He's in Detective Conan, but a Triumph Attorney.

I'm afraid the officers of Scotland Yard would not have known that another murder had occurred during this long night until Jack the Ripper sent a taunting letter.

"Do we have to catch Jack the Ripper tonight?"

There was some doubt and confusion in Alice's eyes.

Not to mention the extremely low visibility at night, the police force of Scotland Yard alone is seriously insufficient, and there is no way to properly complete the investigation and evidence collection at the crime scene.

The trial in Old London could be delayed for up to three days. As long as Naruhodō presented an evidence that needed to be investigated or a special incident that needed to be investigated in the court, the case would be delayed until the next day.

The young medical doctor was a little confused and reached out to touch his forehead.

A sizzling sound like the fluctuation of an electrical signal was heard.

"This is Old London Late Night Radio, here for you."

"Late this evening, the abominable Jack the Ripper committed another brutal crime."

"He used the dagger in—"

” - Jack the Ripper’s fourth crime, it appears.

Mao Lilan's heart tightened, but Alice was a little confused.

She opened her arms, stopped Mao Lilan who wanted to speed up her patrol, and then spoke loudly.

"Xiaolan! There's something wrong with the radio information this time!"

Having problems with the station information?

What's the problem? Isn't Jack the Ripper going to commit his fourth crime tonight?

The crime scene address mentioned in the radio broadcast this time is different from the address where Ya Shuangyi was arrested. Could it be that this is not the crime scene address of Jack the Ripper's fourth crime?

Just as Mao Lilan was about to ask more, she heard Alice's affirmative response.

"It is impossible for a reporter at a late night radio station to operate late at night because the manuscript is written during the day."

"It is impossible for it to broadcast what happened tonight in real time, unless someone deliberately found a radio station and asked it to broadcast this incident, and it was mentioned [once] instead of [twice]!"

Alice Watson's little face was full of seriousness. She stretched out her hand and raised two fingers.

"Not counting the murder of Dr. Baosheng tonight, there are two cases where Jack the Ripper actually committed a crime. One is the case where Yashuangyi was arrested, and the other is the case that is being broadcast on the radio now."

"The former happened earlier, but the radio reporter didn't report it. Instead, he reported the new case information and even released the address of the new crime scene. It's like—"

pat.

Miss Alice snapped her fingers, her cool pose exactly like Holmes in the underground sewer maze. "...like a bait!"

"Bait?"

Mao Lilan blinked, not quite understanding what Miss Alice said.

"Yes, this is the bait, and it is the bait for Jack the Ripper."

"The frequency of Jack the Ripper's crimes is decreasing, indicating that his psychology is becoming increasingly distorted and he is increasingly disregarding the rules. In this situation, if he heard someone imitating his name, he would be very likely to commit a crime."

"I think there's a good chance he'll go to the crime scene to see what his fan's masterpiece looks like."

Alice Watson said with full energy.

"That is to say, this is the only way to catch Jack the Ripper tonight!"

Chapter 612 The Last Chapter of the Night

Tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick.

The sound of footsteps echoed in the thick fog of old London at night.

As the only protagonist in old London tonight, Jack the Ripper naturally shuttled through the alleys.

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He enjoyed the nights of old London, the pitch-black fog, and everything in it.

On the night when Yashuang Yizhizhen was arrested by the police as a scapegoat and sent to trial, he could kill with impunity, killing every female freelance worker who would appear in the night.

As the most terrifying serial killer in old London ever, Jack the Ripper thought he could do it.

Not only could he do it, he would kill the fifth victim in the most brutal way, then write a long letter with the most sarcastic words, and then send the letter to the mailbox of Scotland Yard Police Station.

The incompetent police officers were furious and furious when they read the extremely sarcastic words in the letter...

".——The only thing that's in the way is this outfit, really——"

Jack the Ripper walked out of the alley, his hands on his cloak, turning it around uncomfortably, and then he began to look for his next target.

It has to be said that because of his existence, the night order in old London is now much better.

At least the number of these female freelancers has been greatly reduced, so even for him, it will take more time to find a suitable target.

But... now it has been found.

"The long night of old London is over."

He hummed a light tune and walked as if dancing, but without making any sound.

Jack the Ripper's target, a female freelance worker, is now leaning against the wall in a daze, not knowing what she is thinking about, or maybe she is just waiting for a new client to appear.

She would never have thought that the god of death would arrive before the customers.

Just as Jack the Ripper approached the female freelance worker and raised the dagger in his hand, hiss, hiss, hiss sounds began.

He heard the annoying busy tone of the telephone, followed by a report from the old London late-night radio station.

"This is Old London Late Night Radio, here for you."

"Late this evening, the abominable Jack the Ripper committed another brutal crime."

"He used a dagger in—"

Someone killed someone in his name.

Jack the Ripper's face darkened.

He had indeed killed the fourth person, but the location where he was killed was very hidden.

Completely different than the coordinates given in the current broadcast.

No matter how off the location in his memory was, it was impossible for him to kill someone near an intersection.

That was simply sent to the patrol officers of Scotland Yard.

If Atsugu Yoshikazu is found not guilty by then, he will be in some trouble.

The female freelance worker leaned forward, hoping to listen more carefully.

Only after she had thoroughly listened to the address given on the radio did she breathe a sigh of relief and relax.

Who doesn't know that it's dangerous for female freelancers to go out at night? But the current situation is that these female freelancers have no choice at all. If they go out, they will die. If they don't go out, they will also die.

Since they are all dead, they might as well take a gamble on the activity range of Jack the Ripper.

Now it seems that she made the right bet. The place where Jack the Ripper killed people was so far away from her that it was impossible for him to find her!

However, at this time, the female freelance worker suddenly felt that the street lights seemed a little dimmer today.

Her heart tightened and she looked back fearfully, but there was nothing behind her.

It was as if it was just an illusion caused by too much mental stress and she just saw it wrong.

"Ha, I'll tell you—"

The female freelance worker turned her head and her expression became relaxed.

-Jack the Ripper didn't have such a fast speed to cross half of Old London and kill people in one night. "Damn it, why does it feel like the night in Old London is a little too long tonight?"

Mycroft was still at the crime scene at this time. He did not leave. He was waiting for someone.

He was waiting for Jack the Ripper to come into his sight so that he could directly eliminate this scourge of old London.

The Chief Inspector of Scotland Yard was unwilling to pay any attention to Mycroft and just checked the situation on his own.

The reason is simple, he doesn't like reporters.

It's the same even if the reporter looks gentle, stylish and easy to get along with.

He didn't want to talk to reporters unless he had to.

"The night seems to be getting darker."

Mycroft raised his head and looked at the night sky of Old London, but unfortunately, due to the thick fog in Old London, he could not see anything.

There are no stars, no moon, only the brief and faint light from the street lamps.

The night didn't seem to have any intention of receding with the passage of time, but only grew darker.

"This night in old London is really too long, as if time has stopped in the darkness."

He raised his head, seemed to be in a daze, and whispered something, but no one knew who he was talking to.

Inside the courtroom, the famous lawyer Naruhodō Ryunosuke was preparing for battle. He calmed himself down.

Unconsciously looking out the window.