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開膛手傑克-故事設定
午夜迷霧
1.來自深淵的對手
第二個了。
Warren的眉頭微微蹙起，望著眼前這具死狀凄厲的女屍。
死者是一個妓女，瑪莉•安•尼古拉斯（Mary Ann Nichols），43歲。她被發現在白教堂附近的囤貨區（Bucks Row）內。死者腹部被掀開，腸子被拖了出來，下體也遭到重創。
由於死者的死狀太為凄慘，不少趕去案發現場的蘇格蘭場警察都吐了。
Warren沒有嘔吐。他只是皺眉檢查著這具屍體。這與8月7日白教堂東區的死者瑪莎•塔布連（Martha Tabram）實在太像了。地點都在白教堂附近，而死者都是妓女。這極有可能是連環殺手的作為。無論如何，如果真是連環殺手的話，那麼這一定僅僅是個開始罷了。
Warren向當局提出了自己的想法，但是當局並沒有對外宣布“連環殺手”的設想——害怕造成社會上不必要的恐慌，而倒是媒體，給這兩件案件冠上了“白教堂連續凶殺案” （the Whitechapel murders）之名。當局在輿論壓力下，投入更多的便衣警察巡邏，如此使得人們相信，這樣的案件不會再度重演。
Warren卻並不這樣認為。該來的總會來的，他幾乎可以肯定這個連環殺手，一定是他有生以來遇到最強勁的敵手。
Warren生於一個中產階級之家，如今是蘇格蘭場的中流砥柱。他性格堅忍，冷靜而極具頭腦。他破過數起看似無法偵破的案件——都只是從一些蛛絲馬跡中得到靈感。而他的功勞卻始終被上司Rachel奪走，他始終是個默默無聞的警察而已。Warren並不是不在意名利上的收獲，只是他更沉迷於破案的快感之中——是的，快感，Warren總是能從各種難解的謎案中得到特別的快感。而看到這兩起凶案的時候，Warren血脈賁張，身體微微顫栗。Rachel以為他害怕了，但是並不。Warren只是感覺無比興奮而已。
當安妮•查普曼（Annie Chapman）的屍體被人在漢伯寧街（Hanbury Street）29號的後院發現的時候，Warren證實了自己的猜測。這是一起精彩的犯罪，凶手第一次在住宅附近犯案，而且距離上次作案時間僅8天之隔，手法越來越純熟也越來越殘忍。
9月27日，新聞社收到了署名為“開膛手傑克”的來信。從此，這個凶殘的連環殺手，有了自己的“藝名”。
開膛手傑克麼。Warren笑笑。膽敢挑釁警方，還真是瘋狂呀。
當局壓力極大，各種猜測紛紛被提出。有人總結，傑克應該是個屠夫，也有人說他是醫生，甚至有人懷疑到皇室頭上。
Warren看了所有關於傑克的報道。他只是笑。不不，傑克不是屠夫，他有一定的文化。傑克不是醫生，他有藝術家的氣息。傑克更不可能是皇室——他有著果決，堅忍以及殘忍的素質，絕非那些嬌生慣養的皇室所能具備。
傑克的犯案堪稱藝術——是的，黑暗的，完美的藝術。沒有人看到的漆黑夜裡，倫敦的濃霧掩蓋之下，他悄然地出現，留下一片殘忍的，令人不寒而栗的犯罪現場。
藝術，藝術家。
Warren忽然有了靈感。是的藝術家！看看那些死者的關聯吧！都是妓女！沒錯，藝術家——畫家，他們有機會接觸下層的站街女，因為有時候他們需要尋覓妓女來畫人體寫生。而且他們具備精良的人體解剖知識。
這個念頭讓Warren亢奮不已。他並沒有告訴任何人，他知道如果他現在開口了，那麼功勞會像以往那樣被別人搶去。
他要親手抓住他，沒錯，這個犯罪者，這個開膛手，這個他有史以來最強大的勁敵！哪怕運用極端的手段，他也要抓住他！
Warren整夜整夜地看著所有相關資料，反復地回味著凶案現場，一個念頭忽然在他腦海中產生了……
2.優雅的犯人
他看到伊麗莎白•史泰德（Elizabeth Stride）的被害消息時，微微地笑了。
哦，這不是他做的。他是一位藝術家，而對方只是一個可笑的模仿者。對方這樣做究竟是為什麼呢？Jack輕輕敲著自己的太陽穴，或許是效仿，或許是挑釁，或許是栽贓，又或許……只是要他迫不及待地走出來。
是的，伊麗莎白不是他殺的，因為當時，他正在處理凱薩琳•艾道斯（Catherine Eddowes）小姐。
對方的確是一個令人敬佩的對手。在他Jack打算動手的同天晚上，居然也行動了。Jack笑了起來。或許對方已經對他的身份有所察覺，或許這是一個暗號。
只是這不夠優雅，也不夠完美。Jack輕撫著他為妻子畫的畫像。這樣的一切不是親愛的Bella想要看到的。他深深地知道。哦Bella，他可愛的，但又不幸的妻子。她最終看不到了，但他所做的一切都是為了她。
那個效仿者又冠著Jack的名義，給新聞社寫了明信片。浮誇而又虛無的文字，並把凱薩琳的死也囊括其中。Jack這次收起了微笑。
人們把他的儀式當做一場邪惡的犯罪，他可以原諒他們。而那個效仿者滑稽的模仿，卻讓Jack感到微微地憤怒。他的儀式被人玷污了。而且是以一種滑稽的，誇張的手法被玷污了。他生為藝術家的靈魂非常憎惡“剽竊”這種行為，而很明顯那個效仿者正在這麼做。
Jack決定除掉那個惡心的效仿者。而這一回，保安委員會會長收到了又一封來信。仍然是效仿者寫的。 “來自地獄”，是這封信的標題，而信中有幾個單詞故意被拼錯了。他有自信這封信會被刊登出來，真正的Jack會看到，而Jack也確實看到了。
而且他看明白了。對方在告訴他，我將在接下來接著作案。能不能來阻止我，就看你出不出現了。
對方讓他從暗中跳出來呢。
真有意思，可惜你就要死了。Jack合上泰晤士報，喝了一口香草茶。
3. 犯罪者與效仿者
他的本名當然不叫Jack，只是我們現在這樣來稱呼他。
他本是一個普通的藝術家，並擁有一個非常幸福的家庭。Bella，他摯愛的妻子，曾經他們非常幸福地生活在一起。如果說繪畫是他人生中第一重要的事，那麼Bella就是勝過任何一切的他世間的摯愛。
Bella身體孱弱，卻非常想為他生下屬於他倆的孩子。Jack最終拗不過她的堅持，可最後也正因為這份堅持，Jack永遠失去了她。
失去Bella的Jack幾乎陷入絕望的深淵。他開始策劃並最終動手，他殺死日常接觸中認識的妓女們，然後取走她們的子宮—Bella最終因為子宮出血而死，他於是把這些新鮮的健康的子宮取下來祭奠她。
或許，Bella會重新回來。Jack天真地相信著。
Jack扶了扶他的面具，腦海中忽然浮現出了關於Bella的一切。在這樣黑暗的房間裡，果然看不清楚呢。
撲鼻的是血腥味，床上躺著的是已經死去的妓女瑪莉•珍•凱莉（Mary Jane Kelly）。他到的時候人已經死了。黑暗之中一時之間並看不清楚。很明顯，這是效仿者做的。他要栽贓給他，又或者說，他只是想找到他。
“出來。”Jack很簡短地這樣說道。他知道那個人一定還在這裡。如果不是為了與他見面，又何必大費周章？
黑暗之中忽然傳來一聲短促地笑聲。Jack透過面具，在已經漸漸適應的黑暗之中，看到了他的效仿者。
那個人穿著與他類似的裝扮——或許是從坊間的謠傳中聽來了他的著裝描述。真夠費心的，也難為他了。Jack這樣想著，只等著那人開口說話。他一定會開口，因為他做這一切都是為了見他。
“你很厲害，居然知道是這裡。”效仿者的聲音帶著戲謔，“不愧是我最強勁的對手。”
“我並不認為你配做我的對手。不過既然你煞費苦心下了這樣隆重的戰書，不認真去揣測一下，看來是不行的。”Jack冷笑一聲。
“我沒有猜錯的話，你是一位畫家。你或許早就與這些妓女有過接觸，你受過高等教育，你精通解剖知識，你認為自己的犯罪，是一場又一場華麗的行為藝術。”效仿者這樣說道。
“對，又不全對。”Jack從懷中取出了一把刀，放在手中把玩，“這不是行為藝術，這是獻給Bella的儀式！”
黑暗之中，Jack出手了。他那樣迅速地，悄無聲息地向效仿者撲了上去。兩人扭在了一起。
這場爭鬥是無聲無息的。他們沒有發出聲音，只是使用各自的武器奮力的搏殺。
而這場激烈的爭鬥又很快結束了。Jack被效仿者傷到腹部，倒地不起，沒了聲息。
效仿者急促地喘著氣——在剛才的搏鬥之中，他也受到了創傷。沒想到一個畫家居然有這樣驚人的格鬥能力。朦朧的月光之下，效仿者長舒一口氣，慢慢取下了面具。
是Warren，蘇格蘭場的中流砥柱，不，這個時候或許叫他另一個犯罪者比較合適。他的臉龐年輕卻又剛毅，他的嘴角露出不易察覺的笑容。
“Jack，你最終被我親手逮捕了。不過你放心，我會好好埋藏你的屍體，不會讓你死後身敗名裂。”Warren的臉龐有些扭曲。他整個人散發著淡淡的血腥味。
他緩緩地走向Jack，接著蹲了下來，靠近Jack的臉：“想知道為什麼嗎？因為我會繼續將你的藝術持續下去。我會代替你將開膛手傑克的名號流傳在犯罪歷史上，我會代替你成為傳奇！”
4. 致摯愛的Bella
午夜倫敦的迷霧之中，一個男人正吃力地扛著另一個男人前進。
後半夜的霧分外地大，天上的月亮已經是看不見的了。
整座城市的市民都已入眠，這樣的午夜街頭根本不會有人出現。因為這迷霧，也更是因為最近可怕的連環殺人凶手——開膛手Jack。
只是Jack再也不會出現了。Bella，對不對？
Jack抬頭望著天空，企圖望破那層層的迷霧，重新看到星空。
他扛著一個昏迷的男人，這個男人是他的瘋狂效仿者。
在數分鐘之前，Jack在效仿者安排的戰場之中，與其進行了生死搏鬥，他被刺中腹部，假裝昏死，倒了下去。
而當效仿者靠近他的時候，他忽然出手，用針管扎中了效仿者的手臂。
針管裡是他隨身攜帶的麻醉劑。他在之前的作案中曾經使用過——這會讓人昏厥，無法發出聲音。而正是這隨身攜帶的麻醉劑，在關鍵的時候拯救了他。
他將要扛著這個昏迷的男人到一個隱蔽之處，然後處死他，再埋葬他，神不知鬼不覺地。這個效仿者將永遠消失，而Jack，也會淡出這個歷史舞台。
他忽然想明白了。Bella已經死去了。無論他殺多少人，拿走多少新鮮的子宮來舉行他祭奠的儀式，Bella也不會活過來。
Jack忽然傷感起來。並不是為了他所犯的案件，也並不是為了那些被他無辜殺害的死者。他只是忽然意識到Bella的死去。
沒有人能懂他對Bella忠實的愛。哪怕是這個聲稱看懂了他的犯罪藝術的效仿者。
他是孤高的，是寂寞的，是不被人所理解的。
Jack一時之間無比的寂寞。他什麼都沒有說，只是扛著昏迷的效仿者，漸漸隱沒在倫敦午夜的迷霧之中。
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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