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开膛手杰克-故事设定
午夜迷雾
1.来自深渊的对手
第二个了。
Warren的眉头微微蹙起，望着眼前这具死状凄厉的女尸。
死者是一个****，玛莉•安•尼古拉斯（Mary Ann Nichols），43岁。她被发现在白教堂附近的囤货区（Bucks Row）内。死者腹部被掀开，肠子被拖了出来，下体也遭到重创。
由于死者的死状太为凄惨，不少赶去案发现场的苏格兰场警察都吐了。
Warren没有呕吐。他只是皱眉检查着这具尸体。这与8月7日白教堂东区的死者玛莎•塔布连（Martha Tabram）实在太像了。地点都在白教堂附近，而死者都是****。这极有可能是连环杀手的作为。无论如何，如果真是连环杀手的话，那么这一定仅仅是个开始罢了。
Warren向当局提出了自己的想法，但是当局并没有对外宣布“连环杀手”的设想——害怕造成社会上不必要的恐慌，而倒是媒体，给这两件案件冠上了“白教堂连续凶杀案” （the Whitechapel murders）之名。当局在舆论压力下，投入更多的便衣警察巡逻，如此使得人们相信，这样的案件不会再度重演。
Warren却并不这样认为。该来的总会来的，他几乎可以肯定这个连环杀手，一定是他有生以来遇到最强劲的敌手。
Warren生于一个中产阶级之家，如今是苏格兰场的中流砥柱。他性格坚忍，冷静而极具头脑。他破过数起看似无法侦破的案件——都只是从一些蛛丝马迹中得到灵感。而他的功劳却始终被上司Rachel夺走，他始终是个默默无闻的警察而已。Warren并不是不在意名利上的收获，只是他更沉迷于破案的快感之中——是的，快感，Warren总是能从各种难解的谜案中得到特别的快感。而看到这两起凶案的时候，Warren血脉贲张，身体微微颤栗。Rachel以为他害怕了，但是并不。Warren只是感觉无比兴奋而已。
当安妮•查普曼（Annie Chapman）的尸体被人在汉伯宁街（Hanbury Street）29号的后院发现的时候，Warren证实了自己的猜测。这是一起精彩的犯罪，凶手第一次在住宅附近犯案，而且距离上次作案时间仅8天之隔，手法越来越纯熟也越来越残忍。
9月27日，新闻社收到了署名为“开膛手杰克”的来信。从此，这个凶残的连环杀手，有了自己的“艺名”。
开膛手杰克么。Warren笑笑。胆敢挑衅警方，还真是疯狂呀。
当局压力极大，各种猜测纷纷被提出。有人总结，杰克应该是个屠夫，也有人说他是医生，甚至有人怀疑到皇室头上。
Warren看了所有关于杰克的报道。他只是笑。不不，杰克不是屠夫，他有一定的文化。杰克不是医生，他有艺术家的气息。杰克更不可能是皇室——他有着果决，坚忍以及残忍的素质，绝非那些娇生惯养的皇室所能具备。
杰克的犯案堪称艺术——是的，黑暗的，完美的艺术。没有人看到的漆黑夜里，伦敦的浓雾掩盖之下，他悄然地出现，留下一片残忍的，令人不寒而栗的犯罪现场。
艺术，艺术家。
Warren忽然有了灵感。是的艺术家！看看那些死者的关联吧！都是****！没错，艺术家——画家，他们有机会接触下层的站街女，因为有时候他们需要寻觅****来画人体写生。而且他们具备精良的人体解剖知识。
这个念头让Warren亢奋不已。他并没有告诉任何人，他知道如果他现在开口了，那么功劳会像以往那样被别人抢去。
他要亲手抓住他，没错，这个犯罪者，这个开膛手，这个他有史以来最强大的劲敌！哪怕运用极端的手段，他也要抓住他！
Warren整夜整夜地看着所有相关资料，反复地回味着凶案现场，一个念头忽然在他脑海中产生了……
2.优雅的犯人
他看到伊丽莎白•史泰德（Elizabeth Stride）的被害消息时，微微地笑了。
哦，这不是他做的。他是一位艺术家，而对方只是一个可笑的模仿者。对方这样做究竟是为什么呢？Jack轻轻敲着自己的太阳穴，或许是效仿，或许是挑衅，或许是栽赃，又或许……只是要他迫不及待地走出来。
是的，伊丽莎白不是他杀的，因为当时，他正在处理凯萨琳•艾道斯（Catherine Eddowes）小姐。
对方的确是一个令人敬佩的对手。在他Jack打算动手的同天晚上，居然也行动了。Jack笑了起来。或许对方已经对他的身份有所察觉，或许这是一个暗号。
只是这不够优雅，也不够完美。Jack轻抚着他为妻子画的画像。这样的一切不是亲爱的Bella想要看到的。他深深地知道。哦Bella，他可爱的，但又不幸的妻子。她最终看不到了，但他所做的一切都是为了她。
那个效仿者又冠着Jack的名义，给新闻社写了明信片。浮夸而又虚无的文字，并把凯萨琳的死也囊括其中。Jack这次收起了微笑。
人们把他的仪式当做一场邪恶的犯罪，他可以原谅他们。而那个效仿者滑稽的模仿，却让Jack感到微微地愤怒。他的仪式被人玷污了。而且是以一种滑稽的，夸张的手法被玷污了。他生为艺术家的灵魂非常憎恶“剽窃”这种行为，而很明显那个效仿者正在这么做。
Jack决定除掉那个恶心的效仿者。而这一回，保安委员会会长收到了又一封来信。仍然是效仿者写的。 “来自地狱”，是这封信的标题，而信中有几个单词故意被拼错了。他有自信这封信会被刊登出来，真正的Jack会看到，而Jack也确实看到了。
而且他看明白了。对方在告诉他，我将在接下来接着作案。能不能来阻止我，就看你出不出现了。
对方让他从暗中跳出来呢。
真有意思，可惜你就要死了。Jack合上泰晤士报，喝了一口香草茶。
3. 犯罪者与效仿者
他的本名当然不叫Jack，只是我们现在这样来称呼他。
他本是一个普通的艺术家，并拥有一个非常幸福的家庭。Bella，他挚爱的妻子，曾经他们非常幸福地生活在一起。如果说绘画是他人生中第一重要的事，那么Bella就是胜过任何一切的他世间的挚爱。
Bella身体孱弱，却非常想为他生下属于他俩的孩子。Jack最终拗不过她的坚持，可最后也正因为这份坚持，Jack永远失去了她。
失去Bella的Jack几乎陷入绝望的深渊。他开始策划并最终动手，他杀死日常接触中认识的****们，然后取走她们的子宫—Bella最终因为子宫出血而死，他于是把这些新鲜的健康的子宫取下来祭奠她。
或许，Bella会重新回来。Jack天真地相信着。
Jack扶了扶他的面具，脑海中忽然浮现出了关于Bella的一切。在这样黑暗的房间里，果然看不清楚呢。
扑鼻的是血腥味，床上躺着的是已经死去的****玛莉•珍•凯莉（Mary Jane Kelly）。他到的时候人已经死了。黑暗之中一时之间并看不清楚。很明显，这是效仿者做的。他要栽赃给他，又或者说，他只是想找到他。
“出来。”Jack很简短地这样说道。他知道那个人一定还在这里。如果不是为了与他见面，又何必大费周章？
黑暗之中忽然传来一声短促地笑声。Jack透过面具，在已经渐渐适应的黑暗之中，看到了他的效仿者。
那个人穿着与他类似的装扮——或许是从坊间的谣传中听来了他的着装描述。真够费心的，也难为他了。Jack这样想着，只等着那人开口说话。他一定会开口，因为他做这一切都是为了见他。
“你很厉害，居然知道是这里。”效仿者的声音带着戏谑，“不愧是我最强劲的对手。”
“我并不认为你配做我的对手。不过既然你煞费苦心下了这样隆重的战书，不认真去揣测一下，看来是不行的。”Jack冷笑一声。
“我没有猜错的话，你是一位画家。你或许早就与这些****有过接触，你受过高等教育，你精通解剖知识，你认为自己的犯罪，是一场又一场华丽的行为艺术。”效仿者这样说道。
“对，又不全对。”Jack从怀中取出了一把刀，放在手中把玩，“这不是行为艺术，这是献给Bella的仪式！”
黑暗之中，Jack出手了。他那样迅速地，悄无声息地向效仿者扑了上去。两人扭在了一起。
这场争斗是无声无息的。他们没有发出声音，只是使用各自的武器奋力的搏杀。
而这场激烈的争斗又很快结束了。Jack被效仿者伤到腹部，倒地不起，没了声息。
效仿者急促地喘着气——在刚才的搏斗之中，他也受到了创伤。没想到一个画家居然有这样惊人的格斗能力。朦胧的月光之下，效仿者长舒一口气，慢慢取下了面具。
是Warren，苏格兰场的中流砥柱，不，这个时候或许叫他另一个犯罪者比较合适。他的脸庞年轻却又刚毅，他的嘴角露出不易察觉的笑容。
“Jack，你最终被我亲手逮捕了。不过你放心，我会好好埋藏你的尸体，不会让你死后身败名裂。”Warren的脸庞有些扭曲。他整个人散发着淡淡的血腥味。
他缓缓地走向Jack，接着蹲了下来，靠近Jack的脸：“想知道为什么吗？因为我会继续将你的艺术持续下去。我会代替你将开膛手杰克的名号流传在犯罪历史上，我会代替你成为传奇！”
4. 致挚爱的Bella
午夜伦敦的迷雾之中，一个男人正吃力地扛着另一个男人前进。
后半夜的雾分外地大，天上的月亮已经是看不见的了。
整座城市的市民都已入眠，这样的午夜街头根本不会有人出现。因为这迷雾，也更是因为最近可怕的连环杀人凶手——开膛手Jack。
只是Jack再也不会出现了。Bella，对不对？
Jack抬头望着天空，企图望破那层层的迷雾，重新看到星空。
他扛着一个昏迷的男人，这个男人是他的疯狂效仿者。
在数分钟之前，Jack在效仿者安排的战场之中，与其进行了生死搏斗，他被刺中腹部，假装昏死，倒了下去。
而当效仿者靠近他的时候，他忽然出手，用针管扎中了效仿者的手臂。
针管里是他随身携带的麻醉剂。他在之前的作案中曾经使用过——这会让人昏厥，无法发出声音。而正是这随身携带的麻醉剂，在关键的时候拯救了他。
他将要扛着这个昏迷的男人到一个隐蔽之处，然后处死他，再埋葬他，神不知鬼不觉地。这个效仿者将永远消失，而Jack，也会淡出这个历史舞台。
他忽然想明白了。Bella已经死去了。无论他杀多少人，拿走多少新鲜的子宫来举行他祭奠的仪式，Bella也不会活过来。
Jack忽然伤感起来。并不是为了他所犯的案件，也并不是为了那些被他无辜杀害的死者。他只是忽然意识到Bella的死去。
没有人能懂他对Bella忠实的爱。哪怕是这个声称看懂了他的犯罪艺术的效仿者。
他是孤高的，是寂寞的，是不被人所理解的。
Jack一时之间无比的寂寞。他什么都没有说，只是扛着昏迷的效仿者，渐渐隐没在伦敦午夜的迷雾之中。
Misty Midnight
1.Enemy from abyss
The second……
Warren knitted his brows, gazing at the woman who died miserable.
The dead was a prostitutes, Mary Ann Nichols, 43 years old. She was found in Bucks Row near Whitechapel. Her abdomen was incised, the gut was dragged out and her private part was assaulted severely.
Because of her mutilated dead body, many polices at Scotland Yard vomited on the scene.
Warren didn’t vomit. He only examined the corpse, frowning. It was nearly the same as Martha Tabram’s body, which was found in the east zone of Whitechapel on August 7th. The places were both near Whitechapel, and the dead were both prostitutes, seeming very likely done by serial killer. Anyway, if so, then it's just the beginning.
Warren suggested his idea to the authorities, however, the authorities didn’t announce this assumption----in order not to cause unnecessary panic in the society. But the media, still named the two cases as “the Whitechapel murders”. The authorities dispatched more plainclothesmen under great pressure from the public, so that people believed no such cases would happen again.
Yet, Warren didn’t think so. The arrival would come. He almost could assure, this series killer, would become the greatest enemy in his life.
Warren was born from a middle-class family. Now he was a mainstay in Scotland yard. Persevering，calm and clever, because of this kind of character, he had detected many cold cases by getting inspiration from thread of a spider and trail of a horse. However, his contribution was always owing to his boss Rachel. He always just was an unknown police. Warren didn’t care about fame and gain, what mattered was the pleasant sensation he could get from solving a case. Yes, the pleasant sensation. Warren was addicted to it, which could be got from complicated riddle. When detecting these two murders, Warren’s blood pressure was up，he trembled slightly. Rachel thought he was afraid, however, in fact he was just feeling extremely excited.
When Annie Chapman’s body was found at 29 Hanbury Street, Warren’s assumption was confirmed. It was a wonderful murder. The killer committed the crime near uptown, and it was only eight days away from his last murder. At the same time, his technique was more skillful and inhumane.
On September 27th, news agency received a letter whose signature was Jack The Ripper. From then on, this cruel series killer, had his unique nickname.
Jack The Ripper? Warren smiled. Be dare to challenge the police, so mad was he……
The authorities was under really great pressure. Various conjectures began to come out. Someone concluded, Jack should be a butcher. There were also people who thought he was a doctor. Someone even related him to royal household.
Warren read all reports about Jack. He only laughed at them. No, no……Jack was not a butcher, he must have been educated to some degree. He was not a doctor as well, for he was artsy actually. Even less so royal household, as he was purposeful，persevering and ruthless. Royal household who was spoiled couldn’t have that idiosyncrasy.
Jack’s crime could be regarded as art----Yes, dark and perfect art. At the dark night, as London covered with thick foggy, in somewhere people couldn’t see, he, appeared stealthily，left a diabolic scene, where people would tremble, with fear.
Artist, artist……
Suddenly, something occurred to Warren’s mind. Yes! Artist! Pick up the same point of the dead! They were all prostitutes! Artists----painters, they had chance to contact with Streetwalkers who were in the bottom of society, because they needed to find them for body painting. What’s more, they had got the knowledge of human anatomy.
This discovery made Warren excited. He didn’t tell anyone, he knew, if he said now, his contribution would be owed to others as used to be.
He wanted to capture this criminal in person, yes, this criminal, Jack The Ripper, he was the biggest enemy in his
life. Though he may need to use drastic measure，he wanted to catch him too!
Warren read all related materials, overnight and overnight. He also thought back the scene, again and again.
An idea began to form in his mind.
2.Graceful criminal
When he knew the news that Elizabeth Stride was killed, he smiled slightly.
Oh no, it was not done by him. He was an artist, but that person, was only a ridiculous imitator. But why that person did that? Jack massaged his temple, maybe it was a imitation, maybe it was a provocation, maybe, it was a frame, or maybe…… He only wanted to get him out.
Yes, Elizabeth was not killed by him. Because that time, he was busy killing Catherine Eddowes.
That imitator was an opponent worth respecting. Because he took action at the same time when he planned to act. Jack smiled. Maybe that person had known his identity already.
But it was not graceful enough, either perfect. Jack touched the portrayal he drew for his wife. This was not what Bella wanted to see. He knew deeply. Oh, Bella, his lovely and unlucky wife. She couldn’t see at last. But what he did was all for her.
That imitator wrote a letter to news agency in the name of Jack. It was flatulent and windy，which also included Catherine’s death. This time, Jack didn’t smile.
He could forgive people who regarded his fate as an evil crime. But that imitator’s ridiculous action, really annoyed him. His fate was sullied. Even worse, it was sullied by a ridiculous and exaggerated method. As an artist, his soul abhorred this kind of plagiarism. It was absolutely that imitator was plagiarizing.
Jack decided to kill that damned imitator. And this time, the president of Public Security Committee received a long letter again. It was still from the imitator. “From Hell” was this letter’s title. There were some words which were misspelled on purpose. He was sure this letter would be published and the real Jack would see it. And in the fact, Jack indeed saw it .
And Jack understood, the imitator meant he would keep committing crime. The only way to stop it was----he appeared.
The imitator wanted he to come out of the dark.
It was interesting. However, you would die, unluckily. Jack put down the Times and drank a mouthful of Vanilla Tea.
3. The criminal and the imitator
His real name was surely not Jack, it was only an appellation.
Once he was a general artist, and he had a very well-being family. He loved his wife, and they had lived together happily for a long time. If drawing was the most important thing in his life, then Bella was his true love above all other things.
Bella was weak, but she really wanted to have a child. Jack couldn’t disobey her insistence, however in the last, because of this instance, Jack lost her forever.
Jack was caught in despairing abyss after he lost Bella. He began to plan and take action, he killed familiar prostitutes and took away their uteruses.
Bella was died from metrorrhagia, thus he used these fresh and healthy uteruses to sacrifice her. Maybe, Bella would come back in one day. Jack believed this naively.
Jack adjusted his mask, all the things about Bella occurred to his mind. In this so dark room, it was obviously that he couldn’t see clearly.The nose reveals a concentration of smell of blood, the woman who lied on the bed was prostitute Mary Jane Kelly. She was already dead when he came. In the dark, all things were vague. Apparently, it was done by imitator, he wanted to plant this on him, or he only wanted to find him.
“Come out.” Jack said in short. He knew that person must be in here. If his aim was not ding him, he wouldn’t make much ado.
A short laugh came from the dark. Jack was adapted to darkness gradually through the mask, he could see the imitator now.
That person was in similar clothes as his----maybe he heard rumors about this. He had really spent a lot of time! Jack just waited, waiting for him talking. He must would say something, because all what he had done was for seeing him,
“You were really clever, going so far as to know I am here.” The imitator said with banter. “ You are worth being the most powerful opponent in my life.”
“I don’t regard you as my opponent. But since you have spent so much time on challenging me, I should guess seriously. “ Jack sneered.
“If my conjecture was not wrong, you were an artist. Maybe you have contacted with these prostitutes before. You are well-educated, and you are good at anatomy. You think your crime is a series of magnificent performance art. “ The imitator said.
“You are right, but only a small part.” Jake took out a knife from arms and started to play it. “ It was not a performance art, it was a rite consecrating to Bella!” In the dark, Jack took action. He snapped the imitator, silently. These two people wrestled together.
This fight was silent. They didn’t make a sound, only in struggling to use their own weapon，fighting and killing.
This furious fight ended soon, Jack was hurt by the imitator on the abdomen，he fell down to the ground, losing breath.
The imitator panted urgently. He was also hurt in the fight. He never thought an artist would have so high martial prowess. Under the misty taste of moonshine, the imitator sighed relaxingly, he slowly took down his mask.
Yes, it was Warren, the mainstay of Scotland Yard. But now, it was more appropriate to call him another criminal. His face was young and resolute.
There was smile on his lips which was not easily perceived.
“Jack, finally, you were caught by me in person. But you don’t need to worry, I will bury you well, your name won’t be mud.” Warren’s face twisted, he gave forth an odour of blood.
He walked to Jack slowly, then squatted down, came near to his face: “Do you know why? Because I will inherit your art. I will be Jack the Ripper instead of you. I will be the tale in the history of crime instead of you!”
4. To dear Bella
At the misty night in London, a man carried another man, walking laboriously.
The fog was really thick after midnight. The moon had disappeared now.
Citizens in the whole city had been asleep, no one would appear on street at such midnight. It was not only because of such mist, but also because of a series killer---- Jack the Ripper.
But Jack wouldn’t appear again, would it, Bella?
Jack looked up the sky, attempting to see through the mist, seeing the starry sky again.
He carried a dizzy man, this man was the mad imitator.
Several minutes ago, Jack fought against the imitator in the battleground arranged by him. He was hurt on the abdomen，thus he pretended to have been falling into a coma and fell down.
When the imitator approached him, he suddenly acted, using the needle tubing to acupuncture the imitator’s arm.
In the needle tubing, it was the anesthetic. He had used it in the crime before-----It could make people faint and lose voice. And that‘s exactly this carry-on anesthetic，saved him at this crucialmoment.
He would carry this dizzy man to a covert，then killed him and buried him insidiously. This imitator would disappear forever, and Jack would also on his way out.
All of a sudden, he understood, Bella had died.
No wonder how many people he killed, how many uteruses he took away to sacrifice, she wouldn’t come back to life.
Unexpectedly, Jack became sad. It was not for the crimes he had committed, neither for those innocent dead, just because he realized the death of Bella.
No one could understand his loyal love to Bella, even that imitator who claimed to have understand his criminal art.
He was exclusive, lonely and not understood by anyone.
This time, Jack felt unparalleled loneliness. He didn’t say anything, just carried the dizzy imitator, gradually, disappeared in the misty night of London.
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