004

Trip to Whitechapel

Libella stared at the sky in astonishment, watching the line of words formed by clouds slowly disappear, and another line of words appeared with the narration.

[It's autumn.

Standing in the busy London, there is no one around.

She can't feel the warmth of this city.

Libella lowered her head in front of the tall buildings, but the dirty shoes on her feet ironically reminded her that it's autumn.]

Can't feel the warmth of this city?

Libella was speechless. What kind of strange illusion was this? Didn't the traffic police come over and take her aside for ideological education?

"Listen, little girl," the traffic police helplessly lowered his head, "If you're hungry, you can come to my place. I bring some food to work every day."

The fat traffic police cleared his throat and seemed a little embarrassed. But after looking around, he still handed a bag of chocolate biscuits to Libella and softened his tone under her timid gaze.

"I've been paying attention to you for a few days," the traffic police squatted in front of her and said gently, "You're very obedient. You're not like your friends who steal everywhere … I mean, you're a good girl.

So, if you're hungry, you can come to my place. I'll try my best to help you.

But, you can't give up your life, you know? "

Libella blinked. The traffic police thought she wanted to commit suicide in the middle of the road?

"Even if it's an accident," the traffic police seemed to realize that he had to take care of her self-esteem and said, "You have to be careful. This is a place with high incidence of accidents."

The traffic police stood up and turned to leave without waiting for Libella to thank him. He continued to carry out his duties. Before leaving, he threw her a last sentence, "Your hat is very beautiful."

Deerstalker hat?

Libella was stunned. Was the deerstalker hat still there?

She reached out and touched it. She was still wearing the spotless deerstalker hat on her head. Not only that, she was also wearing the trench coat found in the strange house. Libella subconsciously touched the pocket of the trench coat. Sure enough, the pipe was also there.

She took half a step back, but stumbled because of the trench coat.

Yes, this windbreaker was so long that she could wear it as a floor-length skirt …

Libella shook her head helplessly and touched her neck. The choker collar was still there.

She frowned and pondered. She did not notice that the moment her hand touched the collar, the scenery around her changed in a split second.

It was as if a layer of black and white filter had suddenly spread out from the tip of her toes, spreading inch by inch to the cement road, climbing up the walls of the buildings, and even soaring up, easily staining the blue sky above her head. Everything was stripped of color, leaving only the last paragraph of the narration.

[Libella raised her head.]

It was that voice again.

Libella snorted softly, but did not raise her head.

Her long windbreaker covered her scarily thin body, and only her big eyes could be seen on her small face. Her eyeballs were still rolling around, adding to her mischievous cuteness.

[How did the other people on the street become like this?]

The voice left these words.

Alright … Libella's curiosity was aroused by this sentence. She couldn't help but raise her head, but she was instantly stunned on the spot.

How did the other people on the street become like this?!

Everyone was translucent, floating on the ground. Their faces were either covered in blood, or their arms and legs were separated from their bodies.

There was a person whose limbs were all twisted into strange shapes, and he was "lying" on the ground, trembling as if he was dying. Unfortunately, based on the current situation, he should be dead.

Libella swallowed her saliva unconsciously and took half a step forward. She saw a person floating in mid-air, and her legs were nowhere to be seen.

Hmm …

Li Bella took a closer look and realized what these people had in common. They were simply floating in the air, as if they were in their last moments before death. They had no consciousness at all.

She removed her hand from the collar around her neck and found that the traffic on the street had resumed. Libella blinked and put her hand back. This time, she saw the magical transformation process clearly.

So that's how it is. This collar is a "converter" that allows me to see ghosts?

Libella turned her head to look to the side and found that there were the most ghosts here. The further she went, the fewer ghosts there were. Tsk, the traffic police was right. This is a place with a high incidence of accidents.

She let go of her hand and saw a sign on the side. Above the sign was a road sign. Hmm, on the right of the road sign was — Baker Street?!

Wait a minute …

Baker Street, London, can see ghosts, scarily thin …

Isn't this …

The setting of the female lead in the doujinshi novel, "Born Criminal"?

Now that he thought about it, the voice just now did seem to be the narrator in the story, and the name of the female protagonist of the story was indeed Libella!

Then she —

Has she transmigrated into a doujinshi novel?

Oh my god!

Then, there's a Sherlock in this world?

Moriarty?

There are all kinds of thrilling cases?!

Oh my god! Oh my god!

"Libella!"

Suddenly, a teenager's voice broke all her excited imagination. Libella turned her head and found a teenager standing beside her. He pulled her and they narrowly avoided a car.

Libella was still in shock. She turned her head and thanked him, "Thank you …"

"Don't stand in such a dangerous place next time!"

The teenager lectured her with a straight face and muttered, "Libella is always like this, stupid and silly … Sigh, I wish I didn't come out with you."

Libella was a little amused by his words. Kid, don't you blush when you say that?

"Well, don't just stand there," the teenager pulled her sleeve, "I received a note from Mr. Sherlock Holmes. Let's go to Whitechapel!

Hey, wait, where did you get the windbreaker? Speaking of which, your windbreaker is very similar to Mr. Sherlock Holmes's windbreaker. "

But Li Bella was too lazy to answer the youth's curiosity. She looked at him with wide eyes in astonishment and suddenly grabbed his wrist. The youth was shocked by her action, but Li Bella did not care at all. She only asked excitedly, "Did you just say Whitechapel?

Jack the Ripper?

Whitechapel?

Is it really Whitechapel?

You — that — you, what's your name again? "

"What Jack the Ripper? I don't understand."

The teenager looked at her as if she was a monster, and then shook off her hand in disgust. He then turned his head and snorted in a nasal voice. "Li Bella, you're so stupid. You can't remember my name. Remember it well. I'm Ben!"

Stupid?

Libella blinked. Okay, Benben.

The teenager didn't know that she had given him a nickname. He couldn't help but ask her curiously, "Where did you get this windbreaker?"

"Hey," Libella grinned, a trace of slyness flashing in her blue eyes, "Who told me to be so stupid? I forgot how to get this windbreaker, Benben."

"Don't call me that. It sounds weird …" Benben looked at her in disgust.

"Well, Benben," Libella urged him excitedly, "Hurry, let's go to Whitechapel!

Mr. Sherlock Holmes is waiting, isn't he? Wait, are you sure that's the real Mr. Sherlock Holmes? "

"Of course, who doesn't know Mr. Sherlock Holmes?

Libella is stupid again. "

"You're the stupid one." Libella smiled, "Let's go, let's go to Whitechapel!

Oh my god, I can't wait. It's related to Sherlock Holmes. It must be Jack the Ripper, the unsolved case of the century! "

Benben was caught off guard by her sudden enthusiasm. His blue eyes, which usually looked dull, were now full of energy. For some reason, he felt that something was wrong …

"Ahem," Benben decided to get back at her, "You have to follow me closely, Benben's Libella."

The teenager Benben pulled up her sleeve in disgust.

Libella then realized that he didn't seem to like her very much from the beginning.

How could that be? Everyone's IQ was there. If they encountered danger during the investigation, she would definitely take care of this guy. Now that he was so uncute, wasn't he afraid that she would hold a grudge?

"Benben, I can't keep up with you," Libella blinked and grinned. Then she rolled up her sleeve, revealing her bony hand, and confidently put it in front of him, "You have to hold my hand."

"So troublesome …" Benben hesitated for a moment, but still took Libella's hand and complained in a low voice, "You're too thin."

Libella pretended not to hear him and followed him with a smile.

When she passed by Baker Street, she took a deep look inside, wanting to see where the so-called 221b was.

But the 221b now was too ordinary. She couldn't find it with just a quick glance. After all, the 221b was not famous because of Sherlock Holmes.

When she left Whitechapel, she must come here to visit the legendary Sherlock Holmes.

Libella thought.

"Hurry up, Libella is so slow." The young boy Benben urged her impatiently.

"Okay okay okay." Libella retracted her gaze and followed Benben's footsteps.

Speaking of which, why did this kid dislike her so much?

Libella pondered for a moment and suddenly recalled that in the setting of the doujin novel, the female lead Libella was a timid and clumsy person. Poor little white flower, surrounded by the feeling of a female lead in a bitter drama, but she could see ghosts. Because of this characteristic, she was favored by Sherlock and became the "magnifying glass" that Sherlock always carried around.

It was this character setting that made people speechless. Libella recalled the fear of being dominated by this name and for a moment, she really had the urge to jump off a building. But this also proved that she was not dreaming.

Did she really transmigrate to Sherlock Holmes' world?

Although it was a doujin novel …

Hmm …

Although it was an OOC doujin novel …

No …

This world's Sherlock wouldn't really become a guy who liked to cry in the wind, right …?

Libella's mouth twitched. She suddenly had a subtle feeling of love for Lord Ye. She was a little unable to accept that the real Sherlock appeared in front of her with a domineering CEO smile …