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The empty hallway was suddenly filled with the sound of a baby's laughter...

Chapter 566 A Turning Point, Self-Recommendation

When Xu Ming woke up, he found that it was almost dawn.

He slept all day!?

No, he wasted the whole day.

Moreover, he now feels sore all over. The cell is not only damp, but the bed is also made of sheet metal, which is hard and cold.

Xu Ming couldn't help but mentally rant and rave.

These Western devils talk about human rights all the time, but they themselves are the ones who care the least about human rights.

That's true. As the saying goes, you should make up for what you lack.

Only those who lack something themselves will constantly talk about it.

This awful environment would have been unbearable if it weren't for these guys last night—or rather, the night before last.

He probably wouldn't have slept so soundly if they hadn't interrogated him all night the night before, leaving him exhausted.

Xu Ming waited for another hour or two, and it was already bright outside, but the incompetent British police showed no intention of letting him out.

A hint of anxiety crept onto his face. If they weren't going to let him out today, he would have no choice but to force his way out.

Although this would bring down police from all over the UK, it's better than the mission failing.

If he really had no other choice but to flip the table, he would have to do so.

Fortunately, Jesus had mercy on the British and did not give Xu Ming the chance to overturn the table.

Just as Xu Ming was hesitating about when to make a move to minimize the impact, a series of disordered footsteps approached.

Are the prisoners you captured inside?

A clear, melodious female voice rang out.

"Yes, sir."

Squeak!

Soon the cell door outside was opened, and footsteps gradually approached.

A few moments later, several figures appeared outside Xu Ming's cell.

Xu Ming looked over with some curiosity.

Several British policemen in old uniforms were surrounding a beautiful woman, peering at him through the iron bars of his cell.

Although many people appeared, Xu Ming looked up and immediately looked at her.

He wore dark brown gentleman's trousers, a matching waistcoat over his white shirt, and held a gentleman's cane in his right hand.

A beautiful face, deep blue hair piled up behind her head, and gray-green eyes that flashed with a sharp gaze that made people afraid to look directly at her, making one think of a hunting eagle.

Elegant, capable, and assertive.

This was Xu Ming's first impression of her.

One of the police officers, who appeared to be the leader, pointed at Xu Ming and said with a fawning smile:

"Sir Sherlock, that's him."

When we arrived the night before last, he was the only one beside the body. The forensic autopsy determined that the deceased had died approximately half an hour before our arrival, so…”

The beautiful woman merely sized Xu Ming up and down for a moment before asserting definitively:

"not him."

A slightly chubby police chief immediately and cautiously argued:

"But there was no one else at the scene, so he's the prime suspect..."

The beautiful woman raised an eyebrow, her expression turning somewhat impatient.

“I’ve already said it wasn’t him.”

Another similar murder occurred last night, and the Asian man was locked up in his cell all night. Unless he can freely move between the walls, he has a solid alibi.

The sheriff shrugged.

"Perhaps he knows some mysterious Eastern magic."

The beautiful woman immediately looked at him like an idiot.

"Then why did he come back? To wait to be sent to the gallows?"

The sheriff immediately fell silent.

"Perhaps someone is copying the crime..."

Someone in the room chimed in.

The sheriff immediately glared at the officer who had spoken.

Unexpectedly, the beautiful woman nodded seriously.

"That's certainly possible. However..."

Then she changed the subject.

"It's obvious that he's not the culprit."

After the first murder, the number of police officers patrolling the Whitechapel area increased significantly.

I have spoken with the patrol officers who were on duty nearby that night, and they passed by the area thirty minutes before the body was discovered, when the victim was still alive.

In other words, the prisoner has 30 minutes to kill an adult woman and precisely cut open her chest cavity to remove her internal organs.

Therefore, the prisoner must be highly skilled in surgery, and may even be a professional surgeon.

Look at his hands again.

The beautiful woman pointed at Xu Ming's hand and said:

"Surgeons need to use their index fingers frequently when holding a scalpel, but his index finger didn't have any calluses at all; it wasn't the kind of hand that holds a scalpel."

Moreover, surgeons are often a bit obsessive about cleanliness; it's an occupational hazard. But look at him…”

The beautiful woman pointed at Xu Ming's messy hair with a look of disdain and said.

Her analysis was so logical and well-founded that the officers nodded in agreement.

However, Xu Ming, as the person involved, felt complicated.

Beautiful lady, are you implying that I'm not clean?

"Let him out."

"That's what the beautiful woman said."

"But the bureau chief said..."

The chubby-faced police chief looked troubled.

"I have taken full control of this case; this is Her Majesty's decree!"

As the beautiful woman spoke, she took out a roll of exquisitely crafted parchment from her bosom and slowly unfurled it.

Upon seeing the familiar royal emblem in the lower right corner of the parchment, the sheriff immediately stood at attention and saluted.

"God bless the Queen!"

Then he waved his hand.

"Let him out!"

A police officer immediately took the key and went forward to open the cell door.

After clearing Xu Ming of suspicion and ordering his release, the woman, who seemed to have quite a background, turned and walked out of the cell.

The sheriff quickly followed.

"Sir Sherlock, we have visited the residents near Whitechapel as you instructed..."

A group of people gradually walked away.

The cell door was also opened.

The police officer said coldly to Xu Ming:

"you can go now."

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Sir Sherlock, his black overcoat draped over his arm and a hint of disappointment on his face, walked out of the London police station and headed toward a carriage parked by the roadside.

"Madam, please wait."

Just then, a man's voice came.

Sir Sherlock turned his head and saw Xu Ming carrying a hiking backpack, looking at her with a big smile.

"It's you!"

A hint of surprise flashed across the beautiful jazz lady's face, but she quickly regained her composure.

"May I ask what brings you here?"

Xu Ming smiled slightly.

"I think I might be able to help you solve this case."

However, Sir Sherlock remained quite indifferent.

"Thank you for your kind offer, but please allow me to decline. I am used to investigating cases alone."

Xu Ming did not back down because of her aloof attitude.

"The incompetent London police can't help you, but I, a stranger who knows a little bit of Eastern magic, might be able to help you..."

Xu Ming's next words immediately caused the beautiful jazz lady's expression to change slightly.

"After all, even the great detective Sherlock Holmes needed an assistant like Dr. Watson, didn't he?"