022

Blade of the Ripper

Libella looked at John Watson, who was standing in the shadows, and then looked at Hathaway, whose eyes were about to pop out under the moonlight. She suddenly felt that the atmosphere was a little awkward. If she hadn't transmigrated, she would have posted a Weibo emoji.

Thinking of this, Libella realized that the case had been solved, which meant that everything she had seen was over. If that was the case, why was she still in this world?

"Davis," Sherlock suddenly said. He looked back at his best friend, who ignored him and was still silently staring at Hathaway, who was sitting on the ground. It was rare for Sherlock's EQ to come online. He turned to Libella, who was holding the victim, and said, "You … Let's go. Come with me to deal with Davis's trouble."

Ah, yes, Davis!

Libella instantly threw her doubts to the back of her mind. After carefully putting the victim on the ground, she quickly followed Sherlock's pace. Halfway through, she suddenly asked, "Then Hathaway —"

"John won't let her go," Sherlock said. "They'll go to the police station themselves."

Libella blinked and smiled. "Mr. Sherlock Holmes, you're really a good person."

"… Don't get me wrong. I'm just too lazy to take her there. The people from Scotland Yard are too stupid to investigate here."

Libella stuck out her tongue and stopped talking. No matter how he explained, the reality was that he did let Hathaway go. At least he gave her time to say goodbye to John Watson.

"Where are we going now?"

"Whitechapel," Sherlock replied. "Let's go."

After a pause, he said, "John said that you're suitable to be my assistant —"

"Mr. Watson is too kind," Libella interrupted him firmly. "You two are perfect partners. No one can replace Mr. Watson's position in your heart."

Sherlock wanted to say that it wasn't to that extent yet.

Libella, on the other hand, did not want to be involved in the original plot. Although the development of the story was not quite the same as the original plot, at least everything had been implemented. She even had the opportunity to be Sherlock's assistant.

Although this identity was a great honor for a fangirl, Libella resisted such a development.

Sherlock could only be admired from afar, but not played with.

Libella thought, what if after the male and female lead get together, Sherlock ooc?

Just now, she felt that Sherlock was too handsome when he was investigating the case. Whoever dared to ruin Sherlock like this, she would fight them to the death. If the female lead couldn't do it, she couldn't do it either.

"But, sir, I still have some questions about just now," Libella suddenly remembered this matter. "Your reasoning process is too general."

She followed Sherlock through the red-light district, her big eyes firmly locked on him. Sherlock looked back, naturally ignoring the outside world.

She didn't know what he was thinking, but after a while, he said.

"I also have doubts, but you ask first."

Libella couldn't figure out why Sherlock also had doubts, but since he let her ask first, then —

"What I want to ask is," Libella frowned. "Why Hathaway?

I mean, you can't suspect all of your friends' girlfriends, right? "

"Suspect?" Sherlock frowned, his expression a little arrogant. "No, I don't suspect. I'm just observing."

He suddenly stopped and looked at Libella seriously. "Do you know the deduction method?"

Libella was stunned and couldn't help but swallow hard.

"I received a letter from the Ripper, then my roommate and a woman he never mentioned came to 221b. John met a girl named Suni, then Davis told me about the girl's background. Then the girl's music teacher was my roommate's new girlfriend."

Sherlock finished these words very quickly, then paused and looked at Libella. "Do you think this is a coincidence?

Do you think the person I suspect is a coincidence?

No, everything is traceable. Coincidences don't exist in this world.

Hathaway deliberately hid her cello case in front of me. Suni's parents died because they were dismembered, and the murderer is still not found. There are so many links, can you see? "

Libella shook her head subconsciously.

Sherlock was disappointed, but he didn't show any more emotion. He continued, "This is the deduction method. Through these points, I see the whole net."

So, so amazing.

The adoring look in Li Bella's eyes was a perfect compliment.

Sherlock put away his disappointment and continued to ask, "My question is, what is your relationship with Nina Hathaway?

Or rather, what is your relationship with the Ripper? "

After Libella entered 221b, he came to the conclusion that Libella had nothing to do with the Ripper, but when he saw Hathaway's behavior just now, he felt that things were a little strange.

Li Bella was even more confused. "It doesn't matter …"

She didn't look like she was lying. Of course, her behavior just now also showed that Libella didn't know about this matter at all. That was why Hathaway looked at Libella with a betrayed expression, while Libella was still confused.

Interesting.

Sherlock didn't say anything as he walked toward Whitechapel. Red and blue police lights could be seen flashing in the distance. Whitechapel was already surrounded by police officers, and Davis —

"Davis!"

Libella cried out in shock. She then rushed past Sherlock in a panic and rushed toward the people at the Entrance to Whitechapel. Davis was already restrained by several police officers, but he was still trying to persuade them. "Please take the medical team and come with me to a place first. There's someone there who needs help."

Libella was stopped by several police officers when she rushed over. Then, she saw Sherlock behind him, and Detective Lestrade walked over. Sherlock walked over and said, "The Ripper isn't Davis. Have him take you to an alley behind the red-light district. There's someone there who needs treatment."

Although Sherlock wasn't popular, few people doubted the truth of his words.

It was just that it would be too frivolous to let it go so easily.

Lestrade and the people around him looked at each other and swallowed the words they wanted to say.

"You want evidence, right?"

Sherlock came back to his senses and said, "You found a knife in Whitechapel that had blood on it?"

"Yes."

Lestrade breathed a sigh of relief. "We'll take Davis back for a statement first. If he's really wronged, we'll send him back. As for the person who needs help, we'll go now."

"There's no need to take him back for a statement," Sherlock said. "Um … Who's Suni?

Where's Suni? "

He looked around and saw a child in a princess dress holding a doll in her arms timidly step forward. Sherlock nodded and pointed in her direction. "Ask this girl. She was the one who put the knife in."

"Huh?" Lestrade immediately raised his voice. "Sherlock, what are you talking about?"

"I'm not lying," Sherlock said.

At that moment, the police officers who were holding Davis down also let go of him. Libella was also released. She quickly ran over, held Davis's rough palm, and asked solemnly, "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," Davis said anxiously. "Now we have to hurry up and save that lady —"

Libella couldn't help but grab his hand tightly to stop him from moving. "Davis, these people just treated you as a cruel murderer. What are you thinking? Why are you still thinking about saving people?"

Davis was stunned, then squatted down and looked up at Libella. His face was still calm, and there was no trace of resentment. "Libella, I'm really fine.

Psalm 39: 9 says, 'Because what happened to me was because of you, I will be silent.' As long as you believe it, that's enough. "

Libella lowered her head and didn't want to speak.

Davis patted her head, then left the Entrance to Whitechapel with the police officers. Behind her were the frightened children of Whitechapel. On her right, Sherlock Holmes was impatiently explaining the ins and outs of the matter to Lestrade. He even gave Lestrade the contact information of the woman she had just given him.

It seemed that everything had been resolved.

After some time, Davis smiled and waved his hand as the police officers apologized. John Watson and Nina Hathaway also came over. This time, the person handcuffed was Hathaway.

Suddenly, the woman in red stopped beside her and looked at Libella. Only when she wasn't smiling did people notice the strangeness of her facial features.

Hathaway was a beautiful woman, and her deep eyes were especially praiseworthy. Usually, when she was smiling, no one would notice why her eyes looked particularly bright and deep.

While they were looking at each other, Li Bella noticed the reason why.

Her eyes were sunken, and her brow bones were raised.

She was very smart, but also very dangerous.

Hathaway didn't smile at Libella. She wasn't as hysterical and shocked as she was in the warehouse. Instead, she asked calmly, "Libella, tell me, have you read that book?"

This question pulled her thoughts back to the morning when she went alone to deliver the letter to Sherlock. In the empty subway, she looked down at herself. Her eyes were sunken, as if they were about to suck her into her own eyeballs.

For a moment, they seemed to have returned to the empty subway, where there were only the two of them.

So, just like in the subway, Libella asked her again unconsciously, "What book …"

Hathaway didn't answer her before, but now, Hathaway chuckled and decided to tell her about the book. As for whether she could trace it there, it was not something she could control.

"Cesare Lombroso," Hathaway's tone was gentle and romantic, and her smile returned to her face, "DELI

NATO (Born to Commit Crime). "

There was a language that was imprinted in one's bones. Even if one didn't hear or ask about it, when one took it out and used it at any time, one would find that it was so compatible with one's soul, as if a long-separated friend had suddenly returned like the wind.

— — It was Italian.

Born to Commit Crime.