Davis's intuition was correct. Libella broke free from his hand and walked a few steps towards the "half-human, half-ghost thing". She stepped over a small puddle of water on the ground. When she stepped over the puddle of water, the water suddenly trembled. Libella felt something and looked down, only to see that the water had changed into a few words.

[In a place unknown to Sherlock and Libella, someone is quietly approaching.

… The Ripper is here.]

The voice of the narrator was heard.

Libella immediately felt a chill down her spine. She was on high alert as she looked around. Unfortunately, it was all dark and she couldn't see anything.

She didn't notice Davis's anxious shout and expression at the entrance of the warehouse. Sherlock's thoughtful look didn't help her calm down either.

Her heart was beating like a drum.

* Bang bang, bang bang, bang bang — *

At this time, the narrator spoke again.

[The Ripper didn't take out her beloved knife. She only moved stealthily in the dark, watching the detective slowly walking towards the woman …]

Libella looked at the "half-human, half-ghost thing," which was the victim.

Sherlock's indifferent face finally calmed her down for a moment.

"Is, is she dead …?" Libella asked in a trembling voice.

"It's now a quarter past eight on September 19th." Sherlock glanced at her. "She's not dead."

Libella breathed a sigh of relief.

The victim seemed to have heard the sound. She whimpered and wanted to get up.

"Mm … mm …"

A tearing moan sounded, and it was particularly obvious in the silent warehouse. Libella forced herself not to pay attention to the horrifying appearance of the victim's limbs. She also didn't want to see if the collapsed abdomen and the dark parts were bloodstains.

"Are you okay?"

Libella glanced at Sherlock. The latter didn't stop her. Libella quickly went forward to check the victim's condition.

"Save, save me … save me …" The victim tried to get closer to Libella, but the way she rubbed on the ground only made her look like a disgusting maggot. Not only that, the liquid flowing out of her eyes seemed to be blood.

"It's okay, it's okay. You're saved."

Libella calmly said. Davis had already turned around to call for an ambulance. Yes, he was not used to using modern electronic devices like mobile phones. Of course, he had to run to a place where there were people. In order to calm the victim down, Libella tried to use her hand to touch her face. She bitterly smiled and found that she was as thin as the victim.

In fact, she wasn't afraid of such a gory scene. Her fear came from the voice over, constantly telling her that the Ripper was approaching and that she had to be wary of her surroundings.

Suddenly, a mobile phone rang in the quiet warehouse.

Libella didn't have a phone, and Ripper, who was hiding in the dark, wouldn't make such a stupid mistake. Therefore, the notification came from Sherlock.

Libella glanced at him quickly.

Sherlock's pale face looked cold and emotionless under the fluorescent light.

[I'm here. Where are you?

— — JW]

Sherlock smiled. They had finally arrived.

"It's a message from John," Sherlock seemed to be explaining to her. Then, he remembered that Libella might not know John Watson, so he said, "It's my assistant, Dr. John Watson. I sent him a message earlier to bring Suni here. He should be here by now."

Libella was full of questions, but she didn't know where to start.

"Suni is …" Sherlock explained, "The most important person in this case."

Huh?

Libella looked at him in surprise. She wanted to ask more, but she was interrupted by a low and hoarse voice.

"You broke your promise, Sherlock Holmes."

This sentence came from the darkness.

[Libella seemed to have heard that the wild wolf was hiding in the dark, staring at its prey with bright eyes, ready to jump out and eat her at any time.

If I'm not mistaken, the "wild wolf" should also have him on its menu, Sherlock Holmes.]

Sherlock seemed to know that someone was hiding in the dark, so he didn't care about it at all. Instead, he asked Libella, "I'll ask you one last time, is Davis the murderer?"

"Huh?" Libella couldn't keep up with his thoughts.

"He just left here. If he wanted to come back and disguise himself as this voice, it's not too late." Sherlock lowered his head and looked at the girl next to the victim. Her pale face looked even more strange, "And he's also wearing red clothes. Suni also came from his orphanage."

"Impossible." Libella said loudly, "Davis can't be the murderer."

Sherlock slightly raised the corner of his mouth, but it was unclear what he meant.

Then, he withdrew his gaze from Libella and began to observe his surroundings.

"But many people will think that Davis is the murderer," he said calmly, "If the people from Scotland Yard have already found this place, then I'm afraid that the people from Scotland Yard have already collected material evidence that Davis is the murderer."

"Davis can't be the murderer." Libella pursed her lips, "Anyone can kill someone, but Davis can't, absolutely not."

She firmly believed that if Davis was the murderer, how could she believe in the kindness of the world?

"Don't be nervous, child," he said. Then he looked in one direction in the darkness and said, "The murderer is not Davis."

Then the victim, who was curled up in Libella's arms, suddenly shouted excitedly, "He's here!

He's here! "

Libella frowned, but then she heard Sherlock say, "Come out."

"Come out," he laughed. "Who else would smell of cello rosin?"

"Nina Hathaway."

020

Blade of the Ripper.

The moonlight shone down softly, just like Beethoven's music, gently mixing with the faint scent of pine in the air. It was as if a symphony had entered its climax, and the performers were the screams of the victims like maggots and worms, as well as the hoarse sound of tearing.

A woman in a red sweater finally appeared.

Under the moonlight, she wore a red dress, had long brown hair, deep facial features, and carried a cello case on her back.

"You still broke your promise."

Her voice was still hoarse. Then, she seemed to have thought of something. She frowned and lifted the long hair covering her ears. Then, she pulled out a convenient voice changer from her ears. Her thick long hair covered her voice, but it was useless now.

She smiled and then said, "Maybe … Davis has been caught."

Libella immediately frowned.

"What about Suni?" Sherlock asked her something else.

"Suni is fine. She's very safe with me," Hathaway's gentle smile remained unchanged, "I'll raise her up and support her studies. When she can work, I'll let her leave. I'll be the person she respects and loves the most."

What did this have to do with Suni …

But compared to that, Libella cared more about Davis's current situation.

"Davis …" she murmured, "I'll go find him."

"Really?" Hathaway suddenly said, then looked at Libella, "You really … don't understand?"

Libella looked at her and found that her eyes were full of doubts and puzzlement, as if she wanted to say something important, but couldn't.

Libella naturally couldn't understand what that look meant. Hathaway seemed to have given up on continuing to negotiate with her. She took out her phone from her pocket and looked at it. She muttered, "There's more than enough time." Then she asked Sherlock calmly, "How do you know that the murderer is me?"

"Your letters, you and John, you and Suni, and Davis and Suni." Sherlock said casually, "Where do you want to start?

Huh? "

"Actually, you just want to stall for time." Hathaway chuckled, "Although I'm curious, I'm not that curious. Now I have to take you 'away.'"

Sherlock said calmly, "First of all, your cello box can only fit one person."

In other words, there were two people here, Sherlock Holmes and Libella.

Hathaway didn't take Libella seriously. She waved her hand and said, "No, I only want to deal with you."

"Secondly, why are you so confident that you can control me?" Sherlock said, "You can subdue an adult male?"

"I can subdue so many people. You're just one more, Mr. Detective." She put down the cello box on her back and took out some tools.

Libella didn't even know what those tools were. She calmly took them out and then walked towards Sherlock. She said in a regretful tone, "I really admire you, Mr. Detective. But you deserve my admiration, don't you?

After all, you can know my plan and who I am in just a few days. "

She shrugged. "I really don't have the heart to kill you."

She walked closer to Sherlock. "Unfortunately, the only thing you didn't expect was that I don't intend to leave unscathed. I don't intend to continue to let the Ripper become a legend.

Davis will bear everything for me, and I … how do you put it … I'll retire in a golden basin? "

"In the future, I'll live happily with your best friend, John Watson. After you die, I'll comfort him. Don't worry," Hathaway said gently. "And Suni, and the other children in Whitechapel, I'll support them. I'll take good care of everyone."

The more she explained, the more loopholes there were.

"So, your target is only Suni's parents and Davis?" Sherlock was very calm.

Hathaway's face became more and more terrifying under the moonlight. The thing in her hand shook, and a blade fell out of a black stick. It glowed faintly under the moonlight. The victim in Libella's arms screamed louder and louder, circling in the warehouse.