The east side and the west side at night are like two completely different worlds.
There are only one street lamp far away from each other, and many of them are broken. Until now, no one has repaired them. Therefore, many places are pitch black. Low and dilapidated buildings, irregular roads and dark alleys everywhere also make it more complicated. After the serial homicide in the White Chapel, the police have sent more night patrol personnel.
Along the way, Zhang Heng has seen two waves of serious patrolmen with sticks and whistles around their necks. However, compared with the whole area, these people are still a little stretched out. What's more, even the police are hard to maintain such intensity of patrol.
In fact, when the second homicide case appeared, the police began to increase their manpower. However, they have not been able to solve the case so far. On the contrary, many bottom-level patrolmen complain that their salaries are not high, but they do a lot of work. In the past, when they were patrolling, they could go to the pub secretly to have a drink and relax. Now no one dares to fish in this atmosphere.
Zhang Heng is still wearing the old coat he bought when he first came here. Irene also gave him the scarf he used to wear when he disguised as a gypsy salesman. With his makeup skills during this period, anyone who sees him will feel that he is a resident here.
Zhang Heng first went to the place where the latest homicide happened and made a circle. Now it is also the focus of police patrol, and after that, people deliberately avoid it. Now there are few people here. Zhang Heng stands behind the fence. During the day, he tries to identify the soil here by using the method taught by fulmorse, but it is not of great significance, because it is not very meaningful The infrastructure of the whole eastern district is very bad. There are puddles and mud everywhere. Even if the killer's shoes are stained with mud, they can't be used as clues.
Zhang Heng came in the evening mainly to see the light here, and whether there are lights in nearby houses.
In order to avoid unnecessary trouble, he did not stay too long, and soon came out from behind the apartment. As a result, he saw a girl in her early twenties on the side of the road.
She was wearing an old coat and holding a wine bottle in her hand. When she saw Zhang Heng, she opened her collar and said, "Hi, do you want to be happy?"
"Here it is?" Zhang Heng picked his eyebrows and was a little surprised.
"It's exciting, isn't it? I won't let you down." The smile on the girl's face is a little reluctant, but she is still trying to squeeze her little chest.
"Now that you know what's happened recently, you should be honest at home." Zhang Hengdao.
"I need money, rent and food. I just borrowed half a bottle of wine." "No matter what happens in the world, we always have to work, don't we?" she said
"At least it should be in a crowded place, or with your companions. It can be safer."
"It's not as simple as you think. The girls have their own territory. I'm just a stranger who just came here. They won't accept me," the girl said. "I can only try my luck where they don't want to. What's the matter with you? I'm much cheaper than them, but the service is 100 times better than them. You can also experience exotic customs from me. "
"You shouldn't be here anyway." Zhang Heng said faintly, "do you know what men come here at such a time?"
"I've heard that murderers don't commit two crimes in the same place." Having said that, the girl's body was shaking slightly from the beginning, and it was obvious that she was not as bold as it seemed.
"It's right to say that, but have you ever thought that even if Zhengzhu doesn't come, there will be other people who will come. Behind every famous serial killer, there are many imitators. Your existence just provides them with the opportunity to make pilgrimage to idols." Zhang Heng took half a step towards the girl as he spoke.
The girl couldn't help shivering and subconsciously stepped back.
Zhang Heng took out the half bottle of wine from her hand, looked at the label on the bottle and asked, "do you usually drink this kind of wine?"
"That's right." While the girl replied, she secretly looked around to see if there were any patrolmen passing by.
Zhang Heng opened the bottle cap, smelled it and asked, "how much money do you usually make in one night?"
"Well?" The girl thought about it and said, "three or four pence. I'm lucky. If someone is generous, they may make more money, or they may meet several customers in one night."
Zhang Heng tossed half a pound of gold coin to the girl, "then follow me tonight."
The latter saw a flash of joy in her eyes when she saw gold coins. The people who lived in the eastern district were not rich. She had never seen such a generous customer before, but maybe later she recalled what Zhang Heng had said before, and her heart sank again.
Her one night service is not so valuable. No, it should be said that she has nothing so valuable except her own life.
"Don't think about it. I just have a few questions for you." Zhang Heng said, "you haven't had dinner yet? Let's find a place to have dinner first. "…………
The girl only hesitated for less than half a second, then obediently followed Zhang Heng.
As she said, she may not know how dangerous it is to do so, but in order to fill her stomach, she has to do even the most dangerous things, which is probably the tragedy of these people.
In fact, along the way, Zhang Heng also saw a lot of other tricksters, posing in pubs and alleys to solicit customers, including some elderly women in their 50s and 60s. It is reasonable that they should close down for a period of time after Jack the Ripper appeared, until the police caught the murderer. However, the reality is that they didn't have a day off.
More terrifying than serial killers is life itself.
"Once engaged in this business, it's like falling into the mire, you can't get away, you can only watch yourself sink."
This is what an elderly colleague told her when she first started her career. The latter died of typhoid three months ago, and she was alone in her cabin. It was only two days after her death that the rent collector found out that she didn't want to be like this in her later years.
However, the reality is more cruel than that. Her mouth is so stupid that she can't speak like other people all the time. When she was young, she couldn't make much money. When she was old, I'm afraid her life would be even worse.
Think of here, her mood can not help but more gloomy, and at this time, the man beside her and said, "how can I call you better?"
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