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Blade of the Ripper.

— — My only interaction with the world is you.

These words were stuck in her throat for a long time, but she didn't say them out loud. Hathaway was already used to silence.

When her face darkened and her attention was once again focused on the dark and cold warehouse in front of her, only Sherlock's words lingered in her ears for a long time.

"Suni's parents were dismembered, Suni came to Whitechapel inexplicably, and Suni was taken away by her music teacher."

Sherlock said calmly, "Actually, these are three questions, but I'm afraid you know the answers to all three questions."

Hathaway did not answer. After a long time, she laughed softly, "Why? Did you bring a recording device? Are you trying to trick me?

Mr. Sherlock Holmes. "

"Then I'll be the one who broke my promise."

Sherlock was still calm. "Since I know who you are, it means that I have sufficient evidence.

After all, I accepted your challenge letter, which means that I accepted the challenge — even if it's an unreasonable challenge. "

"Good, good, good." Hathaway clapped lazily, casually and perfunctorily. Then she said, "I believe you are a gentleman."

"Of course," she confirmed the time again, paused, and said, "It's also to let you know the reason for your death."

Sherlock didn't like listening to stories. When such things were recorded, there would naturally be people from the police who would give her psychological counseling.

But he glanced at the darkness behind him. That person did not seem to intend to come out, and Libella seemed to be very curious.

"Then tell me." Although he was very reluctant, he still said this sentence.

Hathaway did not mind the unwillingness in his tone. She looked at the victim in Libella's arms, pointed the blade in her hand at her, and said, "Start with this woman. You want to save people and catch the murderer —"

"No, sorry, I just want to solve the puzzle."

Sherlock said indifferently, "Don't confuse me with those righteous people. It's purely personal interest."

Hathaway glanced at him and did not say anything. She only said, "Up to you.

When you wanted to catch me and save this woman, did you consider what kind of person this woman was? "

Sherlock interrupted again, "I guess her character is not good, and she has no love for her child."

Libella could not help but say, "Mr. Sherlock Holmes, please be quiet. Thank you."

"Oh, I should say that you are indeed a great detective." Hathaway smiled gently again and said, "Yes, you are right. This woman is indeed not good character, and she wants to abuse her daughter.

Not only is this woman a prostitute, but she's also addicted to methamphetamine. She's also fooling around in East London's underground gambling den using despicable methods. She's a b * tch. She's burdened with gambling debts. Guess what she's going to use to repay them? "

Hathaway gently touched the area around her eyes and said softly, "The canthus and internal organs of the little girl who can't remember. She wants to personally hand her daughter to the executioners and let them cut open the little girl's stomach and take out the little girl's organs."

"I look down on this woman." Hathaway sighed, "Because she said that after her daughter is cut open and dead, she will throw her to the dogs on the side of the road. If she is still alive, she will throw her to the door of Whitechapel Orphanage."

"Davis is a good person, but kindness can't save the devil."

Hathaway looked at the victim more and more gently, but the sobbing of the victim in Libella's arms became louder and louder.

Hathaway had no reason to lie. Libella knew the background of the woman in her arms and felt a chill.

"And kindness also condones the devil's cannibalism, because there are always good people to clean up the mess for them." Hathaway's face turned cold, "So I hope that Davis will die with these devils."

"East London is indeed a dark area that no one has jurisdiction over," Libella said, "But what qualifications do you have to judge these people?"

Sherlock was not interested in this question and only urged, "Well, I know the story of this woman. Now tell me, what does this have to do with Suni?

Her parents shouldn't be such people. "

"Do you want to know?"

Hathaway chuckled, "You still don't know enough about the darkness of East London. Big. Detective."

Hathaway said with a smile, "I originally planned to stop committing crimes and be a music teacher, because when I was at my lowest, the most disgusting, and the most despised — even worse than Libella now —"

She glanced at Libella and said, "It was an underground surrogate in East London who saved me.

Speaking of which, at that time, I naively thought that kindness could really save the darkness, but Davis proved that kindness can't save the world, and neither can love. The Christ he believed in was just a liar.

Only violence can stop violence, and killing can stop killing. "

— — No, it's not!

Libella looked at her and wanted to refute, but after seeing her cold and gloomy eyes, Libella closed her mouth again … Hathaway couldn't listen to anything.

"Yes, it's what you think," Hathaway said, "Suni is not her parents' biological child. She's just a surrogate.

Eight years ago, when Suni's' mother 'was seriously ill, her' father 'found a surrogate mother, and that woman gave birth to Suni in order to let her spend her last days in peace. "

"Unexpectedly, Suni's' mother 'was lucky. After seeing Suni with her own eyes, her condition slowly improved, and even her mind recovered. A few months ago, when she learned that Suni wasn't her biological child, she tried to kill Suni," Hathaway said coldly, "because she thought that Suni was her husband's illegitimate child. Ridiculous."

Sherlock didn't have more feelings for this story, but Libella continued to follow her train of thought, "So, because of Suni, you …"

"She's the one who saved me.

The only intersection between me and this world is her, "Hathaway said softly," She's her daughter, her only family. I will protect her and make her safe and happy until she dies of old age. "

"It's good to have faith. After I die, faith can make her live happily," Hathaway said. "Davis' Christ is a good choice for Suni."

Hearing this, Sherlock finally reacted, "Is this why you secretly sent Suni to Whitechapel?"

"Davis is a good man. He will raise and educate Suni with all his heart," Hathaway said, tucking her hair behind her ear. "Ten days, with Davis's … love … is enough to make Hathaway interested in his Christ."

Sherlock finally felt a little comforted. At least a few questions had been answered, and he didn't waste a few minutes listening to her story.

"Well, the story is over, dear Mr. Sherlock Holmes," Hathaway said with a gentle smile, "It's time to take you away from this ominous place. Innocent man, are you ready to bear the pain?"

She approached him step by step, and Sherlock didn't dodge. Libella's eyes widened, and the blade in Hathaway's hand shone in the moonlight. When the knife slammed down, Libella had already turned her head away, not daring to look. Suddenly, she heard something whizzing through the air and hitting the blade. In the end, only the sound of the blade breaking could be heard.

Libella turned to look at the two people over there in shock. Sherlock was still standing there calmly, "Is it painful?

I'm not ready. "

Hathaway looked at her numb hand and was stunned, "A bullet?"

"Yes, compared to a simple tool like a knife, isn't a bullet more lethal?"

Sherlock said casually and took a step back, "Get ready to see the police with me, Miss Ripper."

"Whose bullet is it?" Hathaway suddenly shouted, "Whose bullet is it?"

"You know who it is."

Sherlock was very calm, "Whose shooting is so accurate? Who is it that I trust? Who can shoot to save me in such a situation?"

Hathaway's face was already breaking down.

"Let me give you another hint. You've read that blog post, 'A Study in Pink,' right? In the end, I was also pointed at by a taxi driver. In the end, who saved me?"

Hathaway suddenly remembered something.

If … if Sherlock Holmes really knew all her plans from the beginning, then he asked John Watson to bring Suni to East London. Was the location really just Whitechapel?

And was the purpose of John Watson and Suni really just to lure her here?

So, the lie she told to delay John Watson's arrival was also seen through?

From the beginning, she had been fooled by these two people?

Libella looked into the darkness, and a figure became more and more obvious. Although it was not yet under the moonlight, it was enough for her to distinguish who it was.

Sherlock Holmes's trusted friend stood in the darkness and said in a dull voice, "I really went to the school to pick you up, Nina, but you weren't there."

Hathaway was stunned. She lowered her head and her trembling hands completely fell down.

The warehouse returned to silence. Only the victim in Libella's arms moaned louder and louder.

"No, there's still Davis." She suddenly raised her head, "There's still Davis."

"Thank you for reminding me. I'll deal with it," Sherlock said faintly, "Don't get me wrong. I don't have any deep feelings about good people or bad people, but I'm very interested in digging up the buried truth."

Hathaway was stunned again and murmured, "Impossible, you don't have time to arrange so many things. I've already started planning when you received the challenge letter. It's impossible, when did you …"

"On the 17th, I didn't see your cello case, Miss Ripper."

Sherlock was happy to explain to her, "But carrying a cello case with you made the line between dry and wet in your dress obvious."