Why is my anime art style so weird?

Since this is a game, there will be a time when the game ends.

If Xu Ming is unable to stop Jack before the game ends, the system will most likely determine that his mission has failed.

What Xu Ming needs to do most right now is... find Jack the Ripper!

If the person cannot be found, then everything else is out of the question.

But this beginning was clearly not easy.

Xu Ming is locked in a cell, and the London police don't know when he will be released.

Furthermore, Jack the Ripper is extremely good at hiding, so finding her won't be easy.

In short, the first thing to do is to find a way to get out of prison.

If the incompetent London police refuse to release him, he will have no choice but to force his way out.

Xu Ming kept thinking when he suddenly felt a strong wave of drowsiness wash over him.

After he was arrested that night, he was interrogated by different people and didn't sleep a wink all night.

I had just finished eating when I suddenly felt sleepy.

Since there was nothing else to do in the cell, Xu Ming simply lay down and began to conserve his energy...

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Lady Chatterley walked with affected elegance into a three-story house near Whitechapel in East London.

The corridor was very narrow, and the air was filled with a foul stench of urine and vomit.

Lady Chatterley, with a look of disgust, pulled a handkerchief from her purse and covered her mouth and nose.

Although she herself had come from the slums, she vowed never to return to that hellhole after she left.

The pressure brought her great motivation. Through Lady Chatterley's continuous efforts, she has now become a well-known socialite, with more than a dozen high-quality special workers under her command.

Lady Chatterley's job was to introduce her special agents to wealthy, high-society individuals who could afford the fees, in exchange for a hefty commission.

That's right, this seemingly well-dressed and elegant woman is a brothel madam, also known as a pimp.

The recent bizarre murder near Whitechapel has sent shockwaves through London.

Lady Chatterley made a special trip to the vicinity of Whitechapel because one of her most popular girls had recently become increasingly lazy and was frequently failing to meet her performance targets.

Lady Chatterley suspected that the little Bertrand was trying to secretly break away from her and work independently, so she deliberately concealed his harvest each time.

She knew very well that when some customers were very satisfied with their service, they would often give extra tips.

She turned a blind eye to these tips and didn't bother with them.

But wanting to break away from her and work independently... is absolutely impossible.

These women are products she has meticulously crafted, imbued with her heart and soul and at great cost.

They are the golden goose in Lady Chatterley's hands, how could she possibly let them go so easily?

Using the dim light, Lady Chatterley deftly navigated around puddles of filth, then stopped outside a door in the corner of the third floor and knocked.

dong dong!

The door opened quickly...

Chapter 564 Lady Chatterley

A beautiful woman opened the door with a smile.

"Excuse me, are you looking for...?"

However, when she saw Lady Chatterley standing outside the door, her face turned ashen.

"Husband, wife."

The woman greeted her softly.

Good night, my dear Christina~

Lady Chatterley greeted him in an incredibly light tone, but her face wore a chilling sneer.

The woman named Christina asked cautiously:

"Madam, it's so late, is there anything I can help you with?"

Lady Chatterley countered with:

Aren't you going to invite me in?

Christina bit her lip, a hint of hesitation on her face, but in the end she stepped aside.

"Please come in, madam."

Christina led Lady Chatterley into the room.

This is a small apartment with only one room, about 20 square meters, furnished with a table and a bed. It looks very simple.

However, there was a vase on the windowsill filled with wildflowers picked that day, and the room was decorated with delicate and inexpensive little ornaments in every corner. The room was also very clean.

All these details fill this small room with the feeling of 'home'.

There was another person in the room, a blonde girl holding a doll.

The girl bears a striking resemblance to Christina, and is very likely her daughter.

After Lady Chatterley entered the room, the girl hid behind Christina, not daring to look at her.

Christina led Lady Chatterley to the table and made her a cup of black tea.

Lady Chatterley swirled her teacup and suddenly remarked:

“I heard from Mr. Miles that you were not on time for our appointment last night.”

Christina's expression froze, and she stammered:

"There's been a murderer lurking around here lately, it's not safe to go out at night..."

Lady Chatterley slammed her teacup down on the tray with a loud thud.

The poor mother and daughter trembled instantly, too frightened to even breathe.

Lady Chatterley said with a cold smile:

"Really? That murderer only appeared on August 7th, but if I remember correctly, you've been frequently breaking appointments for the past two months, and the guests have a lot of complaints."

Are you trying to humiliate me?

"Do not……"

Christina argued weakly.

Lady Chatterley stepped forward and stared intently into Christina's eyes.

Stared intently at by those long, thin, gray-green eyes, Christina broke out in a cold sweat.

"Don't forget, I'm the one who brought you out of the slums. Do you want to go back there?"

The thought of that horrific slum made Christina's face change instantly, and she immediately shook her head.

"My dear Christina, don't even think about betraying me."

The last person who thought that way has already sunk to the bottom of the Thames…

Lady Chatterley's haunting voice echoed in Christina's ears once more, her face as pale as snow.

Just then, Lady Chatterley suddenly looked at the girl behind Christina and smiled maliciously.

"Your daughter is twelve years old this year, right? If you don't want to do this anymore, you can let your daughter take over..."

"No!"

Christina's reaction was incredibly fierce. She pushed aside Lady Chatterley and stood in front of her daughter, glaring at her fiercely like a mother lioness protecting her cubs.

Lady Chatterley, however, sneered without fear:

"Then get back to work!"

Christina's expression showed struggle, but she ultimately gave in.

"Yes, Madam..."

After giving her disobedient "hen" a good scolding, Lady Chatterley walked out of the room with light and cheerful steps, leaving behind a poor mother and daughter heartbroken.

Entering the dark stairwell, the stench assaulted me once again.

Lady Chatterley's face immediately hardened. Her good mood was instantly ruined.

She groped her way down the stairs in the dark.

Whoosh!

Just then, a strange noise came from upstairs, as if someone was moving around.

Lady Chatterley paid little attention and continued walking downhill.

After taking a couple of steps, she sensed something was wrong.

She's on the third floor now. The next floor is the ceiling, and there's nothing there. How could anyone be walking around there?

An eerie atmosphere gradually spread from the darkness.

The stairwell was pitch black, with only a few slivers of light shining through the cracks in the doors on each floor.

In the darkness, Lady Chatterley could even hear her own heartbeat clearly.

She began to carefully walk down the wall, holding onto the support.

This apartment building is so old that the stairs don't even have handrails.

The walls on the side of the staircase hadn't been cleaned for who knows how many years, and given London's coastal location and high humidity, the walls were somewhat damp.

Through her silk gloves, Lady Chatterley felt a strange, slippery sensation that reminded her of frog skin, making her feel utterly disgusted.

She had already secretly decided that she wouldn't wash these gloves; she would just throw them away when she got back, even though they were high-end items that she had bought for a full 6 shillings.

Before long, Lady Chatterley arrived at the middle of the stairs.

Just then, Lady Chatterley suddenly felt a hand reach out from the darkness and grab her wrist.

Cold, slippery, and bony, it didn't look like a normal person's hand at all.