Why is My Second Dimension Weird?

The sheriff quickly followed.

"Sir Sherlock, we have visited the residents near Whitechapel as you ordered..."

A group of people gradually disappeared.

The cell door was also opened.

The policeman said to Xu Ming coldly:

"you can go now."

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Sir Sherlock walked out of the London Metropolitan Police Station with a black windbreaker in his hand, and walked towards a carriage parked by the side of the road with a little disappointment on his face.

"Ma'am, please stay."

Just then, a man's voice came.

As soon as Sir Sherlock turned his head, he saw Xu Ming carrying a mountaineering bag and looking at her with a smile on his face.

"It's you!"

A look of surprise flashed across the beauty Sir's face, but she quickly returned to indifference.

"May I ask what you can do?"

Xu Ming smiled slightly.

"I thought I might be able to help you solve this case."

However, Sir Sherlock was very indifferent.

"Thank you for your kindness, but please allow me to refuse. I am used to investigating cases alone."

Xu Ming didn't back off because of her attitude of rejecting others thousands of miles away.

"The incompetent London police can't help you, but maybe I, a foreigner who knows a little oriental magic, can help you..."

What Xu Ming said next caused the beauty Sir's face to change slightly.

"After all, even the great detective Sherlock Holmes needs an assistant like Dr. Watson, doesn't he~"

The beautiful sir narrowed her eyes, and she began to re-examine the strangely dressed young man in front of her.After a while, the beautiful lady nodded.

"You're right, I do need a 'useful' assistant."

Xu Ming immediately understood what the beauty said.

He smiled confidently.

"It will not let you down."

Soon, Xu Ming got into Sir Sherlock's carriage under the curious eyes of passers-by.

"Tell me, stranger. What is your so-called 'magic spell' that can help me solve the case?"

Sir Sherlock put an accent on 'spell' on purpose.

Judging from her expression, she obviously didn't believe what Xu Ming said.

"I have a camera."

Sir Sherlock thought for a while, then nodded very seriously.

"Okay, stranger. I really need a qualified photographer to keep the scene intact so that I can analyze the case."

Since the invention of the camera, in addition to preserving the most precious memories for the photographer, it has also been widely used in detectives.

Crime scenes do get damaged over time, but photos don't.

Therefore, in solving a case, although various on-site photos are inconspicuous, they are necessary for solving the case, and the photos will also be used as evidence in court.

So, Sir Sherlock did need a photographer to assist her.

Xu Ming smiled and did not speak. He directly picked up the phone, pointed it at Sir Sherlock, turned off the flash, and pressed the shutter button.

Click!

The soft sound immediately aroused her curiosity.

"what are you doing?"

Xu Ming directly showed her the high-definition color photo on the phone.

In later generations, this is just an ordinary selfie, but the picture quality is slightly higher, but it made Sir Sherlock stare at the photo with his eyes widened.

After a while, she exhaled lightly, and looked at Xu Ming with complicated eyes.

"I thought maybe I should write a letter of recommendation to the Royal Academy."

Xu Ming shrugged.

"I'm not interested in being a scientist."

Then he casually said in a joking tone:

"And this is a magical 'Oriental spell', only I can use it."

A very strange expression appeared on Sir Sherlock's face.

For a while, the carriage fell silent.

After a while, Sir Sherlock sat up straight.

"By the way, I seem to have forgotten to introduce myself. My name is Irene Sherlock, Sir First Class, Special Advisor to the Metropolitan Police.

But people prefer to call me - Sherlock Holmes III! "

(Holmes was born in 1854 and was only in his thirties in 1888. Unfortunately, what I need is a female offspring of Sherlock Holmes as a supporting role, so the active age of Sherlock Holmes has been brought forward. I hereby explain.)

Miss Sherlock Holmes III on the opposite side stretched out her hand to Xu Ming.

There was a hint of understanding in Xu Ming's eyes, and then he reached out and took her hand very naturally.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Miss Irene. My name is Xu Ming, and I'm from Chongguo."

Irene blinked at Xu Ming suddenly.

"Let us get along well, Doctor Watson~"

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Xu Ming also had his own considerations for taking the initiative to approach this Sherlock Holmes III.

Obviously, for this trial task, if you want to get a higher evaluation, you can't do it recklessly.

But it would be troublesome for him to investigate on his own.

As a black-haired and black-eyed stranger, it is difficult for him to walk a single step in London, let alone get in and out of the murder scene and investigate clues.

But the appearance of Irene brought him a turning point.

The brief contact let Xu Ming know immediately that this Miss Holmes III is a bigwig, especially in London's police force.

As long as he can hug her thigh, he can go in and out of the murder scene, and even get a lot of convenience.

At least, finding Jack the Ripper was no problem.

As for eating soft food and hugging thighs, Xu Ming said...he is very experienced!

He wasn't even the slightest bit embarrassed about this kind of thing.

Can simply get a higher rating, isn't it delicious?

His sister is now in a deep sleep, he chooses to hug the other thigh to complete the task more easily, is there anything wrong?

They are all thighs, which one is not a hug?

After half an hour.

While Xu Ming was in deep thought, the two arrived at the famous No. 221B Baker Street in a carriage.

This is a typical Victorian style, four-story detached building with an attic.

Irene directly brought Xu Ming to the study.

The study room was full of various materials. Xu Ming glanced at them and found that they were all case files.

However, although there are a lot of things, they don't look messy at all, on the contrary they are very tidy, which shows that the owner of the study is a very serious person.

There is also a board in the study, on which is a detailed map of downtown London, black and white photos are pinned to different locations on the map, and marked next to it.

Xu Ming observed for a while, and found that these high-definition unencoded photos were the on-site photos of the victims in the 'Jack the Ripper' case.

Even if it's just a blurry black-and-white photo, the horrible scene of blood dripping still makes people feel extremely disgusting.

At this time, Irene took out a brand new photo from her arms, drew it on the map, and then pinned it.

Xu Ming leaned over curiously.

In that photo, a lady in a high-end long dress collapsed in the corridor, her chest was wide open, and part of her internal organs were thrown out. Her terrified expression seemed to be completely frozen on her face.

The picture was too harsh, so Xu Ming decisively looked away so that he could still eat today.

But I saw Irene staring at the photo without changing her expression, flipping through the notepad in her hand, and whispering in her mouth at the same time.

"This time I lost my intestines, as expected..."

Xu Ming asked curiously:

"Is this a new victim from last night?"

Irene, whose train of thought was interrupted, immediately glared over fiercely.

Immediately afterwards, she seemed to have suddenly remembered something, her eyes became softer, she sighed, and began to explain.

"That's right, the deceased's name was Jacqueline Chatterley, and she was... a broker who introduced some women with poor financial status to men in London's upper class."

Perhaps a little ashamed to speak, Irene was a little vague.

But Xu Ming understood as soon as he heard it, this lady is a pimp, oh, she is targeting the high-end market in London, according to a more elegant term, she should be called a broker.

Erin continued to introduce the case.

"She was found dead in the hallway this morning by residents of the apartment.

After forensic autopsy, it was roughly determined that the time of her death was between 11 o'clock last night and early morning.