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Xu Ming also discovered that this famous detective, who inherited the name of the great detective Sherlock Holmes and was knighted by the Queen of England, was somewhat... 'unconventional' in life.

The old housekeeper was lukewarm about Xu Ming's sudden arrival, only casually mentioning that he should prepare more food.

Unexpectedly, these words triggered unpleasant memories for Xu Ming.

After much deliberation, he quietly followed the old butler to the kitchen to observe his culinary skills.

Seeing the old butler's typical British cooking style, Xu Ming finally couldn't resist and decisively snatched the pot and spatula, taking over the important task of cooking.

So after lunch, Holmes III announced that Xu Ming would be in charge of all meals from now on.

Xu Ming readily agreed.

He wants to be a kept man, not a freeloader; he's willing to do what he can to help.

Of course, he would never admit that he had had enough of the torment of British cuisine.

In the afternoon, Eileen took Xu Ming to visit some people near the Whitechapel.

With her keen insight, Eileen identified several women who might be targeted by the killer.

But she still couldn't find any useful clues.

Xu Ming knew that all her efforts were in vain.

If it were the historical Jack the Ripper, he might have been captured and brought to justice by the shrewd Sherlock Holmes III long ago.

Unfortunately, her opponent was not human, but a collection of vengeful spirits.

Past experience is completely useless.

All the efforts were in vain.

Exhausted after a busy day, the two returned to their mansion on Baker Street by carriage.

Night once again enveloped the bustling city.

Unfortunately, tonight is another perfect hunting ground...

A foggy night.

In the early hours of the morning, thick white fog once again shrouded this ancient and bustling city in a thick white veil.

Having just finished entertaining guests, Peder Rose walked home along the street.

The heels clicked and clacked on the uneven cobblestones.

The sound echoed in the mist, near and far, as if there were many people on the street returning home late like her.

But when I looked again, there wasn't a single person on the fog-shrouded streets...

"Cough cough!"

The pungent smell hidden in the thick fog made Rose cough twice.

She casually pulled her scarf up a little, hoping the thick cotton fabric would block out the smell, and quickened her pace.

The sound of hurried footsteps echoed through the thick fog, carrying far into the distance.

Just then, Rose caught a glimpse of a small figure standing in the corner of the street across the street, but the fog was too thick and she could only make out a rough outline.

Rose didn't pay much attention.

Whose kid doesn't know how to keep an eye on things? He's still wandering around outside so late.

She muttered something to herself, but didn't stop walking. She quickly left the figure behind.

After walking two more blocks, Rose saw a short figure standing on the other side of the street again.

This time, the figure stood directly on the side of the street, separated from Rose by only a not-so-wide road.

It appeared to be a little girl wearing a tattered white dress and holding a worn-out doll in her arms.

The little girl's dress was covered in brown mud and dark green moss, and her ankles were wrapped in some dark water plants.

The fog was thick, obscuring the little girl's face and making it difficult to see clearly.

The doll Rose in the little girl's hand was clearer to see; it was a blonde doll wearing a white dress.

This doll seems to be quite old; its clothes are faded and have several holes, and part of the paint on its face is peeling off, with the paint peeling off like human skin, revealing the black substance underneath.

The doll had large eyes, its dark pupils reflecting a deep luster, and a smile on its face, but its broken appearance made the smile seem incredibly eerie.

Rose couldn't help but feel a chill run down her spine.

She quickened her pace instinctively, quickly leaving the little girl behind.

As she crossed a street corner, she couldn't help but look back.

The little girl was still standing in the same spot.

Rose, however, felt a faint gaze piercing through the mist and falling upon her.

Rose dared not look any longer and quickly turned her head to walk briskly towards home.

However, as soon as she turned her head, she found a petite figure that she was very familiar with suddenly appearing not far ahead.

She was still wearing that tattered dress covered in mud, and the sly-smiling doll was held in a pair of small hands against her chest.

This time, Rose saw things clearly.

The little girl's face was deathly pale, and her golden hair was wet and disheveled, with water constantly dripping from the ends.

The strange little girl stood in front of Rose, watching her silently.

Rose felt a chill run down her spine.

How did she get through it?

Chapter 570 The Death of Jealousy (Part 1)

Rose stopped abruptly in her tracks.

The little girl in front of her and the doll in her hand both wore eerie smiles and stared intently at her.

The lights in the buildings on both sides were all off, and the occasional passing carriages had disappeared.

The streets were shrouded in thick fog, and all around was quiet, as if there was no one there.

Rose's jaw muscles twitched involuntarily, and her upper and lower teeth collided, making a clicking sound.

A tremendous fear enveloped her like a fog.

She had seen this little girl before!

Not tonight, but six months ago!

When she saw that familiar little face, the memories she had forced herself to forget were suddenly stirred up like silt from the bottom of a river...

clang!

Rose kicked the lamppost hard.

Her face was full of anger, and she strode forward aggressively, lifting her skirt and muttering to herself.

"What do you mean 'Miss Janet and I get along well'? Isn't that just because you think I'm not as young as that vixen?"

Now you're tired of playing around and want to kick me to the curb? Dream on!

Rose gritted her teeth and complained, her expression gradually contorting, her beautiful face turning ferocious.

Jealousy had completely changed her.

Then she saw a blonde little girl in a white dress in front of her, hugging a doll and looking at her with a frightened expression.

"You brat! What are you looking at!"

Rose glared fiercely at the little girl and roared menacingly.

The flames of jealousy ignited by his peers erupted like lava.

The little girl's bright and beautiful clothes, in particular, deeply affected Rose's fragile and insecure heart.

Why! ?

I work so hard every day to please those damn stinky men with my body, only to be kicked aside when they get tired of me!

This damn brat doesn't have to do anything to wear the best clothes and play with the best toys!

Why! ?

Jealousy, like poison, slowly eroded her heart, and malicious thoughts burned fiercely like flames doused with gasoline.

She suddenly looked up and quickly scanned her surroundings.

This is a back alley, with a row of buildings on one side and an artificial river about four or five meters wide on the other.

More importantly, there was no one else around besides the two of them!

The little girl, frightened, lowered her head and hurriedly tried to run past Rose.

Just then, Rose suddenly raised her head, her face twisted with a vicious and sinister expression.

She grabbed the little girl by the shoulder and then pushed her forcefully into the river!

Pfft!

The little girl immediately fell into the water.

It was the Thames River's high-water season, and the water levels in these artificial canals were quite high.

"Help!"

The little girl immediately began to struggle in the river.

But the only person nearby was this wicked woman.

Rose stood on the riverbank, watching indifferently as the little girl struggled in the water, eventually slowly sinking to the bottom.

Then Rose turned and left without expression.

Afterwards, Rose was worried for many days, fearing that the London police would find out and put her in jail.

As it turned out, she had overestimated the British police.

A week later, the little girl's body was found.

Since there were no eyewitnesses, and given that there are many artificial canals like those in London, similar incidents occur occasionally.