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Chapter 963 Yuanzi, rest in peace

And Conan recalled the scene at Charlie Cross Station just now.

——When "Professor Moriarty" appeared next to Suzuki Sonoko, his clothes were clean and there was no dust on his face. You can just imagine him running around the streets while the players were chasing "Jack the Ripper"

At that time, he left the theater leisurely along the safe passage set aside in advance.

Conan: "..." This shows that the relationship between "Professor Moriarty" and "Jack the Ripper" is not at all "out of control" as Moriarty himself said.

On the contrary, "Jack the Ripper" knew the location of Moriarty's box and deliberately avoided it when planting the bomb.

When Professor Moriarty left the theater, he also knew the best way to go in the theater that was blown into a mess... These two people must still be in contact, they are basically the same team!

In other words, if Moriarty really wanted to help them catch Jack the Ripper, there would be no need to create this scene.

Conan's heart sank - thinking about the worst, "Professor Moriarty" might not like them, the "Baker Street Guerrillas" under Holmes, so he deliberately designed today's drama to make him disembowel.

Hand Jack kills these people.

Even if you think about it in a better direction, Professor Moriarty doesn't want "Jack the Ripper" to get out of control, so he plans to use the players to kill both parties.

In short, the player must die.

Conan: "..." In this case, Sonoko Suzuki fell into the hands of Moriarty...

He sighed inwardly and silently classified Suzuki-san into the group of "rest in peace for now, we will definitely clear the game!"



The only three players, or rather two players, and one "Hideki Morohoshi" entered the carriage and walked along the corridor of the box, secretly looking for "Jack the Ripper" who had blended into the crowd.

Along the way, I didn't see anyone suspicious, but I met the train conductor.

Mao Lilan stepped forward to talk and tried to get help from the NPC:

"'Jack the Ripper' just attacked the theater. We chased him all the way and found him getting on this train. Have you seen him? His attire is easy to identify - all in black, with a black stripe behind him

robe, hat and half-face mask of the same color."

"Jack the Ripper got on our train?! When?" The train conductor suddenly panicked when he heard this. He paced back and forth anxiously, and suddenly turned to ask the player, "What should we do?"

Conan heard this kind of request for help for the first time in a long time. He suddenly became energetic and commanded skillfully:

"Jack the Ripper's costume is very recognizable. But we didn't see anyone similar to him in the car along the way. Since you haven't seen it either, he probably disguised himself and blended in with other passengers.

——Please gather all the passengers in one carriage, and we will be responsible for finding him!"

The train conductor nodded heavily and became one of the few obedient NPCs in this dungeon.

He called to the conductor and everyone ran out of the door together.



Soon, the passengers who were scattered all over the place gathered in the same carriage - "Jack the Ripper" is notorious in this world. As soon as the passengers heard that this murderer had sneaked into the train, they suddenly became extremely angry.

Cooperate, hoping to catch him as soon as possible, so as not to inexplicably become a dead soul before arriving at the next stop.

The conductor stood at the end of the carriage and looked at the passengers sitting on the seats on both sides. Next to them were three real and fake players.

He remembered the method Conan had just provided and said to the passengers: "Please spread your hands like me and raise them in front of your face - we need to confirm that everyone is not carrying a murder weapon."

"Jack the Ripper" Jinpei Matsuda was mixed in the crowd at this time and had already completed his disguise.

After hearing these words, he lowered his head and glanced at his hands, and suddenly thought of something and understood.

——After getting on the train, Noah forcibly changed his clothes.

His current appearance is very different from before. The only thing that remains unchanged is that he has one finger that is slightly thinner than the other fingers. It is very obvious.

Matsuda Jinpei thought to himself: It seems that this copy is almost over.

There was a little joy in his heart that "I finally got off work." Like other passengers, he spread his hands and raised them in front of his face as the conductor said.



Conan looked around the car, scanning all the passengers. On the way, he paused briefly on Matsuda Jinpei's finger, and his glasses flashed with a reflection.

He secretly winked at Mao Lilan.

Then he looked at the other passengers: "According to the investigation information left by Mr. Holmes, one of the victims of 'Jack the Ripper' - Honey Charlest, was a woman from the small town of Windsor. She was born and raised in Windsor

, got married, but she didn’t want to stay in that small place forever. So ten years ago, she left her son and her dying husband behind and came to London.”

Speaking of this, Conan thought of something and suddenly stopped talking.

"..." So, "Jack the Ripper" was abandoned by his family ten years ago. That should be about the time when Moriarty picked up this "genius criminal".

but……

Conan was silent for a moment: That "Professor Moriarty", if we push it forward ten years, would he be ten years old?

Conan: "..." Could it be that when my father designed this character, he was using "immortality" or "rejuvenation" as a metaphor for Kudo Shinichi who ate APTX4869?

And then you didn’t want to attract the attention of the black organization, so you deliberately blurred your appearance?

...No, I always feel that something is not right. I am not that kind of character.

There is no one with a similar personality around. Could it be one of my dad’s classmates?



"Conan?"

Next to him, Mao Lilan's voice suddenly sounded.

She looked at Conan who suddenly got stuck mid-sentence, and wondered, "What's wrong?"

"Huh? It's nothing, I'm straightening out my thoughts." Conan came back to his senses and decided to deal with the crisis in front of him first, and wait until he gets out to talk about other things.

He took out a photo from his pocket, which he had taken from Sherlock Holmes's data book. At first, Conan was a little embarrassed, but then he found out that "Holmes" was actually his father's cameo. When he started searching again, he became very agile.

many.

Conan held up the photo and faced the passengers.

In the photo, there is a pair of plain silver rings. One large and one small.

"Honey Charlest was murdered near Whitechapel. On the day of her murder, the church happened to be holding a 'Parent-Child Charity Fair.' And at the scene of Honey's murder, a pair of relics like this happened to be left behind."

Conan glanced at the photo in his hand:

"The larger one is Honey Charlest's ring. The other one once belonged to Jack the Ripper - this pair of rings was not 'accidentally' left at the scene.

.But Jack the Ripper deliberately left it there as a token of their parent-child relationship.”


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