[Zhongyingmei] The clown is actually me

Walter Siegel Richard.

This is Jack the Ripper's real name.

Sickert has not often thought of the past for a long, long time.

When he was a child, he occasionally sat on the roof of the attic and looked down. It was autumn, and the wheat fields were cut into neat squares, and some had already been harvested. Some are still swaying in the scorching wind, the golden wheat fields are covered with gradually undulating waves of wheat, the small town is steamed with light white smoke by the residual heat of summer, and the flocks of sheep on the plain are like white clouds.On a busy day, men and women were noisily crossing the street. The dim lights gradually came on and became denser. The whole town was immersed in a misty, yellow shimmer.

At that time, a man like a father would call him calmly: "Sicker."

Before the age of 8, he suffered from asthma. When he had an attack, he could sit on Professor Moriarty's lap and read a book with him for a while.Professor Moriarty either patted him on the back, or took out the smelling salt jar from his pocket. His pampering was careless, like he felt sorry for a stray dog, and he would pat him or her twice as if he would reward him.

"Have you found out where my mother is?" he asked only when the professor was in a good mood.

Professor Moriarty was never sincere: "No news."

Then Sickert stopped asking,? He grew bigger,? Silent year after year.Professor Moriarty no longer calls him Sickert. The short-lived tenderness in childhood is like a reflection in the mirror at the bottom of a well. It was still intact in a dream, but now it shatters with a light touch.

After many years, he was called out like this again. What the Ripper remembered was the dusk many years ago. Professor Moriarty's face was distorted into rough patches of color under the light and shadow. For so many years, he had been thinking about that short-lived father's love Whether it was just his wishful thinking, his brain fabricated this white lie to prevent him from hanging on the beam with his father one day.Sickert thought about it countless times in his dreams, but the question was never answered.The word father became a mystery in his heart that could never be solved.

"Professor, are you here?"

It's hard to tell what the serial murderer's expression is now, maybe he's crying, maybe he's laughing; one moment he was overjoyed, and the next moment he was so furious that he almost lost his mind.He raised his head, tears flickered in his blue-purple pupils, and after he spoke a few words intermittently, two lines of tears were shed.This murderous maniac who had killed several innocent women had such a vulnerable side, like a child abandoned by his parents in an alley.

Zhu Xingxiushu looked at the face of the man standing outside the door, horrified, and shouted: "Ja...Mr. Jacob?! Mr. Jacob is Mo, Mo, Mo——Professor Riati?!"

Conan pouted, not surprised.

Facing everyone's horrified gazes, Jack smiled: "Please allow me to introduce myself. My name is James Moriarty, and I am a serious criminal*."

(Here is Jack playing a meme. The meme comes from the American TV series "Gotham". In the play, the Penguin has a line to Gordon, "Gordon, I am a serious criminal")

"No, Professor Moriarty... haven't we already met? In that club?! Isn't that the real Professor Moriarty?!" Zhuhoshi Hideki was a little confused, "How did you find out, Conan? of?"

"It's just a word game, and it's a very unsophisticated kind." Conan curled his lips, and had to say that Jack's word game was boring enough. If you think about it thoroughly, you will find that there is no challenge at all, and it will not give the detective a sense of accomplishment at all. "'James' and 'Jacob', used as nouns in English, both mean 'Jacob', and the two words can be used interchangeably in the Bible. 'Buwanaba' comes from the original name of Napoleon 'Napoleon Buwanaba', combined with 'Napoleon of Crime', is Professor James Moriarty."

Hideki Mohohoshi looked between Conan and Jack, "But he said he was a writer..."

"He's a professor of mathematics. He once wrote a book called Mechanics of Asteroids. It wouldn't be a lie if he said he was a writer." Conan said, picking up the newspaper that Jack had scribbled on. Prompted."

"This is... a Sudoku game?" Zhuhoshi Hideki looked at the densely packed numbers in the newspaper, and immediately understood what Conan meant, "Then what happened to that old man in the club?"

"That old man, he only said that he was 'Colonel Montrang's boss', I think he should be the messenger between General Montrang and Professor Moriarty, and he didn't have a subject when he spoke, just like playing Wordplay. And, if that old man was really Professor Moriarty, he wouldn't let 'Mr. Jacobs' drink his red wine and threaten Colonel Montrang."

There are many other details. In the club, Colonel Montlang said 'you shot me'. If you translate it into English, you will find that he used honorifics, but he didn't use it to the old man later.

And later, at the gate of the opera house, the Ripper had the ability to kill Irene Andora, but he didn't make a move. He just showed up and jumped a few times before running away.Because he saw Professor Moriarty standing beside Miss Irene, he couldn't attack the man he regarded as his father.Even if he was here, it meant that Professor Moriarty was no longer his father and son.

However, in Conan Doyle's original novel, Moriarty is indeed an image of an old man in his twilight years. It seems that Yusaku Kudo has made a magical change, making the famous Professor Moriarty look like this young man now .

And this guy is really familiar enough to call himself "a friend Mr. Holmes has never met".Conan squinted at Jack, seeing that he was at least willing to save Maurilan, but he didn't expose his wishful lie—maybe Jack wasn't lying, in his perception, he and Mr. Holmes were indeed friend.

"That's why you said that he is the Ripper's father, and he will definitely not die here..." Zhu Xingxiushu murmured.

"Professor, since you have heard what I said, then do it. You give me a new identity, promise to set me free from now on, and I will return Irene Andora to you."

Moriarty—or Jacob Buwanaba, or Jack—just raised an eyebrow: "Okay."

The Ripper didn't expect him to agree so simply, and was stunned for a moment.

"Do you think I don't know what you're thinking? If you want to leave, will I force you to stay? Or just arrange for a killer to kill you? We have been together for so many years, and we have some affection. Put that girl and child together Here we go, take this, this is your new ID card and bus ticket—" Jack took out a brown paper bag from his arms, the contents of the bag fell out during the movement, and rolled twice on the ground.

The Ripper and Jack looked together. It was a small, familiar jar of smelling salts.

"Cough." A look of embarrassment appeared on Jack's face, as if someone had accidentally peeped into an invisible secret.He picked up the smelling salt jar and threw it to the Ripper, "Take this too, as a souvenir, and don't come back again."

The Ripper took the jar of smelling salts with mixed emotions.He suffered from asthma when he was a child, and Professor Moriarty would give him a smell of smelling salts whenever he got sick, and he got better when he grew up, and he didn't need the smelling salt pot anymore, Moriarty The professor still carried it with him.

"Have you seen me as a son?" he asked him.

Jack raised his eyebrows: "I don't know, I don't have another son, so I can't make a comparison. If I have to, I hope it's a daughter. Maybe you should be a lady."

Conan remembered the Ripper's women's attire and didn't speak.When the two of them were not paying attention, he sneaked around to untie Mao Lilan.

The Ripper didn't speak any more. He subconsciously held the smelling salts under his nose and took a sniff. However, it wasn't the smell of antler wine that stimulated his nostrils, but the smell of a strange anesthetic.The world spun for a moment, and he fell to the ground, his consciousness was still awake, but his body could not move.Humming a little tune, Jack stepped over him, as contemptuous as he stepped over a dog on the side of the road. Contrary to the piercing indifference in his expression, his smile was as warm as the first ray of wind blowing in spring.

Jack lowered his head, meeting the Ripper's gaze.He has a standard Western face, usually sunk in flickering shadows, three-dimensional like a marble statue, his brows and eyes are always lowered, looking docile and kind, his golden pupils are as soft as velvet, hidden in the long Under the eyelashes, shrouded in the shadow of the Madonna, he looked pious and submissive, more like a learned young professor, with a faint smell of gunpowder smoke and a faint scent of lemon sea salt perfume.

"What... what's going on, why did he collapse suddenly?" Zhu Xingxiushu stammered.

Conan remained calm: "What's in the bottle is not smelling salts, but narcotics."

"Smart boy." Jack praised casually, and took out the revolver/gun at his waist. The sound of loading echoed in the church, empty, like the sound of a giant drum.He opened the brown paper bag and dumped the fake identification on the Ripper. There was not a word on the document, it was all blank paper.

The Ripper understood everything, staring at that familiar face, his heart gradually turned cold.White paper is floating like flying paper money.

"Professor." He called Nan Nan, "We have been father and son for ten years, and you still abandoned me without hesitation."

Why can't we do it?

When he was standing beside Miss Irene Andora, he should have rushed straight up and killed him.

That was his best chance. His father didn't bring anyone with him, as long as he killed his father, he would be free. From then on, he didn't have to listen to anyone's orders, and he didn't have to be afraid of anyone anymore.Still he couldn't strike, just like his father didn't deliberately target him.Both the dagger and the bullet were lifted up three inches at the same time, missing each other.During the short confrontation, they looked at each other silently, understood each other's intentions, and let each other go.

He saw it all through his father's eyes as bullets grazed his body and ripped the Ripper's cloak.His father told him that this was a farewell, and life and death would be clean from now on, and there was only so much he could give him.

"Sure enough, I should have killed you at that time..."