[Zhongyingmei] The clown is actually me

"Okay...you run so fast!" Zhu Xingxiushu was shocked by Jack's skill. He jumped up and down on the falling boulders like a rabbit, avoiding the collapsed walls and stones with incomparable flexibility, and his body was soft. Light as a girl, "Could it be that he is the heir of oriental martial arts? Didn't you say that no oriental people can appear in detective novels!"

In the past, novelists summed up several rules about detective novels, one of which is: no orientals should appear.The reason is that Westerners at that time believed that Easterners had practiced kung fu, flying over eaves and walking on walls as light as a swallow riding a thousand horses. Once such a character who does not abide by the basic rules appears, the meaning is probably equivalent to the lowest level of mechanical deity, which will make people pay attention Logical detective novels cannot justify themselves, and completely ruin the reading experience that has been spent a lot of pen and ink before.

Jack rushed out of the theater with Irene in his arms. The opera house was filled with thick smoke. The gentlemen and ladies took refuge under the command of the police. The voices of all kinds of people were mixed, and the noise and crying kept coming and going. The scene was extremely chaotic.He protected Irene and Mao Lilan and rushed into a place where the crowd was relatively sparse, and politely took off his coat and put it on Irene's head, covering her face and hair: "Miss Irene, you stay in a hidden place, Don't go out. Miss Mao Lilan, I'm going to trouble you, you have to go out with me as bait."

Mao Lilan nodded: "I understand."

Jack looked around and saw that the team had lost another member: "Where's the little girl with brown hair (Aihara Ai)?"

Conan's face was ugly: "In order to save me, I was hit by a collapsing statue..."

Just at this moment, a man in a gray and white coat rushed out of the crowd, arched his body like a beast, and rushed over. He was wearing a top hat and a half mask on his face, so that people could not see his appearance clearly.Jack's reaction speed was faster than everyone present, he quickly pulled out the revolver/gun from his waist, and fired directly at the tall and thin Ripper.Following two loud bangs, the almost half-foot-long flame illuminated the eyes of everyone present, and the burst magazine fell to the ground, emitting hot white smoke.

The Ripper's upper body was leaned back, and his whole body turned in a circle in the air. This action would have fractured his lumbar spine, but he did it. He was as light as a dancer, and as nimble as an aerial acrobat.He turned his body sideways and circled in the air, the bullet hit the man's cloak, the huge kinetic energy tore the cloak apart, and the debris of the fabric flew everywhere.

"Did you hit it?" Conan yelled, they couldn't stop shouting, the sound of the gunshot just now really hurt everyone's ears.

"He's so flexible!" Jack frowned tightly.

The gentlemen and ladies heard the gunfire, screamed loudly, and scattered in all directions like a flock of frightened ducks.

The Ripper waved his palm, and took out a short knife from under his sleeve. Almost simultaneously, there was the sound of a bullet being loaded, and Mao Lilan's shout.Jack was not careless, and took advantage of the stagnation when the Ripper spun and landed, and fired again.

Mao Lilan jumped over the broken crowd and rushed straight up. She was just an ordinary female high school student. It was hard to say that she didn't feel afraid when facing a vicious criminal like the Ripper—she had almost forgotten that this was just a real crime. The game is over-but there are two children present, she must stand up to protect Conan and them.But the Ripper lightly avoided the kick, directly took out a round smoke/mist/bomb from his arms, threw it at his feet, and the smoke gushed out, blocking the sight of everyone present.

The smoke blocked most of the field of vision, and the visibility was almost zero.Conan looked around, only vaguely seeing Jack's shadow, seeing the latter's movements, he was holding up the beautiful revolver/gun that looked like a work of art, aiming at the Ripper hidden deep in the smoke.

Conan was worried about Mao Lilan's safety, and shouted from a distance: "Mr. Jacob, don't shoot!"

Of course Jack didn't shoot, not only because there were too many people nearby and there was a risk of accidental injury, but he also remembered that when the smoke came out, Mao Lilan was beside the Ripper, trying to subdue the latter.Because of the smoke, he couldn't see Mao Lilan's position clearly, and shooting rashly would probably injure the girl.

There was a sound of fighting in the chaos, mixed with the sound of men's cries of pain, the sound of cloth rubbing, and perhaps the muffled sound of knives being stabbed into people's bodies.The fog was so thick that it was not clear who was fighting whom.Immediately afterwards, what tore apart these voices was a loud bang from the bullet being ejected from the chamber. At this time, the smoke was thickest, and no one could see who fired the gun, but the sound Conan heard was exactly From Jack's direction.Followed by Mao Lilan's scream: "Mr. Jacob -!"

The smoke gradually dissipated, and Conan finally saw the scene in front of him clearly.No one helped them, the gentlemen and ladies ran away long ago, and Mao Lilan, the Ripper and Jack all disappeared.

"Miss Irene, you will be safe if you stay with the detective, let's go after him!" Hideki Zhuxing said to Irene Andora.

"Miss Xiaolan! Miss Xiaolan! Where are you, Miss Xiaolan?!" Conan didn't care about anything, he shouted loudly while running, his voice echoed in the empty long street.

asshole!The Ripper took Xiaolan away!

Calm down, calm down, Kudo Shinichi, the smoke didn't appear for a long time, it's impossible for the Ripper to take Xiaolan in such a short period of time without leaving any clues... But there were too many people just now, the Ripper might just Hiding among those gentlemen and ladies, who were carried away by the flow of people.Even if he leaves footprints, it will be covered up layer by layer by the traces of many others.

Conan found that he couldn't calm down. The Ripper is a serial murderer who hates women. Although this is a game, Mao Lilan will not really die, but he is afraid that the degree of reality of "cocoon" will hurt Mao Lilan. You must know that the Ripper The victims of the case, many of them, were cut open alive!

"Hey, Conan, Mr. Jacob..." Hideki Mohohoshi tried to remind him that Jack was also missing.Logically, the Ripper couldn't have kidnapped two people, and Jack was a tall, grown man.

Perhaps there is no need to dwell on these settings. Jack is positioned as the helper of the game. Now the helper should leave here and no longer provide effective assistance to them. Conan and Hideki Mohohoshi must face the Ripper in person.

"Leave him alone, look for Miss Xiaolan! He won't die here!" Conan's words were like a firecracker that exploded suddenly. It's hard to imagine that a child can make such a loud voice.

Zhu Xingxiu was stunned for a moment, thinking of Conan's familiarity with the original novel of Sherlock Holmes, he said in a daze, "Do you know who Mr. Jacob is?"

Conan paused: "Mr. Jacob and the Ripper should be father and son."

"Father-son relationship?!"

Zhuxing Hideki was shocked. This gentleman who called himself Jacob Buwanaba was young, handsome, tall, polite, personable, and well-spoken, which made people feel good.No matter how you look at it, it has nothing to do with this evil Ripper.

"He's the Ripper's father?!"

"In a sense yes." Conan nodded.

"He is the father of the Ripper. He knew that his son was the Ripper, so he visited Mr. Holmes, begged Mr. Holmes to find him, and then... oh, hell, we let him shoot his son." Zhu Xingxiu The tree said, "No, Hani abandoned her husband and son and came to London because she disliked the poor and loved the rich, but Mr. Jacob is obviously a nobleman, and he is probably a native of London. It doesn't make sense at all!"

But Conan was no longer in the mood to answer his questions. He turned around in the narrow London streets like a trapped animal. Losing Maurilan made him extremely anxious. He walked through several long streets and passed through drunken crowds. Men and women, like a school of fish in a river, bumped into him and separated one by one.

London's East End is a festering sore.

Here, the houses made of bricks and stones are rickety, covered with graffiti and black mud, the ground has never been clean, whether it rains or not, it is always a dirty and smelly mud.This is a swamp that devours life. Every poor person who falls here will be swallowed by the swamp almost immediately, and there is no hope of returning to the world.

People who live here have to work eighteen hours a day, working like animals until they die, and the wages they get in the end are pitifully low, and they have to spend two-thirds to pay the rent.People who can't pay the rent will be driven to the streets, sleep on the streets, and may encounter unruly sailors, any crime is not new, the police will not go after these guys who can't make money .

Women do not have any job opportunities, they do the same hard life as men, but pay less than men.Neither they nor their children can survive if they are not married or unfortunately widowed.Poverty prevents them from buying decent food. Even black bread like a stone is expensive. Women and children have to move around among the garbage dumps, picking up some vegetables and fruits that are not yet rotten to barely satisfy their hunger.

In such a difficult and difficult life, selling one's own sex to make a living seems to be a matter of course. Relying on the nearby ports, merchant ships, soldiers, and sailors coming and going, there are a large number of unfortunate women raised here. The bodies of prostitutes are not Inexpensive, just pay a little money, a few pieces of bread, or a few glasses of wine, and you can play with them as much as you like.In order to drink, they do not accept assistance from any religious groups. After taking the money, they often return to the street again, and continue to do despicable jobs until their appearance is completely destroyed by years and alcoholism. People can't arouse the interest of having sex with her.

Alcohol is the narcotic of the slums, and indeed of London.

The next day's London daily carried a new advertisement.

Beautiful ladies are guests here, come and meet me at Whitechapel.

——J's message to M