Why is My Second Dimension Weird?

Both children looked lively and did not appear to have been chronically abused at all.

The investigation by the London police is obviously too one-sided and arbitrary.

Sure enough, the conversation with Ms. Sandra later also proved this point.

When Irene talked about one of Ms. Sandra's missing daughters, before Ms. Sandra could speak, the blond boy on the side suddenly interjected:

"My sister lives in Luton now~

She came back to visit us last week and brought us a lot of delicious food. "

Ms. Sandra glared at the boy.

"Don't interrupt when adults talk, children!"

The boy immediately pouted and stepped aside.

Ms. Sandra then turned her head to look at the crowd, and said coldly:

"I couldn't support three children by myself, so I sent Xinjila to the foster care of relatives in Luton. Is there any problem?"

After listening to Ms. Sandra's words, Detective George immediately understood that such a big oolong happened because the police investigation was not thorough enough, and he couldn't help coughing in embarrassment.

"Cough cough!"

Ms. Sandra has already seen that the police are suspecting that she has abandoned her child.

She was not a good-tempered person in the first place, she didn't mean to let it go, and said in a bad tone:

"I have letters from my daughter and relatives over there.

If the police still have doubts, they can go to Luton to investigate.

The address is at..."

As she spoke, she directly reported an address.

"What kind of attitude are you..."

Detective George was about to explode, but Irene stopped him immediately, and then looked at Ms. Sandra apologetically.

"I'm so sorry, ma'am.

We've figured out that 'Jack the Ripper' has a high probability of killing women who abandoned their children.

In order to stop him from continuing to kill, a detailed investigation must be carried out.

We are sorry for your inconvenience. "

Ms. Sandra was reassured by Irene's sincerity.

"It doesn't matter, anyway, I have been used to people talking about me behind my back for so many years.

But that Mr. Jack the Ripper, if he is really what you say, I will support him.

It is better for such a scumbag to die if he decides to bring a life into this world, but is unwilling to take on the responsibility of being a mother. "

Detective George was immediately bearded and stared at by her words, but because of Irene's presence, it was not easy to have a fit, so he could only turn his head to one side angrily.

Erin didn't get angry, but patiently explained.

"I personally support your idea, but this is not an excuse for Jack the Ripper to kill people in disregard of the law.

If everyone follows his example and lynches the criminals, the order of the whole society will collapse and become a jungle where the weak can prey on the strong. "

Xu Ming agreed with Irene's point of view.

The rule of law and rules are both restraint and protection, and people have never had absolute freedom.

Compared with the chaotic jungle society, Xu Ming prefers to live in a well-ordered society ruled by law.

The ancients said: It is better to be a dog of peace than to be a person in troubled times.

Common people living on the land of Africa have the best say on what a society without order and rule of law looks like.

"You are right. If I have any clues, I will provide them to the police."

Ms Sandra finally committed.

After leaving Ms. Sandra's house, Detective George said a little dejectedly:

"It turned out to be a waste of time.

hateful!Next time, let the little bunnies below investigate more carefully! "

He quickly turned the fire on his subordinates again.

"At least we ruled out one target."

Eileen seemed a little happy.

However, at this moment, a scream suddenly came from the building next door.

The faces of the crowd suddenly changed.

not good!problem occurs!

Everyone rushed to the building next door.

However, when they arrived, they only saw a disembowelled corpse lying quietly on the carpet, and a girl in a maid's outfit was limp beside her.

The blood was like a blooming flower, instantly blooming on the beautiful Persian carpet, making the already luxurious carpet even more gorgeous.

It's just that this flower is watered with human life.

Look no further, the victim is dead.

Irene frowned, stepped forward, took off her gloves, felt the body's temperature with her fingers, and then checked the body's other vital signs without hesitation.

Her expression immediately became ugly.

"The victim was dead within half an hour."

During this time, they happened to be talking with Ms. Sandra in the building next door. They did not expect that the murder happened just across the wall.

"Hey! Who are you! What is your relationship with the dead!?"

Detective George immediately began to question the maid.

From the mouth of the maid, everyone quickly learned the identity of the deceased.

"The name of the deceased was Matilda Foster, 35 years old. According to her maid, the deceased had only come out of the bathroom and returned to the bedroom half an hour ago, and hadn't come out since then.

Three minutes ago, the maid discovered that her master had died tragically in the bedroom..."

Irene's expression was ugly, and her eyes couldn't help showing a trace of frustration. Jack the Ripper actually chose to strike at a place separated from them by a wall, which was clearly provocative.

What's even more ironic is that they didn't notice it at all.

Officer George's expression suddenly became a little complicated.

"The deceased is not our monitoring target. She is not a special worker, but a third-class knight..."

Erin's body couldn't help but tremble.

According to Irene's reasoning, Jack the Ripper's targets were all special workers who had abandoned babies, and Jack the Ripper had indeed only targeted special workers before.

So their monitoring target has always been on that group of people.

Never expected that Jack the Ripper would change his rules this time and attack a down-and-out nobleman.

There were loopholes in the reasoning, and even one victim was almost killed right under their noses.

This made Erin suddenly very depressed.

Even when Detective George explained the case carefully, she seemed a little absent-minded. "...According to her maid's account, the deceased had as many as two-digit lovers during her lifetime, and she went to private clinics many times to secretly fall into tai."

My mistress died, and she was the only survivor in the family, so that poor maid was naturally regarded as the main object of suspicion.

The police officer in charge of the interrogation threatened a little, and the maid immediately said everything, even including the scandals and secrets that would ruin her master's reputation.

There is no doubt that this lady Matilda symbolizes 'lust', one of the seven deadly sins.

Detective George was talking, when he suddenly noticed that Irene's eyes seemed a little empty, with a slight flash of dissatisfaction in his eyes, but he still called out patiently:

"Sir? Sir, are you listening?"

"what."

Erin looked up in confusion.

Detective George's mouth twitched uncontrollably, his saliva just now was in vain.

"Mr. Detective, Sir Charlotte was exhausted all night last night. I think she is also tired. It is better to let her go back to rest first. As for the case file, I will give it to her."

Xu Ming quickly smoothed things over.

Xu Ming made up her own mind for her, and Irene looked absent-minded and did not express any objection.

"Then let's do that. We, the police, will continue to keep a close watch on the vicinity of the only remaining location."

Detective George saw that Irene's condition was really not very good, and the other party was a big celebrity in front of Queen Victoria. He didn't dare to press too hard, so he agreed.

Xu Ming took Irene, got into the carriage and drove towards 221B Baker Street.

In the carriage, Irene was still staring out the window blankly.

Xu Ming hesitated for a moment, and comforted him softly:

"It's not your fault, it's the police's mistake."

Xu Ming continued to comfort Irene when she didn't respond:

"I read the maid's statement, Matilda's family wine shop closed down five years ago, and she has completely lost her source of income.

Therefore, she relied on maintaining improper relationships between men and women with high-class people to obtain financial support to maintain a luxurious aristocratic life.

So she is essentially... still a special worker.

In addition, although Ms. Matilda's family has declined, she is still an aristocrat after all, and the police may not be able to find out the privacy of these aristocrats..."

Hearing Xu Ming's excuse, Irene sat up straight.

Just when Xu Ming thought she wanted to open it, Irene suddenly spoke.

"If... grandfather is here, he must have caught the prisoner."

Xu Ming opened his mouth, but was speechless.