White Church Under Red Fog

Chapter 1

"Tick-tock--"

The sound of dripping water sounded in the empty room, and a pair of eyes opened with difficulty after trembling several times.

It hurts so much...

Mia felt as if her head was hit by a hammer, and it hurt so much that it was about to explode. Not only did her head hurt, but her face also hurt.

It was a burning pain, as if someone had drilled several holes in her face with thin iron flowers.

The fact was similar. What pierced her face was not a thin piece of iron flower, but a serrated knife used to grind herbs.

At this time, half of the serrations of the grinding knife were embedded in the girl's tender cheek, leaving a hideous and uneven scar, and blood dripped along the blade drop by drop, which looked particularly creepy in the silent house.

"Anne——" The bell at the door rang, and a woman with a basket in her hand walked in. Seeing the scene in front of her, she screamed, "Ah——"

The basket fell to the ground, and the herbs inside were scattered around. Perry ran out, rolling and crawling, and her huge body hit the door of the herbal medicine shop. The sound attracted the attention of people around, "What happened?"

There were already many vendors on the streets of London in the early morning. Seeing her like this, they also came over to inquire. How terrible it was that Perry, who was brave enough to walk at night, was scared like this?

"Anne, Anne..." Perry's fingers trembled as she fell to the ground, pointing to the herbal medicine shop, and just shouting the name of the owner of the herbal medicine shop.

The impatient Regier pushed aside a group of people in front of him, pushed open the door of Colette's herbal medicine shop, and then retreated again because of the strong smell of blood.

But he reacted immediately, and hurriedly pushed the door open again and rushed in. After seeing the scene in the house, he took a breath and said weakly, "Oh my god!"

The bearded man looked at the horrible scene in front of him in shock, and took a step back without control. Oh my god, is this really a herbal medicine store instead of a slaughterhouse?

The hostess of the herbal medicine store fell face down on the ground, and her life or death was unknown. Her skirt turned bloody; a little girl was hanging on the equipment for processing herbs not far away. It was obviously her daughter. The bearded man used his excellent hearing to ensure that he could even hear the sound of her blood dripping - the blood was dripping from the position of her face covered by her hair, and it fell into the bucket full of water facing her head, making a crisp sound.

But the most terrifying thing was the man lying on the ground in the middle of the shop.

Arthur Colette, the male owner of the herbal medicine store, fell to the ground with his eyes wide open. His throat was cut by a knife, his abdomen was cut open by a knife, and his internal organs were taken out and thrown randomly on the ground.

The blood on his wound had coagulated and was no longer bleeding, but the blood that had flowed out before was enough to fill the herbal medicine shop with a pungent bloody smell, and its terrifying color occupied the most central position, leaving a deep enough impression on anyone who walked into the herbal medicine shop. Together with the randomly discarded internal organs, the herbal medicine shop became a temporary hell.

".....Go find the police." The bearded man didn't know how long he stood stiffly, feeling that his brain was about to be solidified by the impact of this terrible scene, and was finally awakened by the nausea of ​​wanting to vomit, and stumbled out of the herbal medicine shop and said weakly.

The residents of Whitechapel never lacked opportunities to see dead people.

This is one of the poorest and most chaotic areas in London.

It is difficult for the gentlemen living in West London to imagine that there is such a chaotic place in the world. Crime here is commonplace and there is nothing new. So much so that just ordinary theft can't cause any emotional fluctuations in the police officers in the Whitechapel police station-even among these police officers are the protectors of those criminals.

Therefore, Whitechapel is called the land of sin, which means anything can happen here.

But not everyone can browse all the crimes in Whitechapel from beginning to end, including this terrible throat cutting.

Compared with the drunkards who froze to death on the streets and the people who were stabbed to death in winter, the scene in Colette's herbal medicine shop was too scary. Regier felt that the breakfast he had just eaten had an urge to burst out of his stomach.

But he still covered his mouth to control this urge. He had eaten a piece of beef this morning. For a hawker selling oysters, vomiting the weekly beef breakfast was too wasteful, which was simply an unforgivable crime!

The police came soon.

The incident of Jack the Ripper had just happened not long ago. The whole Whitechapel area was in a state of panic. Now that they had encountered such a case where the internal organs were pulled out and the throat was cut, no one could remain calm. The Whitechapel Police Department even sent two policemen to handle the case, Sheriff Edmund Reed and his right-hand man Bennett Derek.

"Oh——" Reed's nose was itchy when he walked into the Colette herbal medicine store. He tried to judge some clues from the smell and got the answer that it was the smell of blood and internal organs mixed and fermented in a closed space.

The people who went to the police station to find the police may have wanted to avoid affecting the business nearby. The door of the herbal medicine store was still closed tightly until they arrived, so that when he walked in, he could still smell the pungent smell, the smell of blood, the slight stink of internal organs, and the smell of those unknown herbs in the herbal medicine store.

Just like the tragedy caused by Jack the Ripper, it was nauseating.

Derek, who walked in behind him, accepted the situation better than his boss. This might be because he was a retired soldier who had been to the battlefield. After experiencing such a cruel war, Derek didn't think there was any scene that could make him collapse, but the situation in front of him still made him feel uncomfortable.

Especially the girl with blood dripping from her face... Wait, is she bleeding?

Derek suddenly realized that a dead person wouldn't bleed like this, "She's still alive!" The fierce-looking policeman quickly ran to the face-down girl and wanted to turn her over to confirm.

"Pop--" An almost inaudible sound of a foreign object being pulled out sounded. Derek looked at the girl's face in his arms and couldn't help but take a breath, "Oh my God..."

That can no longer be considered a scar, but a group of scars.

At this time, the right face of the young girl was bloody and still bleeding. Derek looked at the place where the girl just lay face down. There was a medicine grinder placed there. The silver blade was covered with bright red blood. It flashed a strange light under the sunlight shining through the narrow window, which made people feel cold.

"This woman is also alive!" Reed, who went to check on the other woman lying on the ground, suddenly shouted, picked her up and rushed out the door.

In half an hour, from the time the murder scene was discovered to the time they came here, no one noticed that there were actually two living people at the scene. It was ridiculous!

But maybe because the scene was too terrible, the shock brought by Jack the Ripper had not completely disappeared, and no one wanted to be associated with this crime scene... Reed, standing outside the clinic, wondered if the mother and daughter could survive by luck?

"It's a miracle." The owner of the clinic walked out of the consulting room, looking amazed, "I didn't expect someone could survive with such injuries."

He said to Reed with interest, "You know? She wasn't even fully awake, and her eyes were not focused, but when I sewed the wound, she didn't even shout. This is probably the strong desire of human beings to survive?"

Even men can't be as strong as her. The wound on her head is fatal, and the wound on her face ruined her future, but this girl didn't say a word, not even a tear. This is definitely not a simple description of being unable to speak in pain. She must be a strong enough girl.

Eric became interested in this young girl and decided to record her as an observation object.

But Inspector Reed, who he was facing, obviously didn't know what the doctor he was facing was thinking, "Very good, can she speak now?" As if he felt that his behavior was too eager, he asked again, "How is her mother?"

I'm really glad that the person they sent survived, but this is not enough, he needs to know more.

"I don't think so for now." Eric pointed to his head. "She was hit hard on the head. I sewed twenty-one stitches on it. She has obvious slow reaction and does not respond enough to external stimulation."

I don't know what he thought of. Eric laughed strangely, "I think I must have a lot of double images in her eyes. When she looked at me, her eyes fell on the skull behind me."

It is obvious that the brain was hit hard, resulting in slow reaction and dysfunction. Eric thinks it is impossible to ask such a person to explain what she encountered.

"But her mother should be able to give you some answers. Her situation is better." Eric still gave Reed an answer that rekindled hope. "But she just lost her child and is very weak. I'm not sure if she fainted while talking to you."

A woman who just had a miscarriage and lost her husband is very unlucky. But she is also lucky because she has not lost her fertility. For a woman of this age, she still has the opportunity to find another man who is obsessed with her face, and then have children and form a new family.

But the girl whose face was destroyed was different. With her beauty, she could have married a man with good conditions, but now the hideous scar destroyed everything. Who knows what she will become in the future?

After all, even if ordinary girls don’t have such beauty as her, they won’t have such a scary face that makes people afraid and can’t arouse any romantic thoughts.

Oh, by the way, it’s only half of her face. The other side of her face is still pretty. Maybe this can be of some use to her in the future?