Bab 33: Jack the Ripper
George Yard, a narrow north-south alleyway connecting Wentworth Street and Whitechapel High Street.
An archway that looks like it could have been used by a man and a woman to make love late at night.
As Professor Gavrilo and his female apprentice passed through the rather darkened space at night, he heard himself curse from somewhere.
"Shrug... It's finally over... We haven't seen each other for years and you're still so young, huh?"
"Hoo hoo. Unlike your friend, our Martha has a front wheel...."
Martha Tabram, a slutty, hip-swinging, womanizing whore.
He couldn't help but be overjoyed with a customer he hadn't seen in years.
Why is that?
Because she's from a noble family, and she pays him many times over.
So whenever he sees this client, he washes every inch of his body.
I felt an instinctive sense of intimidation from this little guy that if I made a mistake and gave him a sexually transmitted disease, his life would be in danger.
"So where have you been, and why have you come to see me now?"
A woman with short orange hair and blue eyes.
Still wearing the clothes she had taken off, she twirled her sweaty hair as she spoke.
"Ah... I was on a business trip in the German Empire. Ah.... Speaking of the barbaric German Reich, how quickly its national power was growing.... It gave me goose bumps, to be honest."
"Ah.... That's why you were sneaking around at night."
"Why, did something happen while I was away, my pretty little Martha?"
"You haven't heard the rumors, have you?"
"...What rumors?"
"Well. They say that that professor of yours is hanging around Whitechapel looking for a body?"
"Bodies? Why?"
'Uh... How do you know I'm collecting bodies? Did my colleagues, who are trying to get me out of my professorship, spread the word?'
I'm a college professor, too, and I go around looking for cadaveric cadavers for my dissection labs.
For some reason, he couldn't stand the thought of his story coming out of the mouth of a complete stranger, and as a citizen of the British Empire, he couldn't stand it.
He hid in an adjacent archway and listened to their conversation with a sneer.
Was it his mood that caused the priestess next to him to flicker with excitement?
"Do you know what the professor is doing with the bodies?"
"I don't know. Does he dissect them or something?"
"Not that.... Oh, that.... I'm ashamed to even put it in my mouth...."
"What is it? I want to know, so tell me."
"It's... nailed it."
"...!!!!"
"This professor.... is a necrophile, which is why I've been losing money lately, because all my Whitechapel clients are dropping dead."
-Creepy.
Then.
The woman who bought the man instinctively felt her life was in danger.
Of course, her skills would allow her to overcome this risk, but what if this lowly spearman made her sick?
If she was discovered by Schleswig, who shared a room with her, she could be in big trouble.
"Ah! Here's the money. Here I go."
"Okay... Goodbye."
And just like that, she was gone.
A man appeared behind Martha Tabrum, his eyes bloodshot and a pocket knife in his hand.
"...Huh?"
"Search!"
"Wow, Professor. You're fucking hot."
The professor easily plunged his pocket knife into the carotid artery of the prostitute, as if to say, "Is this really the same person as me?"
The female apprentice, watching from behind the beautiful sight of red blood splattering everywhere, spat out a voice of admiration.
-Spatula
-Spatula
"Die! Die! What kind of necrophiliac am I? And who the hell spread this rumor?"
"Wow... The professor is teaching me a lot of good things today."
The apprentice who is still gaining experience today is named Jack the Ripper.
She would go on to become the most notorious killer in the British Empire, succeeding the professor who went into exile to pursue a life of crime.
Therefore, you must get to know your teacher well.
***
August 10, 1888.
Train between Pforzheim and Bad Cannstatt.
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Despite my recent interest in automobiles, I'm still a siderodromophile.
Unlike cars, which are so clunky you wonder if they'll actually roll, big trains have a way of touching a man's heart.
It's not just me.
My grandmother and mother were also extreme siderodromophiles, wondering if they had the power to move women's hearts as well.
It wasn't for nothing that my grandmother, against all odds, nationalized all the railroads in the German Reich.
Frankly, I wondered at the time if it was the last days of the Hohenzollern family because of the railroad cartel, the junkers, the imperial monarchs, and the entrepreneurs, but the imperials were crushed by the army, and the army could only quell the discontent with a massive purge.
The entrepreneurs can be ignored.
They shouldn't have their mouths on the coffers of the Junker and the Emperor.
If they do, it's your duty as an Imperial German politician to tear them off.
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The Hohenzollern family's private train, with its opulence and luxury not even George of Great Britain could match.
Of course, Bismarck and I are not the only ones on board.
"Wilhelm. Wilhelm. Wilhelm. Wilhelm. Wilhelm. Wilhelm."
"Shut up, for God's sake, how loud you think you're going to be! You've been hanging around me since we got on the train, why are you so talkative?"
Princess of the obsessive-compulsive dual kingdom of Baden-Wuerttemberg.
Louise, an older virgin, has been clinging to my side ever since.
She looks at me and gives me an enchanting smile....
She's pretty as hell.
"Until you do me a favor, hehehe."
"Damn, you're driving me crazy, Bismarck."
"Yes. Emperor."
"You know, the dual kingdom of Baden-Wuerttemberg... Can't we just push it away?"
Even on the train, Bismarck was dealing with mountains of paperwork.
As soon as she heard my words, she took off her glasses for a moment and left them on her desk.
Then she looked directly at me with a very pinched expression and said.
"Don't give me shit. The military is drowning in bureaucracy in the process of consolidating its finances, even if it's for junkers."
"....."
"To annex a single empire under these circumstances? That will be the day our empire collapses, and besides, if you want to eat one empire, all the others will rebel against you... Are you sure you can handle all that?"
"No."
At my gloomy words, Bertha Benz, who had taken the seat next to me, said in a low voice.
"I've seen it the last few days, the Kaiser is a walking punching bag."
For the record, she had left her husband and followed me.
If you ask me why....
Uh, I don't know.
"No.... It's not that bad..."
"No, I'm right, and I've been right since my father died, and I've been right since I started the family business."
...You don't have to be that right.
***
Frustrated with the three women, I turned my head away and picked up the yellow-pressed newspaper my maid had brought me and opened it.
I hate to look like this, but it's nice not to see all the pretty, charming women who keep catching my eye.
Hehe....
'Let's see. In the paper.... Murder?'
[A gruesome murder in the Whitechapel district has terrorized London, the capital of the British Empire. On August 7, Martha Tabrum was murdered in a stairwell in George Yard].
"A murder in the British Empire, a country that brags about how safe it is.... tweet. The Gestapo. We had the Gestapo, and the murder rate had plummeted."
"We went beyond unleashing secret police into every alley and machine gunning the mafia, and they were all dead before they had a chance to commit a murder?"
"....."
I fell silent at Bismarck's words.
[According to the London police, the beautiful prostitute, who was well known in Whitechapel, had been stabbed up to 39 times, and his face was disfigured as if he had been cannibalized. One of the striking features of the decapitation is that the wounds were inflicted by an assailant believed to be right-handed].
"It was his right arm...."
I looked at my right arm, which was pristine.
Unlike the unsightly left arm, the right arm is beautiful.
[The neck, lungs, heart, liver, spleen, stomach, and abdomen also appear to have been slashed with bloody blades. In addition, more stab wounds were said to have been savagely carved into his chest and genitals....]
"Ouch. Stupid...."
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