Why is My Second Dimension Weird?

Mrs. Chatterley's forehead was covered with cold sweat, and the sweat soon wet her back.

Her strong desire to survive makes her head spin fast

She soon recalled anecdotes from gossiping with the so-called upper class.

If you encounter a group of non-human aliens at night and are noticed by them, your soul will be taken to hell.

Only close to the wall, hold your breath, and silently pray for the blessing of the Lord in your heart.

At this time, Mrs. Chatterley has no choice but to grasp the only straw for survival.

So she didn't care about the dirtiness of the wall at all, and clinging to the wall, she kept meditating in her heart, praying for the blessing of the Lord.

Lady Chatterley was not a devout believer, she didn't even attend any church services, and she never prayed.

But at this moment, she became extremely devout.

clatter!clatter!

The sound of footsteps gradually got closer.

Mrs. Chatterley clung to the wall, gusts of cold wind blew her body, and the chill spread from the soles of her feet to her whole body, but she didn't dare to move.

The footsteps continued to approach, passed her, and continued to move upstairs.

After a while, the sound of footsteps changed from large to small, and seemed to have completely passed her side.

These horrible women didn't notice her!

Lady Chatterley's heart was suddenly filled with a sense of gratitude for her survival after the catastrophe.

She secretly vowed in her heart that she must become the most loyal believer of Jesus Christ.

Go to church tomorrow and donate a sum of money.

Those terrible footsteps have gradually disappeared, and there is silence in the corridor, only the occasional sound of a carriage passing by on the street.

Mrs. Chatterley let out a long breath, slowly stood up straight, and then lightly patted her dress twice.

At this time, she felt that something was wrong, and subconsciously turned her head to look.

Those women didn't leave at all!

They stood in a row on the second floor, each with a weird smile on their face, looking straight at her.

The babies in the women's arms stretched out pairs of pale little hands.

giggle!

The baby's laughter echoed in the empty corridor... When Xu Ming woke up, he found that it was almost dawn.

He actually slept all day! ?

No, he wasted the whole day.

And now he feels sore all over his body. Not only is the cell damp, but the bed board is made of iron, which is hard and cold.

Xu Ming couldn't help complaining wildly in his heart.

These European and American ghosts talk about human rights every day, but in the end they are the least human rights talkers.

That's right, as the saying goes: make up for what is lacking.

Only if you lack it, you will talk about it all day long.

This kind of rotten environment, if it wasn't for these guys last night, oh, it would be the night before now.

If they hadn't interrogated him the night before and made him exhausted, he probably wouldn't have slept so deeply.

Xu Ming waited for another hour or two. Seeing that the sky was already bright outside, the group of incompetent British policemen showed no intention of letting him go out.

There was a trace of anxiety on his face, if he didn't plan to let him out today, then he would have to force his way.

While it would have the police all over Britain on him, it was better than a mission failure.

As a last resort, he could only choose to flip the table.

Fortunately, Jesus took pity on the British and didn't give Xu Ming the chance to turn the tables.

Just when Xu Ming was hesitating when to do it to minimize the impact, there was a burst of messy footsteps.

"Is the prisoner you captured inside?"

A beautiful female voice came.

"Yes, sir."

Squeak!

Soon the outer cell door was opened, and the sound of footsteps gradually approached.

After a while, several figures appeared outside Xu Ming's cell.

Xu Ming looked curiously.

Several British policemen in old uniforms were surrounding a beautiful woman and looking at him through the iron fence of the cell.

Although many people appeared, Xu Ming raised his head and looked at her the first time.

Dark brown gentleman trousers, a vest of the same color over a white shirt, and a gentleman stick in his right hand.

A beautiful face, dark blue hair coiled behind the head, gray-green eyes flashing with a sharp gaze that makes people dare not look at them, people can't help but think of a predating falcon.

Elegant, capable and powerful.

This was Xu Ming's first impression of her.

One of the policemen who looked like the leader pointed at Xu Ming and said with a smile on his face:

"Ser Sherlock, it is he.

When we arrived the night before, he was alone with the body.After forensic autopsy, the deceased died about half an hour before we arrived, so..."

The beauty just looked Xu Ming up and down for a while, and then asserted firmly:

"not him."

A sheriff with a chubby face immediately argued cautiously:

"However, there is no one else at the scene, so his suspicion is the biggest..."

The beauty raised her eyebrows and her face became a little impatient.

"I already said it wasn't him.

There was another similar homicide last night, and the Asian was locked up all night last night.Unless he can walk freely through the walls, he has ample alibi. "

The sheriff shrugged.

"Maybe he knows some mysterious oriental spells."

The beauty immediately looked at him like an idiot.

"Then why is he coming back? Waiting to be sent to the gallows by you?"

The sheriff immediately fell silent.

"Maybe someone else is imitating the crime..."

Those present did not know who interjected.

The sheriff immediately cast a glare at the speaking officer.

Unexpectedly, the beauty nodded seriously.

"It is indeed possible. But..."

Then she changed the subject.

"The prisoner was clearly not him.

After the first homicide, there was a noticeable increase in the number of police officers patrolling around Whitechapel.

I have asked the patrol officers who were on duty nearby that night. They passed by three or 10 minutes before the body was found, when the victim was still alive.

That is to say, the prisoner must kill an adult woman within 10 minutes, and accurately cut open her chest cavity and take away her internal organs.

So the prisoner must be very proficient in surgery, and may even be a professional surgeon.

Look at his hands again. "

The beauty pointed to Xu Ming's hand and said:

"Surgeons often use their index fingers to hold the knife, but his index finger doesn't even have any calluses, so it's not the hand that holds the scalpel at all.

And surgeons are more or less clean freaks, this is an occupational disease, but look at him..."

The beauty pointed at Xu Ming's messy hair and said with contempt.

Her analysis was well-founded, and all the police officers immediately nodded their heads.

It's just that Xu Ming, as the person involved, feels complicated.

Beauty, you mean that I don't like cleanliness! ?

"Let him out."

said the beauty.

"But the chief said..."

The fat-faced sheriff showed embarrassment.

"This case has been taken over by me. This is an order from Her Majesty the Queen!"

As the beauty spoke, she took out a roll of beautifully crafted parchment from her bosom and slowly unfolded it.

Seeing the familiar royal emblem on the lower right corner of the parchment, the sheriff immediately stood at attention and saluted.

"God save the queen!"

Then he waved his hand.

"Let him out!"

A police officer immediately came forward with the key to open the cell door.

After clearing Xu Ming of the suspicion and ordering his release, this pretty woman with a background turned around and walked out of the cell.