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Blade of the Ripper

She wasn't interested in telling Sherlock about the murderer. For example, "The murderer you are looking for is a man in red." She wanted to observe Sherlock solving the case, not give him any spoilers. That was all she knew, as the author had only written up to that point.

"The warehouse is empty and damp. There is a stench coming from an unknown corner, as if it has never seen the light of day.

Sherlock walked forward. There was a puddle of water under his feet. Not far away, there was a person lying on the ground. From afar, he could see her open stomach and a long trail of blood.

Sherlock looked back. He wanted to remind the skinny girl not to destroy the scene, but he found that she did not come in. She was just staring at the victim with a pair of big eyes.

Then, her gaze moved to him. Sherlock saw that she was about to open her mouth to scream. He instantly understood what was behind him. He dodged nimbly, but there was a man in a red shirt behind him. This time, he could not avoid it. He took half a step back. Just as the knife was about to pierce his chest, someone suddenly rushed over and knocked the man away.

Sherlock took a closer look. It was Watson. He had arrived.

Libella, who was not far away, was staring at the man in the red shirt.

His knife, there is a wailing spirit on his knife. "

The ending was clear at a glance.

She came over before she could finish writing the riddle. Of course, Libella had no idea who the man in red was, but it was enough for her to know. She just needed to be wary of the man in red when the time came.

Whitechapel Orphanage was still sleeping soundly in the morning. Libella sat at the door and looked at the quaint little building. Her heart was filled with emotions. After knowing that this was East London, she realized how rare it was to have peace in this place.

Who was Davis to be able to protect a group of naughty children in such a run-down place?

Libella took off her windbreaker and turned to look at Davis. He stood at the door and smiled gently at her. Then, he waved his hand as if urging her to go home safely.

She turned her head away.

Davis would make her feel a sense of belonging to this place.

Libella had the letter and the ticket money in her chest. They were all given to her by Davis.

Following her memory, Libella walked through East London. She headed to the subway station.

After all, she had experienced those terrible scenes in the old wooden house. She did not think that she would be frightened by the current situation. At most, she would feel a little uncomfortable.

Besides, the sun had risen.

Li Bella looked in the direction of the sunrise. In fact, it was difficult to distinguish the sunrise from the sunset just by looking at this scene. Although the two looked similar, one represented the return of light to the world, while the other represented the descent of night.

— — Sigh, it's not the time to be sentimental about life.

Libella stood in front of the subway station and paused for a moment. Finally, she entered the subway station and bought the ticket obediently. It was still so early. She was probably the only one waiting for the train.

Eh?

No, there was someone else over there.

Libella looked to her right. There was another woman waiting for the train. She was wearing a red knitted sweater. Her brown hair was draped over her back. She looked extremely tired.

Oh, this person looked a little familiar.

Libella walked in the direction of the person. Her footsteps were clear. The person turned her head slightly. When she saw that it was Libella, her expression changed.

Libella thought for a moment. Hmm, she seemed to be … John Watson's girlfriend. The teacher named Nina Hathaway.

She was wearing a red shirt.

Libella felt that she was a little crazy. She wanted to pretend that she did not know her and turn around to leave. However, she was stopped by her.

"Hi, how are you?"

Her voice was a little anxious.

Li Bella stopped in her tracks and pondered. She was right. East London was a dangerous place, and she appeared here so early in the morning. She also looked exhausted. She probably didn't catch the train last night and stayed here all night.

It was normal to see someone she knew in such a situation.

Libella turned around. Nina Hathaway was happy. She dragged her tired feet and ran to Libella's side. Without saying anything, she hugged her.

"I'm sorry. Please let me hug you for a while … I'm sorry …" Her voice was choked. She seemed to be frightened and kept apologizing. "I'm sorry …"

Looking at her, she probably really spent the night here.

Libella reached out and patted her back gently. She comforted her a little awkwardly. "Hmm … Well, the train is here."

After Libella finished speaking, there was the sound of the train arriving. Hathaway was stunned. She let go of her and rubbed the corner of her eyes. She sobbed softly. "I'm really sorry."

"It's okay … Hmm, why are you here?"

Libella asked her. Her voice was torn apart by the whistling of the train, but Hathaway still heard it.

"I … I was kidnapped on the way home …" She said tiredly. "Fortunately, someone saved me.

After I was rescued, I was left here. I didn't have anything on me. I didn't dare to leave … The person who saved me was also gone. There was no train at that time, so I spent the night here … "

"Go to the police station to file a record." Libella comforted her dryly. "It's okay."

"Okay." Hathaway smiled gently at her. "Thank you."

The train stopped and the two of them went in.

Hathaway sat next to her. Neither of them spoke. Only the sound of the train staff announcing the station could be heard in the quiet train. After a long time, Hathaway suddenly asked, "Where are you going?

Hmm … Libella? "

Libella didn't expect her to still remember her name. She looked up at her in surprise and found that there was no fear in her eyes. She seemed to have recovered and was looking at her carefully.

"I'm going …" Libella lowered her head and said in a muffled voice, "It's not something good. You don't have to worry about me."

Hathaway seemed to understand. She heard that there was a group of disobedient children under Davis who often did things like stealing and looting. It seemed that it was her.

However …

"Libella, have you read a book?" She suddenly brought up this topic.

Libella looked up at her. Hathaway stared at her quietly. Her eyes were deep, as if she wanted to sink in.

"What book?" Libella unconsciously answered.

Hathaway reached out her hand and gently slid it down her cheek. Libella's body was bony. Only her face had a little meat, so she didn't look too strange. Although her big eyes made her facial features look strange.

Hathaway smiled and didn't answer. She only said, "It seems that you haven't read it … It's okay. The next time I see you, I'll show it to you. If there's anything you don't understand, you can ask me."

Could it be "Introduction to the Violin" or "Piano Fingering Preliminary Practice" or something like that?

Libella nodded and didn't say anything. She remembered that Davis mentioned that Hathaway was a music teacher. Could it be that she found out that her root was good and wanted her to learn music from her?

Libella looked at her scarily thin fingers and silently dispelled this idea.

Hathaway got off the car first. Before she left, she gently touched her cheek and thanked her before leaving. At this time, the number of people in the car slowly increased. Many people were rushing to work during the morning rush hour.

At the most crowded stop, Libella squeezed through the crowd and got off the car.

This was the center of London, Baker Street, Sherlock Holmes.

Libella gently pressed the position of the letter on her chest.

And his letter.

Sherlock hadn't slept for a day and a night. He didn't care about how his body felt. He only knew that his mind was still in the active stage.

He hated this body when he was thinking. It limited his thinking speed and even forced him to stop and rest.

Sherlock used to rely on drugs to stimulate his body and keep it stimulated so that he could continue to think. After he shared a room with Watson, his roommate banned him from using drugs. Now that Watson wasn't around, he had this thought again.

But he and Jack the Ripper agreed not to go out. What should he do?

Sherlock was a little gloomy.

He went to the window and looked out into Baker Street, and saw, in the early morning light, a man in a long trench coat and a deerstalker's hat standing in the doorway of 221b, hesitating whether to knock or not.

Who is he …

From this angle, he couldn't even tell the person's gender.

Sherlock changed the window and looked downstairs again. Only then did he see a small tuft of blonde hair and a small chin slip out from under the deerstalker hat. It looked like a woman.

Hmm, not tall. A child?

Girl, blonde hair, not bad looking.

Libella?

Did she come over so early in the morning to deliver a letter to him?

Sherlock sat silently in front of the window and looked down at the girl.

At this time, Mrs. Hudson shouldn't have woken up yet. Is she going to knock or wait?

The morning light fell on her head. Her occasional movements allowed him to see her pale skin. The body under the windbreaker looked very thin and small. But she hesitated for a long time and didn't dare to knock. What was she thinking?

Sherlock knew that the children idolized him.

But Libella's idolization was different from the children's idolization. If she really idolized him, she wouldn't have the courage to come to Baker Street to look for him. But since she came, she didn't dare to enter.

Sherlock watched her walk around like a headless fly. She reached out her hand several times to knock on the door, but she withdrew it every time. After a long time, her strange actions attracted the attention of passersby, and she seemed even more uneasy.

Suddenly, she seemed to notice something and slowly raised her head.

Sherlock thought that he should quickly close the curtains.

But he didn't.

So he saw a strange-looking woman. Her blonde hair was dazzling under the sun. Her blue eyes were too big and looked a little strange on her face. But when he looked closely, he could understand why Mrs. Hudson said she was good-looking.

Hmm … She seemed to panic when she realized that she was being stared at. But she didn't look away and just looked at him. This time, she didn't hesitate and excitedly knocked on the door.

Yes, she knocked on the door.

This action was a little stupid.

Sherlock finally put down the curtains. He was sure that the girl called Libella knew him. Or rather, she didn't just know him. She looked as if she had finally seen a good friend of many years.