Anime Crossover: Master is Not Here Today

However, upon hearing Conan's words, he couldn't help but look at him, his expression somewhat peculiar, and asked him:

"I said, is it really necessary to be so cautious?"

"Of course it's necessary."

Conan said without hesitation:

"If everyone is eliminated, everyone will be trapped in the game, so we have to be much more careful with every step we take!"

"All right."

Hideki Moroboshi didn't say much, but his expression was inexplicably strange.

Conan first surveyed the area outside and successfully located the club's back door, preparing to sneak in through it to observe the situation.

"I'll go in first, you follow behind me, and try not to make any noise."

Turning back to give everyone some instructions, Conan carefully opened the door, then suddenly froze—

A middle-aged man with a fierce expression stared at him coldly.

Before he could react, the other person grabbed him by the collar and lifted him up, frowning as they said:

"Where did this little brat come from?"

"let me go!"

Conan struggled incessantly in the other's grasp, cursing inwardly:

Damn it, I miscalculated!

How could he have overlooked the fact that a shrewd and dangerous individual like Professor Moriarty would not have been unaware of the existence of the back door, and would he have certainly not arranged for someone to guard it?

"Let go of Conan-kun!"

Seeing Conan being captured, Ran Mouri didn't care about anything else and punched the other person away, successfully saving Conan.

"Conan-kun, are you alright?"

"It's nothing, but..."

Conan got up from the ground, but the commotion they made had already attracted the attention of everyone in the club, who stared at them menacingly.

"How dare they cause trouble here! Arrest them!"

Suddenly, at someone's command, a group of gamblers in the club rushed towards them.

"Run!"

Conan immediately shouted and turned around, preparing to escape the area with the others first, and then make further plans later.

However, in the instant he turned around, a petite figure brushed past him and rushed towards the enemy—

It's Little Jack.

"Although my body is weak, I have adapted."

Jack gripped the knife in both hands, watching the approaching enemy, and muttered lightly:

"So--"

"The slaughter is about to begin."

Seeing Jack not only not running away, but instead charging towards them, the leader of the gamblers grinned maliciously:

"You brat, where do you think you're going!"

He suddenly bent down and reached out, trying to grab Jack!

However, Jack simply shifted his body slightly to dodge the attacking hand, and at the same time, he quickly swung his left hand, leaving a scratch on the other person's neck. Then, ignoring the other person, he continued to charge forward.

Unlike the Hassans of the past, she was not a skilled assassin; her killing techniques stemmed entirely from her instincts.

But even if it's instinct, it's Jack the Ripper's instinct, and it's something that ordinary people can't resist.

Moreover, this is a London night at the end of the 19th century—

This is her absolute home turf.

"This is.!"

Conan stared in disbelief at what he was seeing. Jack, with his petite frame, nimbly weaved through the group of drunkards, and with each swing of his arm, the knife in his hand could easily slit a person's throat.

Wherever she went, the drinkers, like Ayumi and the others before her, all turned into light and disappeared, as easily as harvesting straw.

Within seconds, five or six drunkards had fallen to Jack's hands.

Faced with such a bizarre and terrifying situation, not only Conan, but even the other side was intimidated by Jack's terrifying methods and dared not rush forward again.

But Jack seemed determined not to give up and continued charging towards his opponent.

"Damn it, don't be so arrogant, you monster!"

Seeing her oblivious demeanor, the man who had given the orders gritted his teeth and suddenly drew a revolver from his waist, aiming it at Jack.

"Be careful--!"

"boom!"

Conan's warning was drowned out by the loud gunshot. However, after the gunshot, Jack was still unharmed, while the other man's pistol was knocked away and fell to the ground in the distance with a clatter, turning into a piece of scrap metal.

Beside Conan, the powerful recoil from the gunshot caused Ai Haibara to fall to the ground with a thud, her face contorted in pain.

Regardless, she had successfully knocked the gun out of the other person's hand, and her goal had been achieved.

Meanwhile, Jack seemed oblivious to all of this, and in the brief moment that Ai Haibara was exchanging blows with her opponent, she successfully took down another person.

Seeing this, Conan snapped out of his daze and quickly shouted:

"Wait, Jack, stop!"

"Ok?"

Hearing Conan's call, Jack finally stopped what he was doing, turned around to look at him, and asked with some confusion:

"Why? Aren't they enemies?"

At this moment, Jack still appeared harmless, but neither Conan nor anyone else present dared to underestimate her.

Because they had already witnessed firsthand that beneath that innocent face lurked a terrifying monster.

Upon hearing Jack's question, Conan quickly explained:

"Our mission is not to fight, and continuing like this is pointless for us!"

At this moment, the nursery rhyme also began to speak:

“Come back, Jack, you’ve done enough.”

".All right."

Finally, at the call of the nursery rhyme, Jack put away his knife and rejoined the group.

Upon seeing this, both Conan and his friends, as well as the enemy, breathed a sigh of relief.

After Jack returned to the party, Christmas Joan of Arc couldn't help but complain to her:

"You bastard, if you chose to fight, why didn't you tell me? The battle was over before I even realized it."

Jack answered very sincerely:

"Because Luncheon Meat Lily is too weak and can't fight at all."

"What did you say?!"

Christmas Jeanne blushed instantly and angrily unleashed a flurry of punches at Jack, but unfortunately, it didn't cause much damage.

Seeing Jack's calm expression, as if nothing had happened, Conan, Ran, and the others had very complicated expressions.

"Jack."

Conan, in particular, was filled with a lot of questions after Jack's terrifying performance, and he was eager to get answers to them.

At that moment, he secretly glanced at Ai Haibara.

Although she was also surprised by Jack's behavior, her expression clearly showed that she knew something.

However, he knew that now was not the time to ask these questions, so he could only suppress his doubts for the time being and turn to face the drinkers in the room.

To be precise, I was looking at the old man next to the man who gave the order, who hadn't said a word the entire time.

He opened his mouth and said:

“We’ve come to see you, Professor Moriarty.”

It's here! I thought I'd missed it!

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 242 Clues to Jack the Ripper, a tangled mess

It must be said that while the Moriarty in the game is very close to the description in the original work, in terms of appearance, he is far inferior to the butler James in the real world.

Setting aside the jumbled thoughts in his mind, Conan asked him:

"Jack the Ripper, Professor, is the man you put on the streets to make London a city of terror, right?"

"Jack the Ripper?"

Hearing him ask about Jack the Ripper, Moriarty was slightly surprised, then he slightly curled the corners of his mouth and said:

You're only half right about that.

He spoke slowly and deliberately:

"Jack the Ripper was a homeless child I found in the slums."

"He was a homeless child abandoned by his mother and wandering the streets. I took him in because I discovered his talent as a criminal and trained him to be a top-notch killer."

At this point, his gaze involuntarily fell on Jack, his eyes filled with admiration and curiosity.

Compared to the Jack the Ripper he trained, this kid clearly has a much stronger talent.

I really don't know where they came from.

But the moment he looked at Jack, he noticed that Jack was also looking at him curiously, so he subtly looked away.