Disturbance.

Jack was stunned, he never found out anything about Reginald Wentworth's Art after searching for the information everywhere, there wasn't one mention of his attraction to art.

Jack wiped the stain off his face and said "Wow, that is nice, excuse me but is he popular?" Jack asked the waiter that looked at him dumbfoundedly after he spat out the tea. jj

The waiter came to her mind and put her hand on her chin, she thought about it "Well, I don't reckon so, you see, his art is mighty different and one of a kind, so not many folks take pleasure in gazing at it. It's also quite novel, as he's only taken up the art a few months back, I reckon, so not many people are acquainted with it."

Jack smiled and said, "I see, thank you." He tipped the waiter and left the store.

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Jack walked in the streets of victorian london while thinking about a clue he got, As a veteran detective Jack didn't jump to conclusions as he decided to wait and see what would happen, he would see if Reginald Wentworth was a true suspect or not. Before that, he had to be very careful with his moves in London because one mistake was enough for him to be suspected of murders that would happen in the future.

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2 Months Later.

It was July, hot summer July, in this time most of England would take advantage of warm weather and create family gatherings or sports tournaments but Jack... he was different.

Jack was sitting in the bushes having binoculars on his eyes, he was looking at the house that was very lavishly designed, it was more American style of house with a garage and outdoor pool, this was the first time Jack has seen this kind of Modern house since he came to this world.

Jack flipped the paper of his and wrote something in his notebook. he then sighed and sat down facing his back to a tree. he started to play with some rocks, Jack was investigating this case for more than 3 months, but there wasn't even a little bit of evidence any of these people were the killers, he was getting tired.

"I have been watching this man for the last 3 weeks, after checking all of the other suspects there wasn't anything that would tell me that they are the killers, there isn't anyone that had contact with the victims as well... just what am i missing, am i dealing with a psychopath murderer that just randomly decided to kill this people?" Jack was starting to doubt himself, after constantly racking his head to find out who was connected to who.

This was even more tiring when you went from advanced searching gadgets to ancient almost extinct ways to find out the clues, Jack was getting frustrated at himself.

BANG!

"Fuck man, these mosquitos, are so annoying." Jack banged his back, he was constantly harassed by these mosquitos everywhere he went, it was like they thirsted for his blood.

"HEY HONEY, I AM GOING TO THE GARAGE!!" Suddenly Reginald Wentworth came out of the front door, he was a young looking man in his 30tis, he had brown hair and brown eyes, wearing traditional summer English outfit he was holding a box made of white wood that had blood stains on it.

Jack immediately got up from his rest and decided to follow Reginald to the garage, he knew this was not some kind of human part because no sane criminal would just randomly take it outside not to say Jack The Ripper, one of the most infamous criminals, but he knew this would lead him to the clues.

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The backside of the house.

The garage door was opened as Reginald went inside, he closed the door very carefully after looking around to see if someone was there, after confirming there wasn't anyone he sighed with relief and closed the door.

Jack very masterfully went inside of the big door of the garage, his skills were shown in this moment as he slipped past Reginald without him noticing.

Inside there was a big room filled with raw meat that was just hanging from the ceiling. this room was made from some kind of cement-looking bricks and cork for the most part. and it smelled terrible. there were also barrels here filled with ice, there was an enormous amount of ice stored in this place.

There were also many different cans close to the table that was in the center of the room, this room was used to can different types of meat.

Countless flies and different insects were gathering around it as they scrambled to take a bite of a newly butchered flash.

Jack was inside the room hiding among the barrels, he was using a special technique from his job in the future to warm himself up, he was trained to survive in cold temperatures this already almost melted ice was nothing to him. Jack was looking at Reginald who wore a bloodied apron from the barrel.

Reginald held cleaver enormous butcher knife as he was cutting pieces of small meat from the big chunk of cow meat he had on the table. this meat was at least 30 kilograms, he was masterfully chopping the fat out of the meat as he stored it in the can. This wasn't big of a deal but the Main thing Jack was concentrated on here was.

"Heheheehe... Hihihihihihih... Hihihihihihih" Extremely creepy face Reginald was making when he was cutting the meat, like someone that was feeling extremely good he was laughing and smiling with his face alone.

He looked like a psychopathic person enjoying cutting meat.

This was a big clue for Jack.

He with a very cold face got out of the barrel and went closer to the exit. Reginald didn't even notice his presence, he was in some kind of psychopath trance.

Jack left the Garage without even looking back, and Reginald didn't even notice his presence. Jack was sure of the Identity of Jack The Ripper now, he just needed to wait.

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3 Hours Later.

Reginald was still cutting that small meat, he suddenly Jumped his head up and...

"GAAAHH... HHHHH... HHHHH" He started to breathe hard, he with a very shaken hand went towards a drawer and took out a few pills.

Reginald took the water and drank the pills.

Then sat down on the chair while looking up.

He looked down at his fingers and said "Damnit..."

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Jack was in his house when he discovered...

End Of Chapter.