In the Whitechapel district of London's East End, a dense fog hung like a heavy gray curtain, shrouding the entire neighborhood completely. The streetlamps cast a faint, flickering glow through the mist, as though they might be swallowed by the darkness at any moment. The area was steeped in poverty, crime, and despair, and whenever night fell, danger followed like a shadow.
The young detective Oliver Wilde, dressed in a long black trench coat and wearing a deerstalker cap, moved through the maze-like alleys. His gaze was as sharp as a falcon's, missing not a single trace. Recently, a series of bizarre murders had occurred in Whitechapel; all the victims were young women who had died horribly, their throats slit, their abdomens cut open, and their organs missing. The police were completely clueless, and the case had reached a deadlock. Relying on his keen powers of observation and unique deductive reasoning, Oliver was determined to uncover the truth behind this series of bloody crimes.
That night, Oliver received a tip from an informant that clues related to the case might be found near the docks. He immediately headed to the piers, where the air was thick with the stench of seawater and decay. Massive cargo ships loomed in the fog like sleeping leviathans. Oliver searched the docks thoroughly until, suddenly, he heard a faint cry for help coming from an abandoned warehouse. Carefully approaching the building, he pushed the door open, and a pungent wave of blood rushed ove…
Chapter 249