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There was a great ancestor, and the pressure was immense.

No wonder many descendants of great people are unwilling to do the same work as their ancestors.

After the carriage returned to 221B Baker Street, Eileen locked herself in the attic.

Xu Ming sighed and placed the case file in his hand on the desk in the study.

"Young Miss seems a bit down. Has something happened?"

At that moment, a worried voice came through.

Xu Ming turned his head and saw the old butler looking worriedly towards the third floor.

"This is what happened..."

After thinking for a moment, Xu Ming told Wallace, the butler, everything that had happened before.

"So that's what happened..."

After listening to Xu Ming's description, the old butler let out a long sigh.

"Sigh... Miss is still too serious, and she's taking all the blame on herself again."

"Again? Has something similar happened before?"

Xu Ming keenly noticed the key points in the old butler's words.

Old Wallace didn't give Xu Ming a direct answer; instead, he said something completely cryptic.

"Mr. Xu Ming, would you like to hear about Miss's past?"

Xu Ming's eyes flickered, and he nodded.

"I remember it was three years ago."

At that time, the young lady had just solved a series of major cases, including the 'London Bank Robbery' and the 'German Diplomat Spy Case'.

Her name immediately resounded throughout the British Isles, and Queen Victoria even personally received her and awarded her the Order of the Round Table.

Everyone believed that she would perfectly inherit the name of the great detective 'Sherlock Holmes' and become the sword of justice for London and even the whole of Britain to punish evildoers.

Back then, the young lady was full of confidence and looked up to the old lord in everything.

Until a case happened later…

The old butler paused, a hint of sadness flashing in his eyes.

"case?"

Xu Ming's curiosity had been completely piqued.

"Three years ago, several heinous robbery-murders occurred in London. The perpetrators not only stole all the victims' valuables but also cruelly slit their throats."

Based on the killer's modus operandi, eyewitnesses at the scene, and clues left at the scene, the young lady investigated and found a veteran named Richard to be a prime suspect.

Police later found a diamond brooch in Richard's home, which was a memento of one of the victims.

Although Richard vehemently defended his innocence, his wife tirelessly campaigned for him, collecting petitions from neighbors to prove that Richard was a hardworking and excellent citizen.

But ultimately, based on the evidence and reasoning found by the young lady, as well as eyewitness testimonies, the court sentenced Richard to death.

The case was still considered to have solid evidence up to this point, but Xu Ming knew that something must have happened next.

Sure enough, according to the old butler's description, the case took a 180-degree turn.

"However, just three months after Richard was hanged, a prisoner was arrested while committing the crime."

While confessing to the case, he also confessed that he was the one who committed Richard's crime.

He is Richard's twin brother.

He was also a veteran, but unlike the hardworking Richard, this guy was idle all day and loved gambling, accumulating a huge debt, which is why he wanted to rob someone to pay off his gambling debts.

As a result, he accidentally killed his victim during his first robbery, and afterwards, as if tempted by the devil, he killed every single victim.

The brooch, considered key evidence, was the one he'd left at his brother's house after the robbery.

Chapter 577 Nightmare

Xu Ming's mouth dropped open.

This convoluted plot could probably be made into a short story.

Moreover, the story doesn't seem to be over yet.

"The young lady realized she had made a terrible mistake, but it was too late."

Richard had been hanged, and his wife jumped into the Thames two days later…

"After learning of this news, the young lady was immediately devastated."

She believed that Richard and his wife's deaths were entirely her fault, that her carelessness and arbitrariness had caused the tragedy.

She locked herself in her room and didn't go out for three days and three nights.

Those unscrupulous media outlets seized the opportunity to frequently publish articles attacking the young lady and incited ignorant London citizens to denounce her as an executioner who did not deserve the name 'Sherlock Holmes'.

The young lady subsequently resigned from her position as a senior superintendent in the Metropolitan Police and remained at home to rest. It wasn't until six months later, at the Queen's heartfelt invitation, that she accepted a position as an adjunct consultant to the police force.

Xu Ming couldn't help but look up at the ceiling, a hint of pity in his eyes.

Just when you're at the peak of your career, you suddenly fall from the clouds to the bottom of the valley—a feeling no one can bear.

Moreover, there are unscrupulous media outlets inciting the public behind the scenes.

Only a minority of media professionals are truly willing to expose the truth and act for justice. The majority are unscrupulous individuals who like to fabricate exaggerated headlines to attract attention and incite public sentiment.

These guys have the audacity to call themselves 'uncrowned kings'.

Xu Ming, who came from a later generation and experienced the relentless bombardment of various marketing accounts, has a deep understanding of this.

"This case has probably brought back some unpleasant memories for the young lady from three years ago."

The old steward sighed.

"I'm too old for you young people, so I'm entrusting this to you, Miss."

After the old butler finished speaking, he walked away with one hand behind his back, leaving Xu Ming standing there completely bewildered.

Wait a minute, what's with you acting like a father-in-law entrusting his daughter to his son-in-law?

Well, what can I do? I'm 'Watson,' so I'll just have to figure out a way to comfort 'Holmes.'

Xu Ming glanced at the ceiling and already had a good idea in mind.

Meanwhile, in the bedroom upstairs.

Eileen was lying in bed, seemingly fast asleep.

But her brows were furrowed tightly, and cold sweat poured down her forehead, as if she were trapped in some terrible nightmare...

In a daze, Eileen was walking barefoot down the street in her pajamas.

The surroundings were shrouded in a thick fog.

Is anyone there?

Eileen shouted, her voice carrying far, but no one answered.

Eileen continued walking along the street, and in the depths of her being, she seemed to hear a voice calling to her.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, a huge square suddenly appeared in front of us.

A cold wind blew, and the mist in front of Eileen suddenly dissipated, revealing a huge wooden platform with a gallows standing alone on it.

Seeing this familiar scene, cold sweat broke out on Eileen's forehead.

Before she could react, an executioner with a black cloth covering his head pressed a thin man in prison clothes with his head covered onto a wooden platform and swiftly put a rope around his neck.

Eileen seemed to already know what was about to happen.

"stop……"

She couldn't help but exclaim.

The executioner ignored her and proceeded to activate a mechanism beside him.

Clang!

The floor beneath the man's feet collapsed instantly, and his body was pulled taut by gravity and the ropes, swaying in mid-air.

"stop!"

Eileen screamed and rushed toward the wooden platform.

Who knew that just as she rushed to the gallows, the hood on the man's head, who was hanging by the rope, suddenly slipped off and fell to the ground.

"!"

A face covered in bruises, with its tongue lolling out and eyes bulging like a frog's, appeared before Eileen.

Eileen will never forget that man's face.

For the past three years, whenever she had a nightmare, it always turned into a dream about the man who died unjustly because of her.

Richard, hanging on the gallows, stared intently at Eileen below.

"it was all your fault!"

Richard's somber voice suddenly echoed in Eileen's ears.

"No! That was a mistake!"

Eileen involuntarily stepped back.

However, before she could take two steps back, a pair of hands suddenly appeared from behind and grabbed Eileen's shoulders.

"it was all your fault!"

Eileen turned around in horror, only to find Richard's wife standing behind her, glaring at her with intense resentment.

The woman's body was swollen and pale, and she was soaking wet, as if she had just crawled out of the water.

Eileen suddenly felt a blur before her eyes.

Then she discovered that a thick hemp rope was around her neck, and there was a hidden door under her feet.

As the fog slowly dissipated, Eileen realized that the audience was filled with people whose faces she couldn't see.