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Xu Ming's eyes flickered.

This fiercely competitive Miss Holmes III may have seen Jack the Ripper as her 'Moriarty'.

But Xu Ming, who knew the inside story, knew that her opponent was a vengeful spirit that transcended common sense.

Therefore, this match was unfair from the very beginning.

"Alright, let me, your 'Watson,' lend you a hand, Miss Holmes."

Xu Ming thought to himself.

Chapter 574 Ambush in Advance

After deducing the possible target range of the perpetrator, Eileen immediately notified the London police to launch an investigation.

By defining the target area and specifying the target's occupation and gender, the police quickly identified several targets who were most likely to be the perpetrator's victims.

But Britain is a free and democratic country, so the police could not take any coercive measures. They could only deploy a large number of officers to patrol and monitor the area near the target, hoping to catch the vicious criminal known as 'Jack the Ripper'.

History is always strikingly similar.

Although Jack the Ripper didn't have a penchant for sending emails to newspapers to provoke the police, the media somehow still gave her that nickname—Jack the Ripper—based on the fact that the victims were always disemboweled in each crime.

Even more strangely, this nickname actually spread throughout London.

Night fell under the close surveillance of the police.

This time, Eileen did not choose to wait for news at home, but instead took the initiative to go out with the police.

Besides the final location, 'Whitechapel', there are two other objectives remaining: 'Anger' and 'Lust'.

The seven deadly sins, in order of severity, are: lust, gluttony, greed, sloth, wrath, envy, and pride.

However, Jack the Ripper did not strictly follow this order when killing his targets.

Lacking clues, Eileen was unable to deduce which one Jack the Ripper was targeting.

She had no choice but to gamble, choosing a target and then lying in ambush with Xu Ming near the suspected target.

Then the long wait began...

I don't know how much time passed, but there was still no movement on the streets. When the clock struck midnight, London was once again shrouded in a thick fog.

"Ha~~!"

Xu Ming couldn't help but yawn. Staying in one place without moving and having to keep an eye on another place really tested one's patience.

Unlike him, Eileen showed no impatience whatsoever.

She observed the suspected target while reviewing the information.

When she looked up and saw the thick fog outside, she suddenly stood up, her expression becoming extremely solemn.

She turned to look at Detective George standing to the side.

"Mr. George, was the second victim killed in the fog?"

Detective George glanced at Xu Ming subconsciously, then nodded.

"Yes, two patrol officers were patrolling near Skyton Street when they discovered the deceased, who had only recently died."

Meanwhile...your assistant was also found next to the body.

"Were the other victims also murdered around the same time?"

Eileen pressed for an answer.

Detective George recalled for a moment and nodded.

"Yes, it's all around midnight."

"If I remember correctly, London was shrouded in fog around this time of day these past few days."

Eileen's gaze gradually sharpened.

"Sir, you mean..."

Detective George asked cautiously.

"I'm afraid my guests have already arrived."

Eileen gave a cold smile.

"Huh?!?"

Detective George seemed a little confused, so Eileen casually explained:

"The perpetrator was taking advantage of the fog."

Visibility is very low in the fog, which allows criminals to easily accomplish many tasks that would otherwise be impossible, such as moving a corpse.

Eileen's words startled Detective George, but he immediately realized what she meant and instructed his subordinates to alert all the squads and get their attention.

Unexpectedly, after looking through the documents for a while, Eileen frowned and pointed to the window on the first floor of the building across the street.

"Mr. George, are you sure this family meets my requirements?"

Detective George answered quickly.

"Yes, we have screened this area based on the criteria you listed, and this woman named Chapman Sandra best fits your requirements."

“She is a sex worker, and neighbors have reported that she has a bad temper and they often hear her abusing her children at home. In addition, she had a daughter who has now disappeared, and we suspect that she disposed of her daughter privately.”

As for how to deal with it, Detective George did not say explicitly. However, with tens of thousands of sex workers in London in recent years, the number of abandoned babies has been increasing, and it is even common to find the bodies of babies in sewers and garbage dumps.

London police initially tried to intervene, but later found they couldn't manage it all and eventually had to turn a blind eye.

The London media reported on it for a time, but after being warned by some higher authorities, the matter was eventually dropped.

The city's prosperity is built on the foundation of countless corpses.

Eileen patted the documents in her hand.

"But I think you only see the surface."

Although this Ms. Sandra seemed to have a bad temper, she was actually good to her children. Despite not being well-off, she did everything she could to send her two children to church school.

In addition to her special job, she also worked two extra jobs.

I simply cannot imagine that such a great mother would kill her own child.

"Oh, but..."

Officer George's face immediately showed a troubled expression.

"So, let's go and ask them ourselves."

As Eileen spoke, she walked directly toward that building.

Xu Ming and Detective George quickly followed.

Unexpectedly, Eileen knocked directly on that house's door.

Soon, a tired-looking but pretty woman appeared at the door, eyeing everyone warily.

In the house behind her, two children, around six or seven years old, were peeking and looking in her direction.

"Who are you looking for?"

The woman's tone was very impolite, and George's face darkened. He immediately stepped forward.

"Madam, this is the London Metropolitan Police. We have a major case and need your cooperation..."

Eileen quickly stopped Detective George and said to her in a gentle tone:

"Hello, ma'am. We're looking for Ms. Chapman Sandra. Is she home?"

The woman's wariness seemed to intensify.

"That's me. What do you want with me?"

"You must have heard the recent rumors about 'Jack the Ripper,' right? The police are currently investigating, and we hope you can cooperate with us."

Sandra hesitated for a moment, glancing at everyone, her gaze lingering particularly on Officer George in his police uniform for a while before finally nodding.

"Come in and talk."

Ms. Sandra's tone was still not very friendly, but at least she led everyone into the house.

After entering the house, Xu Ming curiously looked around at the small home.

Indeed, although all the rooms combined are no more than 20 square meters, Xu Ming felt the unique warmth of 'home' as soon as he entered.

Chapter 575 The Death of Lust

The room was spotlessly clean, and a vase filled with freshly picked wildflowers sat on the windowsill.

Xu Ming also noticed a small detail.

There were many moldy spots on the walls. It's not surprising that the walls were covered in mold, given London's coastal location and high humidity, plus the fact that this was an old house.

However, not only were the moldy patches on the wall scraped off, but some obvious dents were also covered up with various handmade stickers.

Ms. Sandra's two children were not shy at all, and they looked at everyone curiously after they came in.

Xu Ming made a face at them, and they immediately burst into laughter.

Xu Ming immediately understood.

Both children looked lively and did not appear to have been abused for a long time.

The London police investigation was clearly too one-sided and arbitrary.

Indeed, the subsequent conversation with Ms. Sandra proved this point.

When Eileen started talking about one of Ms. Sandra's missing daughters, before Ms. Sandra could even speak, the blond boy suddenly interrupted:

"My sister lives in Luton now~"

She came back to see us last week and brought us lots of delicious food.

Ms. Sandra glared at the boy.

"Children shouldn't interrupt when adults are talking!"

The boy immediately pouted and stepped aside.

Ms. Sandra then turned to look at the crowd and said coldly: