Why is My Second Dimension Weird?

For a moment, the atmosphere between the two became very tense.

Facing the aggressive gaze of Formosa III, Xu Ming looked at her without showing any weakness.

He himself really has nothing to do with the case, he is open-minded and naturally fearless.

The two looked at each other for a long time, and Irene let out a long sigh.

"Well, let's just call it a 'coincident'."

Seeing that Irene didn't pursue it anymore, Xu Ming couldn't help but secretly heaved a sigh of relief.

Unexpectedly, Erin's eyes suddenly became sharp.

"But you must ensure that nothing you conceal is illegal."

Influenced by her, Xu Ming also looked serious.

"I promise."

"It's better to be like this. If I find that you have embarked on a criminal path, in the name of Holmes, I will definitely arrest you!"

Said Holmes III.

After that, Xu Ming had the cheek to propose to Irene to live here temporarily.

After all, he only has yen, no pound, and he is still a foreigner, so it is difficult to find a suitable place to stay.

Anyway, one bowl of soft rice is also eaten, and two bowls are also eaten, so it is better to have another bowl.

Eileen agreed without saying anything.

Therefore, Xu Ming temporarily settled down in this world-famous Baker Street 221B.

It wasn't until lunch time that Xu Ming found out that in this four-story house, apart from Irene, there was only one old housekeeper named Wallace taking care of Irene's daily life.

At the same time, Xu Ming also discovered that this famous detective lady who inherited the name of the great detective Sherlock Holmes and was awarded a knighthood by the Queen of England herself has some...'informal' in her life.

For Xu Ming who moved in suddenly, the old housekeeper showed no enthusiasm, and just casually said that he should prepare more food.

Unexpectedly, it was this sentence, but it brought back bad memories for Xu Ming.

After thinking about it, he quietly followed the old housekeeper to the kitchen to observe his cooking skills.

Seeing the old butler's typical British approach, Xu Ming finally couldn't bear it, grabbed the pot and spatula decisively, and took over the responsibility of cooking.

So after lunch, Sherlock Holmes III announced that Xu Minglai would be in charge of all future meals.

Xu Ming readily agreed.

He wants to eat soft food, not free food, and it doesn't matter if he does what he can.

Of course, he will never admit that he has had enough of the devastation of British cuisine.

In the afternoon, Irene took Xu Ming to visit some people near the White Church.

With keen insight, Erin identifies some women who might be targeted by the murderer.

But she still didn't find any useful clues.

Xu Ming knew that her efforts were in vain.

If it was Jack the Ripper in history, he might have been captured and brought to justice by this shrewd Sherlock Holmes III long ago.

It's a pity that her opponent is not a human, but a collection of resentful spirits.

Previous experience is completely useless.

All efforts are in vain.

After a busy day, the exhausted two returned to their mansion on Baker Street in a carriage.

Night once again shrouded the bustling city.

Unfortunately, tonight is another one suitable for hunting...

Foggy night.

In the early hours of the morning, the thick white fog once again covered this ancient and prosperous city with a thick layer of white gauze.

Peder Rose, who had just finished receiving guests, walked down the street towards the house.

The heels make a series of clicks when they step on the uneven stone road!clatter!Voice.

The voice echoed in the mist, far and near, as if there were many people on the street who returned late like her.

But when I looked again, there was no one on the foggy street...

"Cough cough!"

The pungent smell hidden in the dense fog made Rose cough twice.

She casually pulled the scarf up a little, hoping that the thick cotton cloth could block the smell, and at the same time quickened her pace.

The sound of messy footsteps echoed in the thick fog, spreading far away.

At this moment, out of the corner of Rose's eye, she saw a short figure standing in the corner opposite the street, but the fog was too thick, and she could only see a rough outline.

Rose didn't pay much attention.

Whose little ghost doesn't take good care of it, and is still wandering outside at such a late hour.

She muttered something in her heart, she continued to walk forward without stopping, and quickly left that figure behind.

After another two blocks, Rose saw a short figure standing across the street again.

This time, the figure stood directly beside the street, separated from Rose by a not-so-wide road.

It seemed to be a little girl wearing a shabby white gauze dress, holding a shabby doll in her hands.

The little girl's dress was covered with brown mud and dark green moss, and there were some dark water plants wrapped around her ankles.

The fog filled the air, and the little girl's face was just covered by the thick fog, making it hard to see clearly.

On the contrary, the doll Rose in the little girl's hand could see more clearly. It was a blond doll in a white dress.

This doll seems to have been a few years old. The dress on the body has faded, and there are several holes. Part of the face is also painted. The painted skin is peeling off like human skin, revealing the black substance underneath.

The doll's eyeballs were large, with deep luster reflected in the dark eyeballs, and there was a smile on her face, but this dilapidated appearance made the smile look extremely strange.

Rose couldn't help feeling a little shuddering.

She subconsciously quickened her pace, and quickly left the little girl behind.

When she crossed a street intersection, she couldn't help but look back.

The little girl was still standing there.

It's just that Rose felt a faint line of sight falling on her through the fog.

Rose didn't dare to look any more, and quickly turned her head and walked quickly towards home.

However, just as she turned her head, she found a petite figure that she was very familiar with suddenly appeared not far in front of her.

It was still the shabby dress covered in mud and water, and the Sneaky Doll was held on the chest by a pair of small hands.

This time Rose saw clearly.

The little girl's face was pale, and her blond hair was wet and loose, with water dripping from the ends of her hair.

This weird little girl stood in front of Rose, watching her quietly.

Rose couldn't help but feel chills in her heart.

How did she get here?Rose's hasty footsteps stopped suddenly.

The little girl in front of her and the doll in her hand stared at her with weird smiles at the same time.

The lights of the buildings on both sides were all extinguished, and the occasional passing carriage disappeared.

The foggy streets were surrounded by silence, as if there was no one there.

Rose's occlusal muscles trembled involuntarily, and the upper and lower teeth collided and rattled continuously!the sound of.

Great fear enveloped her whole body like this mist.

She has seen this little girl before!

Not tonight, but half a year ago!

When she saw that familiar little face, the memories that she had forced herself to forget suddenly turned up like mud at the bottom of the river...

clang!

Rose kicked the street lamp hard.

Her face was full of anger, and she walked forward aggressively holding her skirt, still muttering in a low voice.

"What's 'I hit it off with Miss Janet'? Isn't it because I hate that my old lady is not as young as that coquettish fox?

Tired of playing now, just want to kick my old lady away?dream! "

Rose gritted her teeth and complained, her expression gradually distorted, and her beautiful face also became ferocious.

Jealousy overwhelmed her.

At this time, she saw a blond girl in a white dress in front of her, holding a doll and looking at her with fear.

"Damn brat! What are you looking at!"

Rose stared at the little girl fiercely, and roared fiercely.

The fire of jealousy ignited by his colleagues suddenly spewed out like magma.

Especially the glamorous dress of the little girl deeply stimulated Rose's fragile and inferior heart.

Why! ?

I work hard every day to please those damned smelly men with my body, and when they get tired of playing with them, they kick me away!

The bloody brat doesn't have to do anything but wear the best clothes and play with the best toys!

Why! ?

Jealousy slowly eroded her heart like venom, and vicious thoughts ignited like flames splashed with gasoline.

She raised her head abruptly and quickly scanned the surrounding environment.

This is a back alley, with a row of buildings on one side and an artificial river about four or five meters wide on the other.