"So that was it..." Du Yu nodded.
No wonder "Jack the Ripper" had been so hard to catch. His true identity was a woman.
A depraved killer who only murdered middle-aged prostitutes was herself a middle-aged woman.
Looking at the horrifying corpse on the ground and the expressionless Lizzie, Du Yu and Shiranui Asuka felt a chill crawl up their backs.
This was a genuine psychopathic murderer, and Du Yu had never encountered one before. Chada and Ramla, however, seemed accustomed to such sights, their expressions perfectly composed.
Lizzie held a scalpel, presumably stolen from her husband. She slowly raised it and asked the group, "What are you doing here?"
"Oh, my lady." Chada raised his hands in a show of surrender. "Don't get worked up. We merely have some business to discuss with you."
"Business? I don't understand." Judging by Lizzie's expression alone, she seemed to have completely forgotten that she had just killed someone.
"This was your first murder. Not only was your technique clumsy, but you also left plenty of evidence at the scene." Chada surveyed their surroundings. "Give us another fifty pence, and we'll clean up the scene for you so the police can't find any trace of your involvement."
Lizzie studied Chada doubtfully, as though she could hardly believe him. "Why would you help me?"
"Simple. For money." Chada smiled faintly. "You're my client, and I can earn quite a bit from you. If I report you to the police, they won't pay me anything."
Lizzie visibly lowered her guard at that. Slowly lowering her arm, she said, "So that's it. I'll pay you, Miss Detective. If you discover my husband having an affair with another woman again, please be sure to tell me."
Chada nodded. "Of course. We already agreed on that."
Lizzie took