The Skeleton Man.

Her slender figure stood out in the glaring light of the lightning. Her large, soulless eyes made me think she came from hell.

I didn't know, but looking at her, I couldn't help but want to ask —

"Are you from Calvary?" Calvary was the place where Christ died, also known as Calvary.

But the question was rude. I was about to say that she didn't need to answer my nonsense, but when I looked up, I saw that she didn't seem to be able to answer from the beginning.

I looked at her, not knowing what she wanted. She looked back at me, like a messenger from hell. Did she belong to the light?

She couldn't be.

But Jehovah doesn't look at people the way people look at people. Man looks at the appearance, Jehovah looks at the heart.

In the Book of Samuel.

Chapter 16.

Verse 7.

But before I could finish reciting this verse in my heart, the Skeleton Woman fell straight towards me. I hurriedly squatted down to help her up. It turned out her body was already soaked, and she had the coldness of a dead person.

I had lived in East London long enough to know that no one could be saved. When the child fell into my arms, I sighed.

Life can't be forced.

What happened next was just as I told Libella. I tried my best to get a doctor to save her. She lay motionless in bed. Her heart stopped beating for several days before she woke up.

But she came back to life. That afternoon, when I saw her sit up in bed, there was an indescribable … lifelessness.

The person who everyone thought deserved to die woke up that warm afternoon. Her eyes were still frightening. Her clothes were wrinkled. Her face was calm as if she hadn't just walked through the gates of hell.

… I took care of Libella.

Compared to the other children, I had a deep affection for Libella. Not only because I saw her being saved with my own eyes, but also because no one liked her except me.

Or rather, everyone was afraid of her except me.

Libella was indeed a person to be afraid of. She was quiet. Her eyes seemed to see through life and death. She was fearless and ignorant. She almost never avoided any risk.

She was the one who stole food from the East London quarantine area. She was also the one who saved someone in the fast-flowing river, even though that person didn't come back to life.

Perhaps that was the beginning of everything. The person who died was the first of the children.

Aiur's death had a huge impact on the children. Before this, all the children had thought that the dangers in East London were just theoretical. Many of the dangers that I had warned them about had never come to them, so it wasn't worth believing.

… I think it's because I didn't educate him in the right way.

Maybe I shouldn't have protected them in the first place. I should have let them see what the world was like. I couldn't protect everyone. So after that, the children no longer enjoyed my indulgence. Indulgence was too extravagant in East London.

Even if I can't protect them, God will protect them.

Fortunately, there were no more such children after that. Children who would do anything to steal, smash, and rob.

Al died because the children fought with a demon in East London. The children tried to kill the demon with small tricks, but the demon saw through all their tricks and threw Al directly into the river.

The rest of the children …

Because of Whitechapel's reputation, their lives were saved.

But speaking of the demon, he wasn't the most terrifying person in East London. But the people he met weren't like that. He said he was just a businessman, a human flesh dealer.

He said he sold women to those who were willing to eat them.

Is this true? I thought. It's true.

The women in the red-light district who were always willing to send food to Whitechapel disappeared one after another after provoking him.

Maybe in East London, I should harden my heart, but I couldn't. That was why I cried for that woman. That was why the children asked questions. That was why they tried to kill the demon.

That was why Al died. That was why they tried to find the police.

I don't know what the outcome of their visit to the police was. They disappeared before they could tell me the outcome.

They didn't come back from the police station. They disappeared.

I was the one who did evil.

Libella comforted me for the first time because of this incident. She had saved Al, who had fallen into the water. After she was pulled out of the water, she had a high fever. We thought she was going to die again, but she didn't.

Al was a cute little girl. She helped everyone heal. She even said she wanted to be a doctor in the future.

The children were heartbroken because of Al. They went to the police station and never came back.

I was the one who did evil.

When I found them again, they were lying in the rubbish dump … That was the only time I left East London in five years.

All the children's bodies … looked … incomplete.

James's thigh, Carl's left cheek, Tommy's ears …

And Ben, the smartest Ben. I didn't even see his body.

Libella gradually recovered. Although she still couldn't speak, she was willing to be alone with me. She became thinner. Her arms and legs were only bones. Her facial features became more and more terrifying.

Libella seemed to have come from hell.

Ben also came from hell.

When he came back, he was no longer the smart Ben.

I was the one who did evil.

028

The Rabid Woman

Libella closed Davis's letter. She rested her chin on her hand and thought for a moment.

In other words, a human trafficker took away the people who helped Davis. When Davis found out about their deaths, he cried for them. Because of this, the children were angry. These ignorant children wanted to kill the human trafficker, but they didn't expect to die before they could succeed.

After losing Al, the children went to the police for help. That was how the missing people and the mutilated bodies came to be.

Libella looked at the important time and place attached to the letter. She silently put the letter in her bag.

Speaking of which … So, Davis didn't want to tell her about this at first. Was it because he felt that he had harmed the children?

Libella didn't think so.

Davis's soft-heartedness and compassion didn't fit in with the atmosphere of East London. But it was these qualities that made him someone who could help the children.

Maybe he had gotten over it.

Libella thought.

— February 9, 2008 to April 3, 2008 were the times when the children might have died.

— On the way to the East London Police Station, or on the way back from the East London Police Station, was the place where the children went missing.

— Sherlock Holmes was someone who had taken over this case before.

What made the detective stop for two years?

She still didn't know, but she was sure that such a brutal murder case must not be far from where the murderer lived. If she could find the crime scene, it would be a major breakthrough.

This wasn't difficult for her.

Libella paused and thought of Sherlock Holmes.

She felt a little guilty.

Hmm, probably …