Why is My Second Dimension Weird?

The best ones are only at this level, how bad will it be when they are bad! ?

Let Xu Ming cook these ingredients by himself, which is ten times better than their chef.

It's a pity that Xu Ming's hiking bag had already been taken away by them when he was arrested, otherwise he could have used the biscuits he brought with him to deal with emergencies.

In order to preserve his strength, Xu Ming really had no choice but to pick up some vegetables and a piece of baked potato.

After lunch, Xu Ming lay down on the iron bed bored, and took out his mobile phone.

The equipment certified by the system can be directly collected into the system, but Xu Ming sometimes brings the equipment with him for the convenience of use.

When he was caught, Xu Ming immediately hid all the equipment on his body into the system.

Xu Ming fiddled with the phone screen casually, thinking about the clues and the next action in his brain.

An unpleasant stench filled the cell, constantly irritating his nostrils.

The cell here is not only damp, but also exudes a rancid smell, and I don't know how long it has not been cleaned properly.

It was quiet outside the cell, and occasionally the footsteps of prison guards patrolling could be heard.

The London police seemed to have temporarily given up their plans to learn about the case and clues from him, and simply threw him in the cell and ignored it.

Xu Ming clicked on the mission panel and looked at the goals of the trial missions, hoping to find some clues, and at worst, to clarify the goals.

——'Assassin' Class Trial: Fog Night Murderer (Difficulty: [-] Stars)

——Mission Objective: Stop the killing game of 'Jack the Ripper'.

There are two 'Jack the Ripper' that Xu Ming knows, one is the perverted murderer in real history, and the other is the white-haired loli in FGO.

Leaving aside the murderers in real history, what impressed Xu Ming the most about Little Jack Lolita in FGO was the Q version of the animation 'I kill your mother.gif'.

Since Xu Ming participated in the Holy Grail War, and the previous two class trials were also characters from FGO, Xu Ming has reason to believe that in this class trial, his opponent may also be the vicious and cold White-haired loli.

As a master, Jack the Ripper is very useful, but as an enemy, Jack the Ripper is particularly difficult to deal with.

No, as soon as Xu Ming entered the trial world, Little Jack Lolita gave him a prison package.

The objective of the mission is also clearly written - to prevent Jack the Ripper from killing people.

How to stop it?

Catch her, disable her, kill her, tame her... There are many ways, and it all depends on Xu Ming's own choice.

Obviously this is another trial mission with a high degree of freedom.

In addition, Xu Ming vaguely felt that this task might have a time limit.

The task requires him to stop Jack's killing game, but what if Jack stops the game halfway?

Since this is a game, there will be a game over time.

If Xu Ming can't stop Jack before the end of the game, the system will probably judge him to have failed the mission.

What Xu Ming needs to do most now is...find Jack the Ripper!

If no one can be found, the follow-up will naturally be ignored.

But this beginning is obviously not easy.

Xu Ming himself was locked in a cell, and the London police did not know when he would be released.

Besides, Jack the Ripper is extremely good at hiding, and it's not easy to find her.

In short, we must first find a way to get out of the prison.

If the incompetent London police delayed his release, he could only choose to force his way out.

Xu Ming kept thinking, and suddenly felt a strong drowsiness hit him.

Since he was arrested at night, he has been interrogated by different people, and he didn't close his eyes all night.

At this time, not long after eating, sleepiness suddenly came up.

Anyway, there was nothing to do in the cell, so Xu Ming lay down directly and began to recharge his batteries...

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Lady Chatterley entered a three-storey house near Whitechapel, East London, with contrived grace.

The corridor was very narrow, and the air was filled with an unpleasant smell mixed with urine and vomiting.

Lady Chatterley took out a handkerchief from her handbag with a disgusted expression, and covered her mouth and nose.

Although she herself was born in a slum, she vowed never to return to this ghostly place after she left here.

The pressure brought a strong motivation. After Mrs. Chatterley's continuous efforts, she is now a well-known courtesan, with more than a dozen high-quality special workers under her command.

Mrs. Chatterley's job is to introduce her special workers to some high-ranking people who can afford the price, so as to draw high commissions.

That's right, this seemingly well-dressed woman with an elegant temperament is a bustard, also known as a pimp.

In the past two days, the perverted murder incident near Whitechapel has caused panic throughout London.

Mrs. Chatterley took the risk to come near Whitechapel because one of her most popular girls has become more and more lazy recently, and often fails to complete the required performance.

Mrs. Chatterley suspected that the little Betty was trying to sneak away from her to work alone, so she deliberately concealed every harvest.

She knows very well that when some customers are very satisfied with their service, they tend to give more tips.

She turned a blind eye to these tips and didn't care about them.

But wanting to do it alone without her... Absolutely not.

These women are products that she carefully crafted, pouring her painstaking effort and cost into them.

They are the golden hens in Lady Chatterley's hands, how could they let go so easily?

Relying on the faint light, Mrs. Chatterley dexterously bypassed the piles of dirt, then stopped outside the door of a room in the corner of the third floor, and knocked on the door.

dong dong!

Soon the door opened... A beautiful woman opened the door with a smile.

"May I ask you to find..."

But she turned pale when she saw Mrs. Chatterley standing outside the door.

"Husband, madam."

The woman greeted in a low voice.

"Good night, my dear Christina~"

Lady Chatterley greeted in a very brisk tone, but with a chilling sneer on her face.

The woman named Christina asked cautiously:

"Ma'am, it's so late, what can I do?"

Lady Chatterley replied:

"Won't you invite me in?"

Christina bit her lip, with a look of hesitation on her face, and finally stepped aside.

"Come in, ma'am."

Christina led Mrs. Chatterley into the room.

This is a small apartment with only one room, about [-] square meters, with a table and a bed, which looks very simple.

However, there was a vase on the window sill, and the wildflowers that had just been picked today were inserted in the vase. Every corner was dotted with exquisite, small and cheap decorations, and the room was also cleaned very neatly.

All kinds of details make this small room full of the taste of 'home'.

There was another person in the room, a blond girl holding a doll.

The girl's appearance is eight or nine points similar to Christina, and she is probably her daughter.

After Mrs. Chatterley entered the room, the girl hid behind Christina, not daring to look at her.

Christina led Mrs. Chatterley to the table and sat down, and made her a cup of black tea.

Lady Chatterley turned her teacup, and suddenly said casually:

"I heard from Mr. Miles that you were late last night for your appointment."

Christina froze, and said hesitantly:

"There have been murderers around here recently, it's not safe to go out at night..."

Lady Chatterley placed her teacup heavily on the tray and let out a bang!sound.

The poor mother and daughter trembled suddenly, and they were too frightened to breathe out.

Lady Chatterley said with a sneer:

"Really? The murderer only came out on August 8th, but if I remember correctly, you have frequently missed appointments since two months ago, and the guests have great opinions.

Are you trying to shame me! "

"Do not……"

Christina argued without confidence.

Lady Chatterley stepped forward, and looked Christina's eyes hard.

Stared at by those slender gray-green eyes, Christina broke out in a cold sweat.

"Don't forget, I brought you out of the slum. Do you want to go back there?"

Thinking of that terrible slum, Christina's expression changed immediately, and she immediately shook her head.

"My dear Christina, don't try to betray me.

The last person who thought so sank under the Thames..."

Lady Chatterley's faint voice echoed in Christina's ears again, and her face was as pale as snow.

At this moment, Mrs. Chatterley suddenly looked at the girl behind Christina and smiled maliciously.

"Your daughter is already 12 years old this year. If you don't want to do it anymore, you can let your daughter take over from you..."

"No!"

Christina's reaction was extremely intense. She pushed Mrs. Chatterley away, stood in front of her daughter, and stared at her fiercely, like a lioness guarding her cub.