[Zhongyingmei] The clown is actually me

"For so many years,? You really don't have any feelings for me." The Ripper stared at Jack firmly.

Jack stroked the golden barrel lovingly: "Who knows, if you were a little lady, maybe I would show mercy to you. But unfortunately you are not. I don't know, either,? Why do you have such thoughts,? Those who betrayed me still think they can survive,? They even let me come to see you."

He pressed the gun to the Ripper's temple. The murderer who had murdered several ladies could only pant like a lamb whose head had just fallen to the ground.He stared at Jack, as if he thought he was in a dream, but no one knew whether this dream was a nightmare or a sweet dream.Jack stopped for a while, didn't hear any stopping voice, shrugged resentfully, and looked back at Conan: "Aren't you going to stop me?"

"There is no bullet in the gun." Conan looked back at him.

"Oh?"

"You promised 6 rounds, but you emptied the magazine at the gate of the opera house,? So you won't kill him." Conan said firmly.

Jack laughed loudly, and the laughter became louder and louder, making everyone present tremble.Those pale gold, empty eyes seemed to be the dark moss growing on the corner of the black stone, absorbing the dark rainwater.

He dropped the pistol/gun, sat down beside the Ripper, lit a cigarette, took a puff, rolled it into his lungs, and spit it out again, white smoke curled up, gradually dissipated, he His face was blurred in the depths of the dissipated smoke, the ferocity and ferocity of a lion on his face disappeared, and now he seemed to be covered in a drizzle, somewhat tender and lonely, more like that A personable and well-mannered nobleman or professor.Only at this moment did he smell of Moriarty, but how could he be Jack and the Joker at the same time?

"You really look like Sherlock," he sighed.

"If nothing happened to you, why didn't you come and help us?" Zhu Xingxiushu was relieved to see that Jack didn't intend to shoot anyone.

"Interesting."

"interesting?"

Jack nodded: "If I was still there at that time, Conan, who knew who I was, would have begged me to order the Ripper to be punished and not to hurt his sister Xiaolan. But what's the point of this? Let's see the children It's much more fun fighting a murderer."

"Interesting..." Hideki Mohohoshi was as speechless as Conan back then. It turns out that there are really people in the world who are looking for trouble just for fun.

"If there are bullets in the gun, will you stop me?" Jack ignored Hideki Mohohoshi, but turned to Conan.

"Will do."

"Why? He killed a lot of women and committed a heinous crime."

"Yes, he has committed a heinous crime, but I am a detective, not a judge. Lynching may eliminate criminals, but this is definitely not the justice I want." Conan said.

Jack blew a smoke ring: "You detectives seem to have this kind of concept, 'I have no right to deprive others of their lives at will'."

"That's what the law is about: bringing together a group of the brightest minds to ensure that every decision is thought through. The death penalty is a double-edged sword, and we must use it while we keep it in a cage. here, because... because life is heavy, and whoever is deprived of it is a matter of great significance, we must look them in the eye."

"Hmph." Jack chuckled, stood up, put the top hat on his head, and pressed the brim of the hat.

"Jacob—Mr. James, are you leaving?" Mao Lilan moved his stiff wrist.

"Yeah, I had a lot of fun with you guys. But if I don't leave, Sherlock will come to catch me, so I have to fly away like a bird, just like this—" Jack waved his hand with his back to Wanzhangguang, "up, up, and?away*…”

(up, up, and? away: This is a famous line in the Superman series of animations, translated as "up, up, and away", here is Jack playing word games)

Like a bright lightning flashed across his mind, Conan woke up in an instant.

That's right, that's it!The reason why this game made him feel strange when they first met, and the vague sense of incongruity in Professor James Moriarty, turned out to be the answer here.And it's very simple. Sure enough, Professor Moriarty didn't hide it from the beginning.

Conan looked up, and Jack happened to turn his head slightly. His golden eyes were like two swaying will-o'-the-wisps. He didn't speak, but his eyes told Conan everything:

Did you guess it?

It was a clue he left on purpose, as a reward for Conan answering his question.For the first time, he revealed his identity to Conan with a Sudoku game in the corner of the newspaper.The second time now, this slightly abrupt English sentence is the bottom of two puzzles he deliberately set, about how Hiroki's father disappeared, and after the role of "James Moriarty", he Who is it.

Jack's figure drifted away, finally disappearing in the afternoon light.Before leaving, the words of the Ripper, like a curse, followed closely from behind: "I can also be a girl..."

Zhu Xingxiushu looked at his leaving shadow, and heaved a sigh of relief: "Then, wouldn't it mean that the Ripper has subdued him and the game has been cleared?"

"Whether you pass the level or not depends on whether you are willing to close this game." There was a strange silence in Conan's eyes, and he called for the boy who belonged to the boy who committed suicide by jumping off the building many years ago, and is now named Noah's Ark The name of artificial intelligence, "Artificial intelligence, Noah's Ark, or should I call you—Hiroki?"

Zhu Xingxiu raised his head, and his face no longer had the look of a second-generation adjutant: "When did you find out?"

The game came to an end in this way, and the children who were locked in the "cocoon" game cabin were safe.

The crowd was surging and the scene was chaotic. Jack mixed in with the parents hugging their children and was about to leave the venue.

However, just after he turned a few corners and walked into the empty side hall, there was still a voice from behind: "Stay, Mr. Joe Cole."

Jack turned his head, and the little boy was standing not far behind him, with his hands in his pockets.He straightened his collar and said, "Little brother, what can I do for you? My lord is very busy."

"I just want to ask, what should I call you, Joe Cole, or Moriarty?" Conan had a mature look on his face that didn't match his age.

Jack raised his eyebrows: "How did you find out?"

"From the very beginning, I felt that there was something wrong with you. Whenever you spoke, it made me feel weird. When the game started, everyone spoke English, but under the influence of Noah's Ark, people spoke English. It became that people speak Japanese, but the essence is still Japanese translated from English. Sometimes the grammar and words do not match. But you are different. Your sentence 'up, up' was not translated into Japanese by Noah's Ark .Then I get it, you speak Japanese straight from the beginning, fluently, without any incongruity, so I guess, 'Professor Moriarty' is played by a player, and this player, not only from the beginning You know who we are, and you're fluent in Japanese and English. That's just you."

"I didn't expect my fluent Japanese to show my flaws." Jack laughed.

"You knew from the beginning that Hideki Mohohoshi was Noah's Ark, right?"

"Are there any flaws in my place?"

"The way you speak to Zhuxing Xiushu is not at all like an adult talking to a child."

Jack shrugged.

"I guess you are not Mr. Joe Cole at all. You replaced his identity and sneaked into the venue wearing his clothes. I guess the real Mr. Joe Cole may have been stunned by you at the beginning. Now in Somewhere to take a nap," said Conan,—but besides that, as a reward for solving the mystery of your identity, I want to know one more thing. "

"Oh, what else do you want to know?"

"You took Hiroki's father away, and you are the ghost at the crime scene. Although I don't believe it, but combined with the interrupted blood, and the phrase 'up, up, and? away', I guess you used By some means, we went up directly from the open area of ​​the lobby on the first floor. And when we looked up, we would see a huge circular sky, which is also your hint, 'egg', so you put the injured Hiroki Father hides in a cocoon. Why would you do that?"

Jack smiled and touched his chin: "The gentleman asked for it himself."

"He asked for it?"

"Hongshu has developed an artificial intelligence that can trace ancestors based on DNA, and found that the chairman of the Xindola Group is a descendant of the famous murderer "Jack the Ripper". The young Hiroki couldn't stand it and committed suicide by jumping off the building. He has been tracing the reason for his son's suicide, and finally discovered the secret of the chairman, and the chairman hurt others again. So he was angry, and he wanted to expose it all. In front of nobles and wealthy businessmen, I accused the chairman of the Xindola Group of murder, ruined the chairman, and avenged his son. So I stopped the bleeding and bandaged him, and hid him in the game warehouse. Now he should be giving a speech .”

"This is your challenge to the detective. It's not the so-called 'Guess who I am'." Conan's brows slowly tightened, "I guess you did this to get Hiroki—maybe I should be 'No Sub-Ark' is more appropriate."

Jack laughed, a hoarse laugh, whistling through his narrow throat like an old-fashioned broken bellows.He took out a CD from his pocket and shook it at Conan: "That's right, detective. You really have the demeanor of Sherlock Holmes, and you easily solved the riddle I set. Facing the endless chain, Noah's Ark believes that unity can overcome all crises. He is a smart boy, but he is not smart enough, maybe he is too smart to want to be so smart, and he wants to cut off the cycle of 'the children of nobles are nobles, and the children of farmers are farmers'. 'Standing in solidarity' is not going to happen."

"Are you going to sell your theory of crime again?"

Jack shrugged his shoulders and popped out an endless sentence: "Long live the people."

Conan squatted down, turned up the button on the foot strengthening shoes, and quietly approached the vase on the ground: "You are indeed very smart, but I have solved all your puzzles. Now it's time for you to reward me .”

"Are you going to hand in the paper so soon? You still have one question that you haven't answered." Jack smiled secretly, "One more thing, I never lied to you. From the beginning to the end, my challenge paper has not changed , only 'guess who I am'."

"What? I've already guessed your real identity. You are 'James Moriarty'. Then, you are 'Joe Cole' in disguise. The riddle has been solved."

"No, not yet, it's far away. You once said that my word games are boring, but regarding my identity, it's still just a word game." Jack smiled and stepped back slowly, "I'm Enny Director of the Initram Institute, read the Initram upside down."

"Initram, Initram...Marti-ni——Martini! Martini?! This, this is..." Conan's face became more and more serious, "Are you one of them?!"

Martini - This is the name of a cocktail.Among all cocktails, Martini has the most adjustments, so it is also known as the king of cocktails.

"Protect your Irene Andora, and John H. Watson," Jack stood in front of the huge French window, smiling at Conan, "Kudo Shinichi."

Before Conan could kick the vase out, he jumped forward and smashed the glass of the floor-to-ceiling window—this is the eighth floor!Conan quickly ran to the window and looked down. Among the falling glass shards, the dark figure was particularly obvious. His body was as light and soft as a girl's, and he turned several times flexibly in mid-air. A thin black wire rope spewed out from the cuff, wrapped around the raised statue on the surface of the building, and the rope hook wound around the top of the statue a few times, and finally it was firmly fixed under the huge force.

Jack swung in a semicircle at the height of the eight-story building, only a rope maintained his life and death, but he was not afraid at all, and Conan even heard a faint cheer.This crazy trapeze smashed the glass on the first floor, and the figure just stayed by the window for a short while, and then disappeared very quickly.

"An oriental man who can walk around walls shouldn't appear in detective novels." Conan looked at the figure and murmured, "Martini... a damn word game. It doesn't make the detective feel any sense of accomplishment."