48 Hours a Day

The eastern and western parts of the night are like two completely different worlds.

The streetlights are far apart and many of them have been damaged and have not been repaired until now, so many places are pitch-black, low-lying and dilapidated buildings, irregular roads and dark alleys everywhere are further complicated, and police have deployed additional night patrols after the serial killings in the White Church.

Zhang Heng has seen two waves of serious patrols along the way, holding a baton and a whistle around his neck. However, these men still appear somewhat overstretched compared to the entire area, and more importantly, even the police have difficulty maintaining this intensity of patrols.

In fact, when the second murder occurred, the police had begun to increase their personnel, but so far they had not been able to solve the case. Instead, many lower ranking patrol officers complained that their salaries were not high, but they did not do much work. Previously, they were able to sneak out to the pub for a drink and relax, and now nobody dares to touch the fish.

Zhang Heng still wears the old jacket he bought when he first arrived, and Eileen gave him the scarf he used to wear as a gypsy entertainer. Plus the makeup he mastered during this time, anyone who saw him would think he was a resident here.

Zhang Heng first went to the site of the most recent murder, the neighborhood is now the focus of police patrols, and after that, people intentionally avoided this place. Today, there is hardly anyone here. Zhang Heng stood behind the fence. During the day, he tried to identify the dirt here by teaching Holmes, but it didn't make much sense, because the entire East End infrastructure was bad, and there were pits and dirt everywhere, even if the shoe of the murderer was stained with dirt, it could not be used as a clue.

Zhang Heng came over at night mainly to see if the lights were on in the neighborhood.

In order to avoid unnecessary trouble, he did not stay too long and soon came out of the back of the apartment, where he saw a girl in her early twenties on the side of the road.

She was dressed in an old coat with a bottle in her hand and saw Zhang Hengxiu open her collar and hitched, "Hey, do you want to be happy? ”

“Here?” Zhang Heng picked his eyebrows, a little surprised.

“It's exciting, isn't it? I won't let you down.” The smile on the girl's face is somewhat forceful, but she still squeezes herself into the front of her chest without much effort.

“You should stay home honestly knowing what's happened recently.” Zhang Hengdao.

“I need money, pay rent and buy food, even this half bottle I just borrowed.” Girl says, her English doesn't sound standard and she has a heavy accent, "No matter what happens in the world, we have to work, don't we? ”

“It should be safer, at least, in a crowded place, or with your peers. ”

“This business is not as simple as you think, and the gorges have a division, and I'm just a native who hasn't been here long, and they won't accept me," Girl said, "I can only take a chance where they don't want to be, so how was your thinking? I'm a lot cheaper than them, but the service is a hundred times better than them, and you can experience exotic flavors from me. ”

“You shouldn't be here anyway.” Zhang Hengfang said, “Do you know what kind of men come here at this time? ”

“I have heard that the murderer would not have committed two crimes in the same place.” Having said that, the girl's body has trembled slightly from the beginning, apparently not as bold as it seems.

“That's true, but did you ever think that even if the Lord did not come, there would be others, and every famous serial killer would have a lot of copycats behind him, and your presence just gave them the opportunity to pilgrimage to the idols?” Zhang Heng took half a step toward the girl as he spoke.

The girl couldn't help but tremble and took a small step back unconsciously.

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

“Exactly.” The girl answered, sneaking around to see if the patrol police were passing by.

Zhang Heng opened the bottle lid and smelled it, and asked, “How much money do you usually make in a night? ”

“Hmm?” the girl thought, "Three or four pennies. Lucky for you, if someone is generous, they might make more money, or run into several customers overnight. ”

Zhang Heng threw half a pound of gold coin at the girl, "Then follow me tonight. ”

The latter saw a glimmer of happiness in the eyes of the gold coin. None of the rich people lived in the East Side. She had never seen such a large customer before, but may later recall what Zhang Heng had said before, and a heart sank again.

Her overnight service was not so valuable, no, it should be said that there was nothing so valuable on her, except her own life.

“Don't think about it, I just have a few questions for you.” Zhang Hengdao, “haven't you eaten dinner yet? Let's find a place to have dinner. ”

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

As she had said herself, she did not necessarily know how dangerous it was, but in order to be able to fill her stomach, she had to do even the most dangerous things, which was probably the tragedy of these people.

In fact, Zhang Heng also saw a number of other goblins along the way, and in the tavern and alley, there were a number of elderly aunts, some of whom were fifty or sixty years old. Rather, they should be closed for a while after Jack the Ripper appeared, until the police caught the murderer, but the reality is that they did not rest for a day.

More terrifying than serial killers is life itself.

“Once you're in this business, it's like you're stuck in a mud, you can't get out of it, you just watch yourself sink. ”

That's what an elderly colleague told her when she first came into town, who died of typhoid fever three months ago, in her cabin, alone, until two days after her death, when the renter found out that she didn't want her old age to be the same.

Yet the reality is more cruel than that, her mouth is dumb, she has not been able to speak like the others, she did not make much money when she was young, and I fear life will be even worse when she is old.

To think of it, her mood became darker, and the man next to her said, "What better way to call you? ”