The red-light district wasn't suitable for children.

Sherlock wanted to say that, but when he thought that the girl might pester him endlessly, he felt impatient. He got up and left with Davis, saying calmly, "Up to you."

Davis glanced at Libella with a gentle smile in his eyes. "Is Libella really coming?"

"Davis," Libella was helpless. She immediately walked a few steps to Davis's side and whispered, "Mr. Sherlock Holmes, it's fine if you don't know, but you don't know that I'm not —"

She blinked her big eyes and said, "I'm not like that."

Sherlock wasn't interested in their whispers, but he was interested in the victims who might appear in the warehouse.

Although the victims might be dead, in that case, it couldn't be said to have been committed on the 20th. This was different from the time predicted by the Ripper.

Davis smiled, took Libella's hand, and pulled her into his arms.

Of course, he believed that Libella wasn't a child, but her appearance was like that. Therefore, his attitude didn't mean that other people's attitudes would be the same.

Libella understood what he meant, so she tried to lean in his direction.

Mr. Sherlock Holmes was a good-looking man. Naturally, he won the favor of many ladies when he suddenly visited such a place. They stared at Sherlock as if they wanted to eat him alive.

Libella was very unhappy with these "goldfish". She even imagined how Sherlock wanted to leave at this moment, but because he didn't know where the warehouse was, he could only follow the old people and children next to him.

Of course, in the eyes of these women, she and Davis were proper old people and children.

Libella pouted.

Sherlock looked at the ladies who were about to pounce on him and pursed his lips. He glanced at Libella, who was rolling her eyes, and an idea formed in his mind.

Suddenly, Libella felt her body become lighter. She cried out in surprise and was forcefully hugged in someone's arms.

"I'm sorry." Sherlock's voice was frightening and almost heartbreaking. "I'm sorry to disturb you. Has anyone seen the child's mother?"

Davis, who was in the know: "…"

Stage prop Libella: "…"

Sherlock: "I heard that my lover works here. Have you seen her before? She has long brown hair and she plays the cello. I love her so much, but she hasn't been home for two days. I really want to see her. Can you … tell me …"

Libella didn't care whose neck she was clinging onto and only looked at him quickly.

Observing closely, Libella couldn't help but sigh. The Movie King's expression was really on point. From his eyes to his tone, there was nothing that didn't break one's heart. If Libella was a bystander, she would definitely believe it.

But she's not:)

Libella's whole body stiffened.

Thus, the ladies who came over with shining eyes more or less showed disappointed expressions. A few of them directly snorted and left, but there were also some who greeted him awkwardly and then said that they didn't know this person.

The infatuated Mr. Movie King looked disappointed, but he refused to give up. He hugged his daughter and continued to look for his wife.

Just as Libella was about to complain, a slightly worried woman suddenly came over. She didn't keep her eyes on the handsome Movie King, but stared at Libella. She was so absent-minded that she almost reached out to touch Libella's face.

Sherlock said calmly, "Have you seen my wife?"

The woman was stunned when she heard this voice. She then came back to her senses and forced a smile. "Yes, sir. If you're talking about a woman wearing a nude dress and carrying a cello case, then I've seen …"

Sherlock raised his eyebrows and put Libella down. Libella almost lost her balance, but fortunately, Davis supported her.

After Libella steadied herself, she looked up and smiled at Davis, then looked at Sherlock and the woman.

"She came here two days ago with a cello case and passed by here."

"How many days ago is two days ago? Can you be more precise?" He asked in detail.

However, the woman seemed to be a little confused by Sherlock's sudden change of attitude, but she still said, "About … the night of the 16th. It was very late that day."

"Very late …" Sherlock was deep in thought, then he asked, "Where did she go?"

"I'm … not sure …" the woman replied with a frown.

Since he couldn't get any information out of her, Sherlock didn't say anything more. He thanked her and was about to leave, but he was obviously still thinking. Libella watched him leave, then looked up and saw that the woman was still looking at her, so she asked, "Sorry, can I have your name and contact information?"

"Huh?"

Sherlock walked away, and Davis was still waiting for Libella to finish recording before he caught up with Sherlock. Davis asked her, "Why do you want her contact information?"

"Sherlock asked her," Libella replied casually. "What if this woman's words are important testimony?

It'll be convenient to contact her for evidence. "

Davis smiled and rubbed her head. "Thank you for your hard work, little detective."

Uh …

Libella smiled embarrassedly.

Sherlock stopped again, waiting for the two to catch up with him before he continued walking on the street. These people obviously knew about Sherlock's movements, so when they walked past, they didn't cause much of a commotion.

Libella gave the contact information recorded in the notebook to Sherlock, who looked back at her and didn't say much. He only said, "You're too skinny. Do you weigh forty kilograms?"

She shouldn't be …

Libella pinched her arm in distress. She was indeed too skinny. Not only did it make her look like a child, but it also seriously affected her physique. She had to make up for it when she had the chance.

Logically speaking, although she was a little short, she didn't look like Sherlock's daughter.

While she was still feeling depressed, Sherlock opened his mouth again.

"Libella, is the murderer Davis?"

Libella was stunned and looked up in surprise. Davis was still next to her. Why did he ask this question?

"No," Libella replied. "Definitely not."

"I remember you said that the murderer was wearing red clothes," Sherlock said, then stopped. Davis also stopped.

"There are many people wearing red clothes," Libella said sullenly. "The person just now was also wearing red clothes, and Nina Hathaway was also wearing red clothes. It's definitely not Davis …"

Davis smiled and didn't take it to heart. He had always been good-tempered.

Libella sighed again.

However, they didn't know how many turns they had taken before they entered this small alley. It was dark here, and they could occasionally hear moans from sex. It seemed that this was a residential area.

Libella didn't feel anything strange. She continued to walk forward with Davis and Sherlock.

The alley was very narrow, only allowing two people to pass through. Another person wouldn't be able to pass through, so the three of them had to split up. Libella walked in between the two of them, with Sherlock in front and Davis behind her, carefully reminding her to walk.

After a while, they finally walked to the end of the alley. Libella could see an open space in front of her. Sherlock, who was walking in front, moved faster.

Suddenly, Libella heard a "crunching" sound, like a beast chewing something.

Then suddenly, a layer of fine skin peeled off from the wall on her right, revealing a few Chinese words. Seeing this scene, she wanted to scream, but she swallowed it.

Sherlock and Davis didn't seem to feel anything.

Libella had a hunch. She carefully looked at the words on the wall, and then a familiar narration sounded in her ears.

[What's in the deepest part of the alley?

It's despair, death, and indescribable darkness. It was as if someone was manipulating everything, and there was no power to reverse the passing of life.

Libella continued forward, and forward again.

The front of the alley opened up.

Libella had never seen such a situation. There was a woman lying there. Her limbs were all broken, and she was lying on the ground in a strange position. It was as if those weren't her limbs. Such a tragic situation often happened to ghosts that she could see.

But now, such pain was happening to a living person.

Libella stood there in shock, unable to react. That was a person. That was a person. That was a person who was about to die. That was a —

Half-human, half-ghost … thing.]

The mottled words on the wall seemed to be something only she could see. Wherever the narration read, it would appear on the words. Such a scene reminded her of when she first came to this world. At that time, the clouds above her head gathered and dispersed like this, and only she could see such a scene.

She fell silent. Finally, the words on the wall stopped at the last line.

[— — Natural Born Criminal — Ripper.]

Sure enough, the place Sherlock found was where the victim was.

As the narration said, Sherlock had stopped and stood at the door of the warehouse. Libella retracted her gaze, and at the same time, she heard a sentence.

Sherlock said to them calmly, "Don't come in."

"Okay." Davis subconsciously pulled Libella back, as if he knew that she would definitely go in.

Even with the narration's advance warning, when Libella's gaze met the … tragic situation in the warehouse, she couldn't help but be shocked.

Sure enough …