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The beautiful jazz lady narrowed her eyes to slits as she began to re-examine the strangely dressed young man before her.

Chapter 567 Starting Today, I'll Be a Blind Monk, Oh No, Watson

After a while, the beautiful jazz lady nodded.

“You’re right, I do need a ‘useful’ assistant.”

Xu Ming immediately understood the meaning behind the beautiful lady's words.

He smiled confidently.

"You won't be disappointed."

Soon, amidst the curious gazes of passersby, Xu Ming boarded Sir Sherlock's carriage.

"Tell me, stranger. What exactly is this 'magical spell' you speak of that can help me solve the case?"

Sir Sherlock deliberately emphasized his accent when talking about 'spells'.

Judging from her expression, she clearly didn't believe what Xu Ming said.

“I have a camera.”

Sir Sherlock thought for a moment, and then nodded very seriously.

“Alright, stranger. I do need a qualified photographer to preserve the scene completely so I can analyze the case.”

Since the invention of the camera, in addition to preserving the most precious memories for the photographer, it has also been widely used in crime-solving.

Over time, crime scenes will be disturbed, but photographs will not.

Therefore, although various crime scene photos are inconspicuous, they are essential for solving cases, and they can also be used as evidence in court.

Therefore, Sir Sherlock certainly needed a photographer to assist her.

Xu Ming smiled without saying a word. He picked up his phone, pointed it at Sir Sherlock, turned off the flash, and pressed the shutter button.

Click!

The soft sound immediately piqued her curiosity.

"what are you doing?"

Xu Ming showed her the high-resolution color photos on his phone.

In later generations, this was just an ordinary selfie, only slightly better in quality, but it made Sir Sherlock's eyes widen and stare intently at the photo.

After a long while, she gently exhaled and looked at Xu Ming with a complicated expression.

"I think perhaps I should write a letter of recommendation to the Royal Society."

Xu Ming shrugged.

"I have no interest in being a scientist."

Then he casually said in a teasing tone:

"Moreover, this is a magical 'Eastern magic' that only I can use."

Sir Sherlock's face immediately showed a very strange expression.

For a moment, the carriage fell silent.

After a while, Sir Sherlock sat up straight.

"Oh, right, I seem to have forgotten to introduce myself. My name is Erin Sherlock, First Class Dame of the Royal Family, Special Advisor to the Metropolitan Police."

However, people prefer to call me—Sherlock Holmes III!

(Sherlock Holmes was born in 1854, and in 1888 he was only in his thirties. Unfortunately, I needed a female descendant of Holmes as a supporting character, so I moved the timeline of Holmes's activities forward. This is just to clarify.)

As she spoke, Miss Holmes III across from Xu Ming extended her hand.

A look of understanding flashed in Xu Ming's eyes, and then he naturally reached out and took her hand.

"Nice to meet you, Miss Eileen. My name is Xu Ming, and I am from Chongguo."

Eileen suddenly winked at Xu Ming.

"Let's get along well from now on, Dr. Watson~"

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Xu Ming had his own reasons for actively seeking patronage from this Sherlock Holmes III.

Clearly, in this trial mission, brute force won't get you a high rating.

However, it would be troublesome for him to conduct the investigation on his own.

As a foreigner with black hair and black eyes, he found it extremely difficult to move around in London, let alone enter crime scenes or investigate clues.

But Eileen's appearance brought him a turning point.

The brief encounter immediately made Xu Ming realize that this Miss Holmes III was a big shot, especially in the London police force.

As long as you can get close to her, you can easily enter and leave murder scenes, and even gain many other benefits.

At the very least, finding Jack the Ripper is definitely within reach.

As for living off women and sucking up to powerful figures, Xu Ming said... he's very experienced!

He wasn't embarrassed at all about it.

Isn't it better to simply get higher ratings?

His own sister is now in a deep sleep, so he chooses to cling to another powerful figure to complete his mission more easily. Is there anything wrong with that?

They're all powerful figures, so what difference does it make which one you cling to?

Half an hour later.

As Xu Ming pondered, the two arrived at the famous 221B Baker Street by carriage.

This is a typical Victorian-style, four-story detached house with an attic.

Eileen led Xu Ming directly to the study.

The study was filled with various documents. Xu Ming glanced at them and found that they were all case files.

Although there were quite a lot of things, the room didn't look cluttered at all; on the contrary, it was very tidy, which shows that the owner of the study was a very meticulous person.

There was also a board in the study with a detailed map of London, with black and white photos pinned to different locations on the map and labeled next to them.

After a brief observation, Xu Ming discovered that these high-definition, unblurred photos were indeed on-site photos of the victims in the 'Jack the Ripper' case.

Even in a blurry black and white photograph, the gruesome scene of bloodshed is still incredibly disgusting.

At this moment, Eileen took out a brand new photo from her pocket, gestured on the map, and then pinned it on.

Xu Ming curiously leaned closer.

In that photo, a wealthy woman in an expensive long dress lies in a stairwell, her chest flared open, some of her internal organs spilling out, and her terrified expression seems to be frozen on her face.

The scene was too graphic, and in order to ensure he could still eat today, Xu Ming decisively looked away.

Eileen stared at the photo without changing her expression, flipping through her notebook while muttering to herself.

"This time it's missing intestines, just as I expected..."

Xu Ming asked with some curiosity:

"Is this a new victim from last night?"

Eileen, whose train of thought had been interrupted, immediately glared at him fiercely.

Then, as if she suddenly remembered something, her eyes softened, she sighed, and began to explain.

"That's right, the deceased was named Jacqueline Chatterley, and she was... a broker who introduced women in poor financial circumstances to men in London's high society."

Perhaps because she was a little embarrassed to speak, Eileen was somewhat vague in her answer.

However, Xu Ming understood immediately that this lady was a pimp; oh, she targeted the high-end market in London, or, to put it more politely, an agent.

Eileen continued to explain the case.

"This morning, the apartment's residents found her dead in the hallway."

The forensic autopsy determined that her time of death was roughly between 11 p.m. last night and the early hours of the morning.

Police conducted an investigation and questioned the residents of the building.

The deceased went to see Miss Christina, who lived on the third floor, that evening, and was murdered after leaving.

Chapter 568 The Seven Deadly Sins

"So, Miss Christina was the last person to see the deceased."

Xu Ming's eyes flickered.

He knew very well that the case was most likely committed by that vicious little girl, Jack the Ripper, but he couldn't say it because he couldn't explain it clearly.

How do you, an outsider, know so much inside information? And you still say you're not an accomplice.

Therefore, he could only try to guide Holmes III to find the real culprit as soon as possible.

Eileen glanced at him, a hint of doubt flashing in her eyes, but she quickly regained her composure.

She nodded.

"Yes, and the two also had some conflicts over business matters."

Theoretically speaking, Christina had ample motive and was the last person to see the deceased, making her the prime suspect.

but……"

"After visiting the site, I quickly ruled her out as a suspect."

First, the perpetrator's knife strikes were precise and professional, clearly indicating that he was engaged in a surgical profession.

Secondly, the two women were of similar build, and the building had poor soundproofing, making it difficult to kill each other without alerting anyone.

Finally, Christina had alibis in both previous murders.

Therefore, I ultimately ruled her out as a suspect.

Then Eileen suddenly looked directly into Xu Ming's eyes, her gaze sharp and intense.

"You don't seem surprised at all."