clue.

Zhang Heng came here at night mainly to see the light here, and whether there are lights in the nearby houses.

In order to avoid unnecessary trouble, he didn't stay for too long, and soon walked out from behind the apartment, only to see a girl in her early twenties on the side of the road.

She was wearing an old overcoat with a wine bottle in her hand. When she saw Zhang Heng, she took the initiative to strike up a conversation and said, "Hi?"

Zhang Heng raised his eyebrows, a little surprised.

"It's exciting, isn't it, I won't let you down." The girl smiled a bit reluctantly.

"Since you know what happened recently, you should stay at home honestly." Zhang Heng said.

"I need money, to pay the rent and to buy food, even this half bottle of wine I just borrowed." The girl said, her English sounded not standard, and she had a heavy accent, "It doesn't matter Whatever happens in the world, we have to work, don't we?"

"At least it should be in a crowded place, or stay with your companions, it will be safer."

"This business is not as simple as you think. Prostitutes also have territories. I'm just a foreigner who just came here, and they won't accept me," the girl said. Try your luck in the place, but then again, how are you thinking?"

"You shouldn't come here anyway." Zhang Heng said lightly, "Do you know what kind of men come here at such a time?"

"I've heard people say that a murderer doesn't commit crimes in the same place twice." Having said that, the girl's body was trembling slightly from the very beginning, apparently she was not as bold as she appeared on the surface.

"It's true to say that, but have you ever thought that even if the real master doesn't come, there are others who will come. Behind every famous serial killer, there are many imitators. Your existence is just for them. It provides a chance to make a pilgrimage to the idol." Zhang Heng took half a step towards the girl while talking.

The girl couldn't help shivering, and subconsciously took a half step back.

Zhang Heng took out the half bottle of wine from her hand, glanced at the label on the bottle, and asked, "Do you usually drink this kind of wine?"

"That's right." The girl replied as she secretly looked around, trying to see if there was a patrolman passing by.

Zhang Heng opened the bottle cap and smelled it, then asked, "How much money do you usually make in one night?"

"Huh?" The girl thought for a while, "Three or four pennies. If you are lucky, if someone sells generously, you may make more money, or meet several customers in one night."

Zhang Heng threw a half-pound gold coin to the girl, "Then follow me tonight."

A look of joy flashed in the eyes of the latter when she saw the gold coins. No one living in the East District was rich. She had never seen such a generous customer before, but she might recall what Zhang Heng said before. It sank again.

She is not so valuable, no, it should be said that she has nothing so valuable on her body, except for her own life.

"Don't think too much, I just have a few questions I want to ask you." Zhang Heng said, "You haven't had dinner yet? Then find a place to have dinner first."

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The girl hesitated for less than half a second, and followed Zhang Heng obediently.

As she herself said, she may not know how dangerous it is to do so, but in order to be able to fill her stomach, she has to do even the most dangerous things. This is probably the tragedy of them.

In fact, Zhang Heng also saw many other prostitutes on the way, posing in taverns and alleys to attract customers. They should be out of business for a while until the police catch the killer, but the reality is that they didn't take a day off.

More terrifying than a serial killer is life itself.

"Once you're in this business, it's like being stuck in a quagmire, you can't get out, you can only watch yourself sinking."

This is what an elderly colleague told her when she first entered the industry. The latter died of typhoid fever three months ago. He was alone in the hut where he lived, and was not found by the rent collector until two days after his death. She didn't want her old age to be like this.

However, the reality is crueler than this. Her mouth is very stupid, and she has never been able to speak like others. When she was young, she couldn't make much money. When she was old and frail, her life would be even more unsatisfactory.

Thinking of this, her mood couldn't help but become more gloomy, and at this moment the man beside her said again, "What should I call you better?"