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"Noisy!"

The neighbor's child was so frightened that he didn't dare to make a sound.

Emma then slammed the door shut with the air of a victorious general.

After taking a shower and changing into her pajamas, Emma threw herself onto the bed.

Just as she was drifting off to sleep, a cat's meow suddenly came from outside the window.

Emma immediately got angry, got out of bed, grabbed a glass of water, opened the window, and splashed it at the sound of the cat meowing.

"Scream! I'll teach you to scream again!"

Meow! !

The cat was immediately frightened and ran away.

"Humph!"

Emma snorted, closed the window, and went back to sleep.

She soon fell asleep.

Chapter 579 Death in Anger (Part 1)

As the clock struck midnight, fog once again enveloped the London night sky.

The streets were quiet.

Recently, due to the emergence of a horrific serial killer in the neighborhood, residents are no longer afraid to stroll on the streets at night.

Even the lights in the buildings along the street were turned off early, as if afraid of attracting the attention of the murderer.

Just then, a series of heavy footsteps came from the depths of the thick fog.

Two police officers, each holding a baton, cautiously surveyed their surroundings as they slowly walked past the street.

Soon, the sound of the patrol officers' footsteps faded into the distance, and the street returned to silence.

However, something in the darkness has awakened and begun to act.

In the pitch-black alley across from Emma's house, a pair of blood-red lights suddenly shone, seemingly the eyes of something.

The creature stared maliciously at the window on the second floor across the street, which was Emma's house.

Then a dark shadow darted across the street in a flash, looking at first glance like a black cat.

However, when the dark figure stopped, a black shadow resembling a baby lay sprawled on the ground.

The strange thing only stayed for a short while before it climbed up the wall to the second floor like a nimble cat and came to Emma's window.

Ding ding!

Emma was fast asleep when she suddenly heard something knocking on her window.

She was woken up from her dream, and given Emma's naturally irritable temper, she immediately jumped out of bed and angrily pushed open the window.

However, thick fog blanketed the area outside the window, obscuring even the view across the street. The street was eerily quiet, without a sound.

Emma scratched the back of her head, puzzled, and couldn't help but wonder.

call!

Just then, a gust of wind blew by.

Emma suddenly felt a chill envelop her entire body and couldn't help but shiver.

"It's so cold!"

She grumbled and quickly closed the window, unaware that something had already sneaked into her home.

Just as she turned to go back to bed, the window reflected a dark shadow in the shape of a baby.

The strange creature, with its back to the window, stared intently at Emma as she obliviously lay back down on the bed, pulled the covers over her head, and went back to sleep. A malicious smile immediately appeared on its face…

Shh! Shh!

Emma, ​​who was asleep, suddenly heard something crawling rapidly in her room. It sounded like a snake, but also like an unknown insect.

She quickly opened her eyes, raised her head, and scanned the room with her gaze.

Nothing could be seen in the darkness, except for the sound that kept echoing in the room.

Sometimes it would sneak into the bathroom, sometimes it would be on the ceiling, and sometimes it would run under her bed...

But Emma couldn't see anything.

She gritted her teeth, threw off the covers, and lit the candle.

When the firelight came on, the eerie rustling sound disappeared instantly.

Emma walked around the room with the candle, but found nothing.

With a hint of doubt, Emma blew out the candle and lay back down on the bed.

After being tormented like this for so long, Emma couldn't sleep.

After a long while, she slowly fell asleep again...

The sun was already shining in through the window. Emma, ​​with dark circles under her eyes and looking exhausted, got out of bed and staggered to the bathroom to start washing up.

When Emma picked up a towel to wipe her face, she suddenly froze.

The towel I had just wet fell to the ground with a thud!

Her face turned deathly pale in an instant, and her lips trembled uncontrollably.

In front of her was a mirror, clearly reflecting her upper body.

There was something extra in the lower right corner of the mirror.

A black handprint the size of a baby's palm.

Emma jolted awake instantly, her dazed state suddenly jolted her awake.

Her face turned pale, and she frantically reached out to wipe the handprint off the mirror.

Distracted, Emma finished washing up absentmindedly and began her day in a daze.

dong dong!

Around noon, there was a sudden knock on her door.

Emma, ​​who was lost in thought, suddenly jolted awake, realizing that she was still at home.

Duang!!

The knocking continued, and the incessant sound inexplicably made Emma, ​​who was already on edge, feel irritated.

"It's so noisy! I'm coming right away!"

She yelled, then went over and opened the door.

Two figures in black uniforms stood outside the door; they were two police officers.

"What are you doing!?"

Emma said irritably.

This is not the America of later times, where people instinctively salute the police like French soldiers. Most British police officers are not even allowed to carry guns, and the public does not have a high level of respect for the police.

"Madam, we have received definite information that you may have been targeted by Jack the Ripper."

We hope you will allow us to live in your home for personal protection.

"Neuropathy!"

Emma flew into a rage and slammed the door shut.

I couldn't sleep well last night because of that strange noise, and today the police came to tell me that I'm being targeted by a serial killer.

Emma's anger surged up instantly.

The two patrol officers looked at the tightly closed gate, and a look of helplessness immediately appeared on their faces.

"I told you that going directly to their door wouldn't work."

A police officer shrugged.

Why didn't you say that to the boss earlier?

Another policeman gave his colleague a disdainful look, then started knocking on the door again.

"Ms. Emma, ​​please open the door!"

You are in a very dangerous situation!

"F***!"

After driving the police away in an extremely rude manner, Emma snorted.

Are you kidding me? And you're supposed to be protecting her closely? Does she expect to be doing it alone while several people watch?

Emma was uncooperative, so the police had to abandon their plan to move into her house for close protection and instead began surveillance in the vicinity of her home.

However, the police were unsure how effective such remote monitoring and protection would be.

After all, Jack the Ripper killed a duchess right under their noses last night, and they hadn't found any trace of the suspect from beginning to end.

After driving the police away, Emma dressed up and went to the bar to start her day's work.

The bar was still incredibly busy today.

Around 10 p.m., a completely exhausted Emma finally set off on her way home.

Back home, after washing up, Emma immediately collapsed onto the bed and fell asleep instantly.

rustle!

Just as Emma was in a daze, that eerie voice rang out in her room again.

And this time, the voice slowly moved closer to Emma on the bed...

Chapter 580 Death in Anger (Part 2)

Wow! !

Emma, ​​who was in her sleep, suddenly felt like she couldn't breathe, as if something was pressing down on her body, and she could vaguely hear the sound of a baby crying.