The Split-Actress in Conan's World

Since they arrived at the game late at night, they didn't have to wait too long and the sun rose in the early morning.

The fog in the early morning was lighter than at night, but still very thick.

There were gradually more and more cars and horses on the street.

Several people are now resting on the grass next to the White Church.

"This is the lawn where the second victim was found." Haibara Ai said softly, gazing at a piece of grass that looked bare due to being cut down.

Mao Lilan felt a chill on her back.

Conan walked to the main building of Whitechapel and looked at the notice on the wall.

“There will also be a parent-child charity gathering on the second Saturday in October.”

"Come to think of it, September 9th is also a Saturday, right?" Chiyoko walked over with dark circles under her eyes and yawned, "That's the day the second case happened."

"Why do you look like you're about to die?" Conan was frightened when he saw him like this, fearing that he would collapse before finishing his sentence.

"What do you think?" Chiyoko rolled her eyes at him listlessly, but it seemed harmless because it was too weak.

"It takes too much energy to use this child's body for fighting, and there's no place to sleep."

"You can just make do on the lawn." Conan took a nap on the lawn for a few hours.

"Come on, I'm sure you'll have a headache when you wake up. Compared to that, I'll just be a little more sleepy."

Chiyoko said this and yawned again with his mouth wide open. Conan could see the deep resentment in his eyes.

When he walked back to the lawn and found a good place to sit down, Huiyuan Ai beside him said softly: "If you use clothes as a cushion, it won't be too uncomfortable to sleep."

She pointed to the white dress she was wearing.

Chiyoko shook her head: "The dress is hard, no different from the land."

Fortunately, not long after, newsboys began to appear on the street one after another, carrying stacks of freshly printed newspapers under their arms.

"Jack the Ripper appears again!" the newsboy shouted as he ran from one end of the street to the other. Occasionally, when he met a gentleman who was interested but did not have the habit of subscribing to newspapers, he would stop and sell a copy to him.

Conan reached out to stop a newspaper boy: "Please give me one."

"Okay! Chenghui, 80 yen."

Good thing, I don’t even have to change currency.

Conan took out a few coins from his pocket and handed them to him, then took a newspaper.

Seeing this, Chiyoko nudged the distracted Haibara Ai with her arm and asked, "Does this count as an in-game purchase?"

"......?" A question mark appeared on Haibara Ai's head, not understanding his train of thought.

Mao Lilan and Moroboshi Hideki had already stood up and came over to look for it in the newspaper together.

As the most professional newspaper in London, The Times is very attentive in its newspaper design. The team quickly found the most suspicious piece of news in the business column.

"Going to clean the stage at the Opera House tonight, M to J."

"This should be it, the message from Professor Moriarty to Jack the Ripper."

Mao Lilan thought for a moment and said, "Does it mean that he should kill the actors who are performing on stage?"

Hearing this, Conan flipped the newspaper a few pages forward and said, "Got it."

An announcement that filled a single page in the newspaper.

"Triumph performance!"

"Idol of the Walters Royal Opera, performed by Irene Adler."

When Conan saw this name, his heart skipped a beat.

Professor Moriarty wouldn't be so exaggerated...

"Who is she?" asked Hideki Moroboshi.

"It is said that she is the only woman Holmes has ever loved." Mao Lilan thought for a moment.

"In other words, the order means to kill the woman that Holmes admires." Huihara Ai concluded.

Chiyoko took out the last bubble gum from her pocket, stared at it reluctantly, and finally put it in her mouth. "So the professor said it was assistance, but it was actually a challenge."

"If we don't stop Jack the Ripper, Eileen will die."

"Let's go to the opera house now." Conan looked up at Big Ben, and the hands were already pointing to fifteen.

A few people bought a bouquet of flowers from a street child and went to the opera house.

This opera house is already an old building, and its red copper brick walls still seem to have a unique medieval flavor.

Along the way, many staff members passed by them, but few actors in gorgeous clothes were seen.

After some inquiries, they found out that there was a lounge inside.

Actors do not need to rehearse on the day of the performance, but instead need better rest to adjust their mindset.

After thanking the staff, they continued walking inside.

"You will have to stop if you go any further, kids." A bearded uncle in a suit stopped them and reminded them in a kind tone.

"We are friends of Irene Adler. We learned that she will be performing on stage today, so we came here to encourage her." Mao Lilan said according to the words they had agreed upon before.

She is the only one in the group with an adult body type, so what she said is more convincing.

"Are you Miss Irene's friends?"

"Yes!" Conan held up the bouquet in his hand, "Excuse me, where is the lounge?"

The bearded uncle considered for a moment and finally stepped aside.

"It's the one in the front with the poster, but remember not to disturb other people too much," he warned symbolically.

It was not far away, and everyone soon arrived at the door of the room he was talking about. There was a picture covering the entire door. The picture showed the Virgin Mary wearing a wreath and stroking a white dove.

Tuk Tuk.

Mao Lilan knocked on the door gently.

"Come in." A pleasant response came from the room.

Conan held the flowers in one hand and opened the door with the other, "Excuse me."

In the warmly decorated lounge, a figure with smooth brown hair sat on a teacup chair, putting on makeup in front of a mirror.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, she put down the wooden comb in her hand, stood up to receive the guest, and her gorgeous tasseled skirt swayed like clouds, highlighting her extraordinary temperament.

"Shinichi's mother?!" Mouri Ran said in surprise when she saw her face turned around.

"How rude! I'm still single." Irene gently fiddled with the hem of her fluffy skirt and twisted her slender waist slightly. When she heard what Mao Lilan said, she closed her eyes and looked a little unhappy.

But soon she smiled brightly again and said to Conan playfully, "To be precise, I became single again after my divorce."

"This is the bouquet of flowers that Sherlock Holmes sent you." Conan stepped forward and presented the bouquet to her.

"Thank you." Irene happily hugged the bouquet with both hands.

She looked behind them. "Where's Holmes?"

Mao Lilan quickly lied: "Holmes was looking forward to your stage performance tonight, but he was busy investigating a case, so he couldn't come."

"Really? What a pity." Although Irene said it was a pity, there was no regret on her face.

"Please stop your performance tonight!" Conan's expression was very serious.

Irene was surprised by the child's reaction, her red lips slightly parted, and she looked at Conan.

"Holmes's old enemy, Professor Moriarty, has sent assassins to kill you!"

"Why do you want to kill me?" Irene tilted her head and fiddled with the sunflowers in the bouquet.

Mao Lilan spoke nervously, her voice a little hurried: "Because he wants to see the sad expression on Holmes' face when he lost you!"

"Really?" Irene chuckled and pursed her lips, her fingertips tucking the hair around her ears.

"I want to see it, too."

"How sorry will Holmes be for me?"

Looking at her, she didn't seem to be in a hurry at all, but rather looking forward to it.

"Does it really not matter? You might become the fifth victim of Jack the Ripper." Mao Lilan became anxious, but looking at Irene's relaxed look, her heart was inexplicably filled with peace, which made her very conflicted.

"You will protect me, right?" Irene smiled calmly, "In place of Holmes."

"This woman is really brave." Hideki Moroboshi leaned over and whispered to Conan.

Conan was also a little helpless.

There's nothing I can do about it, that's just her personality.

He knows it very well.

......

Professor Lecter sat upstairs, where the VIP seats of the opera house were specially prepared for distinguished people. They were all single rooms, separate from the rows of seats in the lobby.

On the stage, Irene Adler's blue-purple tasseled dress looked even more elegant under the cold light, like a black swan having fun at night.

The beautiful singing echoed in the theater.

"If there is a boat sailing to the deep sea, with brilliant gems and gold adorning its prow, it would be perfect for Miss Irene to sing on it."

“There can be no sail on the mast, let it drift with the waves, and let fate guide it in an unknown direction.”

"Only this kind of ending is worthy of this lady."

"What do you say, little Jack?"

Professor Lecter leaned on his cane with both hands and spoke softly, not wanting to disrupt the wonderful atmosphere.

Behind him, a tall and thin figure stood in the shadows, his wide robe almost covering half of his body.

"You are right."

The figure spoke, and his hoarse voice made people think it was the growl of a wild beast.

However, Professor Lecter shook his head, not at all satisfied by his approval.

"No, it's too calm. It may shock the audience for a moment, but as time goes by, it will gradually fade away in people's hearts and become a unique but boring performance."

“It has to be crazy enough that anyone who sees it for the first time will never forget it, and the fear will be deeply engraved in their hearts, so that they will wake up from terror every quiet night and will never be able to fall asleep again.”

"It must be grand enough. Death is a grand tribute. The more profound the sense of ritual, the more it will scare people. You must make them fear you as they fear death, and love you as they love God."

"Do you think so, little Jack?"

The tall, thin black figure just remained silent.

“The brutal act of disembowelment is the most special calling card, and the fire caused by the explosion is the best choice to announce one’s existence.”

"You want people to know about Jack the Ripper, you want them to fear Jack the Ripper, you want them to remember Jack the Ripper."

"It's a good idea."

"From now on, you don't have to be afraid of me. Just do what you want."

Professor Lecter waved his hand casually and took a sip of his tea.

There was no one in the shadow behind him.

After a long while, he muttered to himself thoughtfully: "Because of the experience of being abandoned in childhood, I fell into a morbid sense of crisis and obsessively sought eternity..."

He sighed, put down his teacup and stood up from his seat.

"Everyone knows how terrible Jack the Ripper was..."

"But no one knows that your name isn't even Jack."

He turned and left the cubicle, his back silent.