She is not an investigator.

"I want to leave here, it's that simple."

"A good wish."

He slightly rotated the scalpel in his hand, making it move nimbly between his slender fingers, but the cold glint of the blade made one's heart tremble.

"Would it be convenient for you to introduce yourself, beautiful lady?"

Igris warily raised her sword and gently shook her head.

"inconvenient."

"Okay... but you should have heard of my name."

His hand suddenly stopped moving, and he gripped the sharp scalpel between his fingers, then lowered his head slightly and smiled as he spoke.

"You can call me... Jack the Ripper."

"...!"

The next moment, he suddenly lunged forward, his movements becoming an imperceptible afterimage, so fast that the blade in his hand was barely visible.

Igris raised her blade to deflect the attack, but her swing missed completely, and a burst of blood mist erupted from her sword-wielding arm, leaving a long, deep wound.

Igris frowned and quickly stepped back, as did Jack. He gently wiped the scalpel on his clothes to remove the blood, then turned to look at Igris.

“Fighting with a sword is not something an elegant lady should do.”

"...Is that so? I don't think so."

Igris glanced at her torn sleeve and saw that the wound on her body had not healed again, realizing that the other party really wanted to kill her.

But this gave her a reason to fight with all her might.

"Waiting to die is not something I should do."

Igris raised her straight sword again, swaying it slightly, and looked at Jack's figure standing still.

"Try it, if you can kill me."

"…Ha ha."

He suddenly laughed, a laugh that was both joyful and surprised.

"You might be a very special guy, no... or rather, there's never a shortage of extraordinary people here. I don't see any weakness or fear in you. I like guys like you."

"But I don't like murderers like you."

"It's alright... corpses can't talk."

Jack stopped spinning the scalpel in his hand again and instead pointed it calmly at Igris.

"If you want to leave here, then come... kill me and bury my legend in this foggy city, or... become one of them."

"As you wish."

The Gods' Fools - The Gravedigger and the Violet: Chapter Eleven, The Dead Soul

Clang!

Blades and swords clashed, the two figures quickly separating and closing in, the clanging of metal against metal was incessant, and sparks flashed continuously in the darkness.

Igris swung her sword again, but Jack's blade struck Igris's sword at an extremely subtle and precise angle, completely deflecting her attack.

The next moment, he suddenly lunged forward, the sharp blade almost grazing Igris's neck, leaving a faint bloodstain.

But Igris quickly retreated, putting distance between them almost instantly, and touched her throat with a look of surprise and uncertainty.

His attack missed, but by a hair's breadth.

"What a pity..."

He wiped the scalpel on his clothes again to dry the blood, then tilted his head to look at Igris.

“If I do it again, I will add another piece of art to my collection.”

"abnormal…"

Igris gritted her teeth and raised her straight sword again.

"A young lady who refuses to admit defeat."

He also raised the scalpel in his hand and pointed it at Igris in front of him.

"So…"

boom!

A gunshot rang out instantly in the silent street, but Jack's movements suddenly stopped, and the scalpel in his hand instantly changed direction, swinging out at the air.

A crisp clang and sparks flew, but the bullet was deflected by his precise shot and landed in a corner of the street.

He looked at Igris' right hand holding the sword, then at her left hand holding the gun, and suddenly didn't know what to say.

Perhaps we should curse her shamelessness? But compared to Ni's actions, isn't Jack's brutal killing of five women equally shameless?

Interrupting someone is...

boom!

Gunshots rang out again. Jack coldly swung his blade, easily deflecting the incoming bullets, but Igris had already rushed over, her straight sword aimed directly at his body.

Jack twisted his wrist, the blade slashing at the straight sword in Igris' hand again, deflecting her attack, and then lunged forward again, ready to slit Igris' throat.

But the next moment, the sound of gears turning suddenly rang out, and sparks burst from his waist. The bullet inside pierced his arm instantly, freezing him in place.

Igris didn't let the opportunity pass, and swiftly slashed at his arm with her straight sword, but he raised it again to block it. Even though blood was still flowing from the wound on her arm, Igris couldn't break through his defense at all.

But then, the strange sound of gears turning rang out again, and amidst Irene's cold expression and Jack's curses, the bullets flew out once more.

Caught completely off guard, Jack was instantly pierced through the abdomen by a bullet. He forcefully forced Igris back and quickly retreated, preparing to create distance.

He was in a rather disheveled state; his arms were trembling slightly, and the blood flowing from his abdomen indicated that he was indeed in poor condition.

More importantly, he became very agitated.

"Damn it..."

He clutched his stomach, staring intently at Igris. Although Igris couldn't see his obscured face, she could tell that he was indeed very angry, even to the point of wanting to curse.

"I am, after all, a weak woman. You shouldn't mind if I take a sneak shot, right?"

Igris brandished the pistol in her hand, whether as a mockery or an attempt to communicate with him, it was unclear, but to Jack it was pure mockery.

"Cough cough... Okay, okay! You win! Damn it..."

He angrily threw his hat on the ground, clutching his bleeding abdomen and looking at Igris.

"Come on, kill me, take everything you want, and then leave! Never come back!"

"All right?"

Igris had only one bullet left in her gun. Although she had three special bullets, they were non-renewable resources, and she didn't want to use them as ordinary bullets unless absolutely necessary.

Igris, holding a straight sword, slowly walked towards Jack, who was sitting on the ground, and pointed it at his neck.

But then, she suddenly took a step back. At the same time, a cold light flashed in front of her, and a sharp scalpel fell in front of her, but she missed.

Ignition Grace didn't say much, she just looked at Jack, who was still trying to sneak up on him but failed, and gripped her sword tightly.

"Go ahead and use your skills... I won't resist anymore. You are truly beyond words... Can you tell me about your profession? Your combat skills and observation are amazing."

Jack sighed, raised his hands to indicate that he would not continue attacking, and then started chatting with Igris.

"Um…"

Igris suddenly fell into thought, seemingly pondering what profession could possess both strong combat skills and keen observation abilities.

"I'm a detective."

"Congratulations, Miss Detective, you've solved a cold case that might never be discovered until the next century. Jack the Ripper salutes you... But I never imagined that what killed me wouldn't be time, but you."

"I feel very honored."

Igris smiled, raised her straight sword, and thrust it down sharply.

……

"Congratulations."

From the shadows and mist of the street, a hunched figure slowly emerged and clapped his hands with satisfaction.

It was Hyde; he seemed to have always been there, just hiding.

"Can I leave now? You said this was the last stop."

Igris wiped the blood off her longsword and turned to look at Hyde.

Hyde scratched his head, then pulled out his sword hilt, unfolded the blade, and pointed it at Igris.

“You’ve come this far enough. Come on… final stop. Kill me, and you can leave.”

"what?"

Igris frowned sharply and asked incredulously.

"You said there were other ways, so why must I kill you?"

“You don’t want to do this? The people here have been living in their graves for a long time. Everyone is craving death. What are you afraid of? Raise your weapon and use what I’ve taught you… to kill me.”

"Why do I have to do this...!"

Hyde paused for a moment, then forced an awkward smile.

"Why do you think I'm helping you? We each have our own needs, just as the people here always have their own regrets and wishes... Jekyll went to his grave, but Hyde lived on, he was destined to be incomplete... How can evil be called evil without good? You've gained a lot, and in exchange, you've also fulfilled the wishes of many people... In the end, I can send you away from here, but you should also fulfill my wish."

He raised his sword and said coldly.

"So...come on, kill me, let this already dead soul die again..."

The Gods' Fools - The Gravedigger and the Violet: Chapter Twelve, but then again...

"But then again..."

Igris sheathed her weapon and said sullenly.

"What did I get?"

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