023

The Rabid Woman

Cesare Lombroso, an Italian criminologist of the 19th century.

Compared to his student, Cesare Beccaria, who was famous in the field of law, he might not be as famous.

Cesare Beccaria, whose book was "On Crime and Punishment," was a law scholar who proposed the principle of legality. Regardless of whether it was the common law system or the continental law system, this principle was one of the foundations of the operation of law. It could be said to be "Newton's Three Laws" in the legal world.

As for Cesare Lombroso himself, he was most familiar with the theory of natural born criminals.

However, unlike the universal recognition of the principle of a legally prescribed punishment for a crime, the theory of natural born criminals was highly controversial.

… So that's how it is.

Libella walked out of the city library. She was no longer wearing the windbreaker that Davis had made smaller. She was wearing normal clothes that were suitable for the winter season, warm and practical.

She put the library card back into her bag and huddled up under a warm scarf. Her breath turned into mist and dissipated in the cold air. She looked very … normal.

This kind of daily life was great.

Libella thought to herself.

But then again, she was ignorant. The world view that the author of this OOC novel borrowed was actually the theory of natural born criminals?

Interesting. She wanted to go back and see what else the author could come up with.

It had been more than three months since the Ripper case on September 19th. It was now the beginning of the new year, and it was already January.

It was not exactly the beginning of the new year. After all, the weather was still so cold.

Nina Hathaway's smile that day was still vivid in her mind. The red and blue police lights flashed behind her back. She smiled at her and asked if she had read Cesare Lombroso's "Natural Born Criminals."

Since the other party had said so, Libella certainly had to find a chance to read the book. She had just finished reading the book and returned it to the city library. She vaguely understood why Nina Hathaway had said those words to her.

The main idea of the theory of natural born criminals was that the cruelest criminals were due to genetic atavism. They had not fully evolved, so they still had a bestial nature in their bones. That was why they killed people ruthlessly.

And this "genetic atavism" from theory to reality was …

He was ugly.

Hmm …

Yes.

In short, he was ugly.

Libella just wanted to say that she had lost all hope in this superficial world.

Features of a natural criminal: a flat forehead, a prominent brain, raised brow bones, sunken eye sockets, large jaw and cheek bones; irregular dentition, very large or very small ears, uneven skull and face, squinting eyes, many deformed fingers, insufficient body hair, etc.

He tried to imagine what such a person looked like in his mind. Wasn't he just an ugly freak?

Libella was very tired.

However, if the description was compared with Nina Hathaway's appearance, especially her eyes … Coupled with the fact that Nina Hathaway had cut open the victim's stomach, Madam Ripper was also a born criminal.

Then …

Thinking of this, Libella felt even more tired.

She tried to figure out what Hathaway was thinking. Hathaway probably thought that her appearance was just as "ugly," so she thought that she was a natural born criminal. That would explain the way Hathaway looked at her from the first time they met until that night at the warehouse.

Libella pinched her own face. Come on, didn't she suspect that it was because she was malnourished at the time that her facial features were so prominent?

As for the problem of her being able to understand Italian, this could also be explained. Libella was originally an Italian name, so perhaps the female lead was originally Italian?

And since she could inherit the female lead's ability to see ghosts after transmigrating, what was so surprising about her inheriting a talent for language?

However, although the author hadn't written about the female lead's background yet, she felt that she could make some guesses.

… I feel like I've figured out the author's outline. This is so wonderful ~

Libella thought to herself with gratification.

Come to think of it, ever since she discovered that the author had borrowed such a lofty worldview, she didn't dare to casually complain about this OOC world. To be able to incorporate such a perverted worldview into a Doujinshi novel, she could feel the author's malice even from a different world. She felt that the author was playing a huge game of chess. Taking a step back, perhaps the female lead really was Sherlock's long-lost sister?

Libella boarded the bus. Her destination was the Villa Muse in the suburbs. That was her new home.

Libella's lips curved upwards as she looked at her hands. After three months of recuperation, her body finally didn't look so scary anymore. Slowly, she could see the beauty of the blonde girl. She actually felt quite accomplished.

Then where did she get the money to recuperate?

And Villa Muse, it sounded like a place that ordinary people couldn't afford to live in. How did an unregistered resident like her manage to live there?

It was a long story.

Libella hummed a song as she got off the bus. Following her memory, she naturally arrived at 221 Villa Muse. This was a good place that she had specially chosen. She flipped through her mailbox. Sure enough, there were new letters, and the number of letters broke the record. There were actually seven letters.

Returning home with the letters, Libella opened them as she walked towards the stairs.

"Benben?

Benben, are you there? "she called out.

Children's laughter came from upstairs. Libella couldn't help but laugh. She decided to ignore them. Putting the fruits she brought back in the kitchen, she sat by the coffee table and read the letters.

"Dear Madam Cesare, you can call me Vincent. I've seen your website on the Internet. To be honest, there are indeed strange sounds in my backyard recently. If you have time, I hope you can come and take a look. The remuneration is generous. I hope you can come. The location is …" Vincent said.

"Dear Lady Cesare, I am S. Recently, there seems to have been a murder at my office. I can always hear strange sounds. I don't know if you are willing to …"

"Dear Lady Cesare, I am …"

Thank you, everyone, for the praise. That's right, the "Dear Lady Cesare" was her, Libella Cesare.

She also had to thank Madam Hathaway for thinking of a profound surname for her.

Libella picked out a few letters that looked interesting. Then she opened her laptop and logged into her website. On the bulletin board, she changed her itinerary and indicated that she would investigate some of the places.

She, a transmigrated woman who had the ability to see ghosts, was actually worried about not making money in the world of Shenxia?

There were murder cases all over the place, alright?

Ahem, okay, that was an exaggeration.

But there was only one theme — the ability to use the ability to kill.

Libella thought proudly.

She had told Benben before that she had a way to survive without resorting to robbery. She could rely on an honest income to survive. Didn't she do it now?

She also brought over some well-behaved children from Whitechapel and arranged places for them to go to school. Davis was not willing to come, so she often went to visit him.

Probably because of his influence, Libella was willing to do her best to do good.

So she learned from a certain detective and posted her resume online. At first, no one was interested. Until last October, she helped the police solve three murder cases. The problem of her illegal residence was also solved at that time. Even the Villa Muse was specially applied for for her by Scotland Yard.

In short, Lady Cesare was in the newspaper for a week. Then, people started to offer her "business."

In fact, it was not a particularly difficult case. Those really difficult cases would not be handed to her. They were all handled by Lestrade directly to Sherlock Holmes. Don't ask her how she would know. After all, she was a loyal fan of Doctor Watson's blog. Once the other party updated, she would know what case Sherlock Holmes had completed.

Most of the cases handed to her were relatively simple. She only needed to wear her necklace and look for the ghosts of the dead bodies.

After a few months of practice, she had found a pattern. If it was a murder case, the ghosts would not disappear. But if it was a natural death or the dead person tripped, then the ghosts of the bodies would not be found.

Knowing the location of the bodies and the cause of death of the deceased, it was not difficult to find the murderer.

The difficult part was that in some cases, the murderer would force the deceased to commit suicide. Although the law could not give the murderer a heavier sentence, it was necessary to find the person. If such a case was handed to her, then she could not do anything.

She had been careful to avoid such cases. Fortunately, more than three months had passed, and she had not ruined Lady Cesare's reputation. Her business had been booming. Recently, she had even become a new "Internet celebrity" in London.

Libella's life was comfortable, and her body was naturally much better. Looking at herself, she did not look like a shriveled daylily at all. If she stood next to Mr. Sherlock Holmes again, no one would recognize her as Sherlock Holmes's daughter.

… Libella was very resentful of that night.

Benben came down from upstairs. When he saw Libella, he immediately ran over happily. "Lily, you're back."

Libella smiled at him. "Yes. How was it? Was the psychiatrist very scary?"

"No …" Benben scratched the back of his head and laughed.

Libella wanted to cure Benben's degenerated mind because of the sudden death of his companion two years ago. After going to the hospital, the doctor only said that it was a psychological problem and suggested that she see a psychiatrist.

Libella had been persuading Benben ever since. Recently, she finally made him agree.

Today was the first day Benben went to the psychiatrist's house. Seeing that he did not resist, she was relieved.