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The massive body stopped abruptly, like a wind-up doll that had lost its power, and then with a "snap," it hunched over, lowered its head, and knelt down at the hem of Ella's skirt.

The vampire who had transformed into a bat and fled was nearly dumbfounded when he saw this scene. This was his blood servant, a familiar slave whose bloodline belonged entirely to him, yet she had been bewitched by just one glance and had bowed down to this girl?

This is outrageous! What kind of monster is this woman?!

The bat, which had originally planned to create distance and try to counterattack with its blood servants and vampire magic, instantly lost all will to fight and desperately flapped its wings, wanting to get as far away as possible.

Walking to the edge of the gap in the room, watching the bats fly into the sky and scatter in all directions, Ella lit a black flame in her palm, then threw it upwards, sending out countless strands of black flame that bloomed in arcs, like a celestial maiden scattering flowers.

These inky black flames instantly poured over most of the bats flying around in the air. These flames, a replica of the sun god's authority, could instantly reduce the fragile bats to nothing, even if they only touched a tiny bit.

However, a small number of bats managed to escape the rain of fire thanks to their superb flying skills and disappeared into the night sky.

This is, after all, an urban area, and there are still people living in the surrounding residential buildings. Ella couldn't expand the black flames too much. Some sparks that accidentally landed on the eaves and walls of the surrounding buildings were burning fiercely and were about to expand into a vast sea of ​​fire.

Ella then quickly waved her hand, summoning the black flames back.

The scattered black flames rose from their locations as if they were living spirits, fluttering and gathering in Ella's palm like birds returning to their nests, forming a black fireball the size of a basketball.

Then Ella snapped her fingers, and the fireball silently extinguished in mid-air.

At night, vampires have so many ways to save their lives and escape that if they want to run away, Ella can't stop them without being prepared, so she can only let them go.

However, the blood servant trapped in the illusion had nowhere to escape.

The commotion in the alley quickly attracted the attention of the nearby Royal Police Station. When Greg and his detectives rushed over, they were horrified to the sight of the enormous, terrifying monster kneeling on the ground.

However, when he looked again at the petite girl standing in the direction where the demons were bowing and worshipping, he was extremely shocked.

"M-Master, is this what you subdued...?"

"No, I just made it unconscious."

Ella waved her hand, "Do you have any means to deal with monsters? Can you capture it too?"

"...Mr. Ford probably wouldn't want to be its roommate."

Greg gave a wry smile. "However, we also have a department that specializes in dealing with monsters, and we cooperate with the Kingdom Knights. I will notify them to come over immediately."

"sorry to bother you."

Ella smiled.

"Furthermore, the Fog City Cathedral is not far from the police station,"

Greg continued, "Sir, do you plan to go to the Sanctuary of the Mist again tonight, or stay at the police station where it is closer?"

"It's already quite late today, let's bother them tomorrow."

Ella thought for a moment and said, "I would be very grateful if you could provide me with some temporary accommodation."

"There are places to stay, but the conditions are probably not very good..."

"It's alright, thank you for your help."

Ella smiled and said that since it was mainly for the two Templar Knight squires to stay in, she could just open a portal back to the Duke's mansion and sleep in her master bedroom.

Actually, if it were Ye Xiao, he wouldn't have so many requirements. As an old adventurer, he wouldn't mind finding any bedding to lie down in.

But as Ella, she felt uncomfortable if she didn't take a bath and sleep soundly on the velvet bed in her luxurious bedroom for a day, and she didn't know why.

Perhaps this body is rather delicate...? Ella raised her fair arm and glanced at it.

Chapter 109 Ford's Speculation

Day two.

Royal City of Loren.

After getting up, Ella first went to the holy spring of the Loren Sanctuary to complete her morning bath, change, and worship. Then she was summoned back to the Duke's Mansion for breakfast before finally being summoned to the Royal Police Station of the Kingdom of Valen. She slowly opened the door and greeted Orfindo and Ophelia, who were waiting outside.

As a saintess and a noble lady, she had quite a few routines to do every morning. If it were Ye Xiao, this period would probably only involve getting up, stuffing a piece of bread into her mouth, putting on a coat, and heading out.

As Ye Xiao, she would find all the hassle of doing this and that too troublesome, while as Ella, she would feel that not doing so would be too unrefined. It has to be said that when she was in control of different bodies, Ella felt that the different contradictions in her heart were quite subtle.

Although Ye Xiao is still living the life of a black slave at sea, apart from the poor living conditions, he doesn't have to do much. He just doesn't know when those Dark Shepherds will finally reach the shore.

As Ella pondered, she also noticed the message Li Cheng had sent her through the community system the previous night.

"Susie Yun was actually in the Blackwater Gang..."

It seems I'll have to go to the tavern on King's Cross Street with Li Cheng later.

Before that, however, she went to visit Mr. Ford, who was being held at the Royal Canadian Mounted Police and was the closest person to her.

This time, Ella changed into a black gothic dress because she thought the style of the outfit seemed more suitable for the foggy city.

Good morning, beautiful lady. I heard you were attacked by monsters last night. Are you alright?

Ford sat with his legs crossed on a small stool in the detention cell, holding a newspaper in his hand, looking quite content. If it weren't for the cold iron bars that proclaimed his detention, others would probably think this guy was on vacation.

"Thank you for your concern, Mr. Ford,"

Ella smiled and nodded. "I think that once we get in touch with the Sanctuary of the Mist, if we can get involved in the 'Ripper' case, we'll probably need your help."

"It's a pleasure to serve such a beautiful lady like you."

Ford chuckled, “It’s a pity. If I could get out, I might be able to help you more… But don’t worry, sir, if the interrogation doesn’t yield enough evidence to convict me, I should be out in two days at the earliest.”

"Well... it would be best to resolve the case of Viscountess Tekadi before that."

Ella nodded.

"I thought about it last night, and the basic outline of this case is quite clear now, but it's missing a few key pieces of evidence."

Ford closed the tabloid.

"Actually, I'm quite curious as well. Why would Mr. Ford think it was a copycat crime, rather than the work of the real Ripper?"

Ella seized the opportunity to ask the question that Greg had been unable to answer the previous night.

"Hmm? I remember you figured out the reason too, ma'am?"

"I just want to hear your answer."

Ella tilted her head.

"Haha, alright, since you're willing to listen, I'll gladly oblige—my reason for this speculation is mainly based on the condition of the corpse. Death caused by a slit throat often falls into two categories."

Ford explained, "First, there was excessive blood loss, and second, suffocation."

"In most of these cases, excessive blood loss is the primary cause of death. Only when the cut does not involve the carotid artery and causes the trachea to rupture will death by suffocation occur."

"But the condition of Viscountess Tekadi's body, with its bruising, cyanosis, and swelling on the face, proves that her cause of death was indeed suffocation. However, I specifically asked Greg about the bleeding on the neck of the body, and his answer of a large amount of splattered blood was clearly a characteristic of a carotid artery injury."

"In other words, in this situation, massive blood loss would be enough to cause death before suffocation even occurs, so how could the characteristics of death by suffocation appear?"

Ford waved his hand. "So it's not hard to see that the body actually died of suffocation first, and then the neck was cut open."

"Could it be that the Ripper just happened to be planning to commit the crime in a different way?"

Ella asked, "After all, this is on the mansion. If directly injuring the victim with a sharp weapon fails to deprive the victim of the ability to call for help, it may cause too much of a commotion. So, strangulation was the first method used."

“It’s not impossible for serial killers to change their methods, but from the perspective of criminal psychology, their criminal logic is unlikely to change easily, because this is the fundamental reason that motivates them to commit crimes.”

"In the cases of the Ripper, the brutal killer would immediately 'open the chest' after directly killing the victim or causing them to lose their mobility with a sharp weapon. In other words, the killer had a very strong purpose in removing internal organs, and he would not do anything unnecessary as long as the conditions for carrying out this process were met."

"So, if it were a real Ripper, even if he caused suffocation using non-sharp means, the next thing he would do would be to directly open the chest and remove the internal organs, rather than making an unnecessary cut into the neck."

Ella continued.

“That’s right. Greg mentioned the circumstances of several other victims, including those who died from stab wounds to the chest, which suggests that the Ripper wasn’t obsessed with ‘throat-cutting’.”

Ford gave Ella a thumbs-up in praise.

"Therefore, it can be inferred that this act of slitting the throat and opening the chest was a deliberate attempt to confuse the case and make the investigators mix it with other Ripper cases."

Ella sighed inwardly; this detective Ford was indeed no ordinary person.

If what happened before was just Ella testing the waters, now she's pretty sure that this guy's help might really be crucial in finding the Ripper and even the Samuel's Order hiding behind him.

"I actually have quite a few leads on the case itself, but there's one thing I'm still quite confused about."

Ford suddenly spoke again.

"Which point?"

Ella asked curiously.

"Who taught him to do that?"

Ford rubbed his chin.

"Forehead……?"

"The murderer of the Viscountess, when he initially killed his victim by strangulation or some other method of asphyxiation, clearly did not intend to make it a case like the Ripper's,"

Ford frowned slightly. "Because if he had planned it that way from the beginning, he might as well have used a sharp weapon to commit the crime and 'imitate' it perfectly from the start, but instead he strangled the victim first and then tried to imitate it."

"This indicates that the killer's intention to imitate only emerged after the crime was committed, which is a very strange and abrupt situation."

"So, Mr. Ford suspects that someone instigated the murderer to do this?"

Ella was somewhat surprised.

Her reasoning based on the condition of the body—that it was a copycat crime to mislead the public—was almost identical to Ford's, but she never expected this layer to be present.

Behind the original perpetrator, there was actually an instigator hiding?

"Maybe I'm overthinking it, haha. After all, there are no concrete clues, it's just a wild guess."

Seeing Ella's worried expression, Ford quickly comforted her.

"Okay, after that, is there anything else I can help with regarding this case?"

Ella then asked.

"Oh, I can actually handle these things myself, so there's no need for you to bother."

But to Ella's surprise, Ford did not accept her help.

Perhaps not wanting to owe too many favors, Ella thought for a moment. Ford seemed to have mentioned before that he also had some connections in the Royal Canadian Mounted Police, so perhaps she didn't need to worry too much about the detective's situation.

Since that's what they've said, Ella figured she'd ask Ford to help with the Ripper case after he'd solved the Viscountess murder case.

Chapter 110 The Sanctuary and the Vampires

Following Greg's directions, Ella boarded the train to the Fog City Prison, located next to the Fog City Bridge, to see the Blood Servant she had captured the previous night.

Blood servants are a type of monster, but their original form was a human. They are bloodthirsty monsters that are transformed after being injected with the blood of vampires.

It's not uncommon for vampires to exist in the Kingdom of Valen. Some openly recognized vampire clans even have partnerships with the Valen royal family and reside in the Westminster district, west of the city.

However, it is rare to see barbaric vampires who indiscriminately create blood servants and attack passersby in the middle of the night. After all, the royal family regularly provides blood to the vampire clans living in Fog City through the hospital, and Fog City also has the Fog City Sanctuary and the Royal Police Station to manage security. Generally speaking, their attacks on ordinary people will only cause them unnecessary trouble.

The Fogbridge is located on the north bank of the Thames. Ella's original plan was to visit her colleagues at the Fogbridge first, but after this incident, Greg said that the Fogbridge was also sending people to the Fogbridge prison to check on the situation that morning, so they should arrange to meet there first.

Ella was too lazy to travel around anyway. She didn't mind, since it wasn't some important person visiting and needed the Sanctuary of the Mist to throw her a welcoming party.

However, the city center was bustling in the early morning, with cars and horses moving along the streets of the Thames, and horse-drawn carriages could only slowly follow the flow of traffic.

The Kingdom of Valen is not a particularly large human nation on the continent, but it is very inclusive, as evidenced by the fact that their royal family can maintain peaceful coexistence with vampires. This is perhaps a characteristic inherited from being a vassal state of the Tedhe Federation.

Therefore, dwarves or green-skinned orcs can often be seen driving strangely shaped carriages on the streets. However, the pointed-eared elves are rarely seen here, as they are extremely averse to the large chimneys of steam factories.

Arriving at the Flying City Prison, we found ourselves in an ancient and magnificent castle, next to the famous Flying City Bridge, a landmark on the Thames.

During wartime, this heavily guarded prison could also serve as a fortress at the bridgehead. However, placing this building, filled with a sense of desolation and bloodshed, in the bustling city center and blending it into the surrounding lively streets is perhaps a unique aspect of the urban planning of the Fog City.

Unlike the prisons in Loren, which are mostly located on the city walls and towers on the outskirts of the city or placed outside the city as separate fortresses.

With Greg leading the way, the carriage passed through the gates of the Fog City prison fortress without any hindrance, and Ella soon saw her Fog City Church colleagues in their priestly robes in the inner square, as well as a group of men in long black overcoats who were still holding umbrellas under the eaves in broad daylight.

"Ok?"

Gregor had obviously noticed this as well, and quickly turned his head slightly to Ella and whispered, "My lady, those should be vampires who have signed a treaty with the royal family... They are probably here to investigate the situation. They are not with the ones who attacked you last night, so please don't take it too seriously."

Ella's identity is that of a high-ranking member of the Holy Temple from Loren. Gregor is a little afraid that she will attack the vampires on sight. Some clergymen may seem harmless, but they will go on a killing spree once they see alien races that are close to the Chaos Realm.

and……

Greg recalled the scene last night when the blood servants knelt before Ella, and the large areas of burned walls he saw when cleaning up the site afterwards, as if the building had been sliced ​​open with a knife... He had a headache, and could only hope that these vampires would have better luck.

Fortunately, Ella wasn't the kind of fanatical believer Greg feared. She simply gave a slightly curious "Oh" and then walked forward calmly.