The cross-dressing master in the world of Detective Conan

"bring it on."

Kazama Kaoru deliberately deactivated his Sharingan, and after a second of adjustment, he quickly launched an attack.

She wasn't a gentle and kind person, so since the other person had already given her a "small gift," she should reciprocate.

A powerful whip kick, accompanied by a whistling sound, struck the opponent's waist.

It's not that she likes to hit this spot, but mainly that when fighting against agile opponents, raising her leg too high only makes her unstable and gives them an opening.

With his knees slightly bent, this guy actually leaped into the air.

Seemingly ignoring gravity, he flew at least a meter into the air, directly dodging Kazama Kaoru's "kidney strike".

Then his cloak fluttered behind him, giving the impression that he had activated a speed boost, and he charged straight toward Kazama Kaoru's side.

The sharp knife in his hand emitted a cold, gleaming light, reflecting his cruel eyes and the grotesque smile on his lips.

"Wasn't the person Moriarty put out on the street a psychopath?"

With just this one contact, Kaoru Kazama was already certain.

This Jack the Ripper is definitely not the terminally ill nobleman depicted in the original design.

Although I could only vaguely see him, he should be a rather young man.

"This is practically hell for Shinichi Kudo! Are you really not going to kill them to silence them?!"

Kazama Kaoru dodged the oncoming attack by sidestepping, then turned slightly and slammed his elbow down hard.

That was incredibly precise and ruthless; he didn't resemble the worst, most incompetent person in the Metropolitan Police Department at all.

Who knew that just as his elbow touched the cloak, the man dodged the attack at an almost unbelievable angle, like a slippery catfish.

"Damn it, so what if the internet speed is fast? It'll be cut off sooner or later."

Kaoru Kazama frowned.

This feeling is no less intense than a 460-second lag during a team fight, enough to make you furious and want to smash your phone.

The awkward feeling of my body and mind not being in sync is really hard to get used to.

Kaoru Kazama decided that she would absolutely not go inside the company until it was connected to a fiber optic network.

He had originally considered whether to go to other stages, such as Viking pirates or the ancient Roman Colosseum.

After all, I have a skill to offer, and with the added benefits of my reaction speed and power application techniques, I shouldn't lose to the computer AI.

Looking back now, I'm glad I didn't do that. If the killer on one reasoning game stage is already so powerful, who knows if they'll have developed fighting spirit on other stages as well.

His eyes were fixed on the person directly in front of him, and then he bent his knees again and charged straight at Kazama Kaoru.

Throughout this process, not even a dagger was drawn.

With the help of the cloak, his whole body was shrouded in darkness, like a black hole ready to devour anyone.

Kazama Kaoru habitually raised his leg, using only half of his strength, intending to test the waters so that he could pull back if the attack failed.

Just as he was about to be kicked, he turned around in mid-air and ran past Kazama Kaoru.

"Stop! Don't run!"

Kazama Kaoru's brain froze for a second. Did this late 19th-century serial killer have no shame at all? He just ran off naked like that.

She then realized what was happening and rushed over to catch up with the guy.

Who knew that he would slip into the alley, maneuver around, and use various obstacles to create distance, and just like that, he disappeared.

Kaoru Kazama was astonished by what he saw.

So this guy was just a side job as an assassin, his real specialty was obstacle course running, right? He ran faster than a rabbit, and with the distinctive London coal smoke masking it, the slight smell of blood had long since disappeared.

"What are we going to do now? Does anyone know where this godforsaken place is?"

Kaoru Kazama was a little annoyed, but there was nothing she could do but slowly walk forward following the streetlights.

As he walked, he reflected on what he had gained. Although he hadn't caught Jack the Ripper, it wasn't a complete waste of time. At least encountering such an adversary added a bit of color to his otherwise mundane life, which was quite nice.

To be honest, she was considering whether to make her own cocoon and then create some two-dimensional worlds to play with, which could be considered a second time travel.

However, there are no templates in this world. If you want to recreate a stage, it's not an undertaking that one person can complete.

She is unaware that Chairman Thomas Sindora has been suspected by the original Grim Reaper, Yusaku Kudo, which means that the company's bankruptcy is only a matter of time.

To be honest, in terms of economic development, the Kudo father and son had a much greater impact than those stockbrokers and tycoons.

After all, not just anyone can bring down a conglomerate or corporation with a single move.

Even attacks from rival companies take time to take effect.

She walked along, letting her mind wander, not because she didn't want to appreciate the scenery of 19th-century London.

The main problem was the pungent smell of coal smoke, which made her feel no sense of enjoyment at all.

The smoke in the air, combined with the light from the kerosene lamp, created an immediate sense of horror, like something out of a horror game.

Especially in those days when there were few entertainment facilities, most people went to bed early.

She and the Junior Detective League are probably the only ones still wandering the streets now.

Before I knew it, the sun had risen.

This is the effect in the game. Everyone comes here to play the game; they can't possibly stay there all night without eating, drinking, or resting.

So it got light very quickly.

Through the newspaper, Kaoru Kazama learned that two more victims had appeared in the Whitechapel area just the previous night, and judging from the methods used, they were likely victims of Jack the Ripper.

"So that's why that guy was in such a hurry to leave."

After wandering around for most of the day, Kazama finally circled back to the downtown poker club where he started.

After buying a newspaper from the newsboy running around on the street, I sat on a bench in the square, just like a proper Englishman, and read today's news.

To make a point, Kaoru Kazama is now wearing a tuxedo again.

This time, he also brought a monocle and a top hat. If you ignore the color and cape, it's practically the classic look of Phantom Thief Kid.

Chapter 321 Today's dose of dog food is still sweet~

“Go clean the opera house stage,” M told J.

While browsing the newspaper, a short article caught Kazama Kaoru's attention.

"M to J, could it be that Moriarty released it?"

Kazama Kaoru had a guess in his mind, but did not draw a conclusion directly.

Experimentation is the sole criterion for testing truth.

Instead of pondering so deeply, you might as well go straight to the opera house.

Come to think of it, it seems she really has a special connection with the theater in this game.

With a wave of her hand, a horse-drawn carriage stopped in front of Kaoru Kazama.

While sitting in the carriage with his eyes closed to rest, a system notification suddenly sounded in his mind.

"Ding, AI mission: Capture an AI that belongs to you. It will greatly help your future work and life. More importantly, you can enhance your status and become a cross-dressing master with your own AI."

"Uh~~~"

Are you sure you didn't just decide on a whim?

Kaoru Kazama always had a sense that his own cheat ability had been lured away by artificial intelligence.

Otherwise, why not release such a task as soon as the game starts, instead of proposing it at this particular time?

The system remained silent as always, completely different from its former lazy self; to be precise, it was a completely different system.

"System, don't you think you should take responsibility?"

"What do you mean?"

Even now, Kaoru Kazama still can't get used to the neutral, synthesized electronic voice.

To be honest, she still misses that sleazy, lazy system a little more.

"I don't think I can subdue the Noah's Ark of artificial intelligence imbued with Hiroki's spirit. Even if his father came, it might not work, let alone a stranger like me."

Kazama Kaoru pursed her lips. This system was like a hands-off manager, only creating problems for herself.

"Of course, providing assistance to the host is the system's duty."

The system's neutral tone seemed to carry a slightly different meaning.

However, Kaoru Kazama didn't notice.

"So what kind of help do you plan to provide me?"

Kaoru Kazama asked with great interest,

This system became extremely indifferent after the update, rarely communicating with me, and basically remaining silent unless necessary.

It was just accompanied by a system notification sound and a brief explanation of the task content.

"Humanitarian aid, an opportunity to redeem without consuming crossdressing reputation."

The system made a sound, but when Kazama Kaoru was about to ask for details, it pretended to be dead and remained silent.

"Fine, if you don't want to tell me, then don't. I'll figure something out myself."

"Sir, we have arrived."

The driver's voice snapped Kaoru Kazama out of his tiff with the system.

Rather than calling it a wrangling match, it's more accurate to say that Kazama Kaoru was the one who was really going all out.

"Yes, thank you, this is a tip."

"I wish you a happy life."

In this game world, although it's set in Britain, everything from the expenses to the language is tailored to Japanese customs and culture, which is very thoughtful.

It's clear that this company is ambitiously targeting the Japanese market.

Kaoru Kazama generously pulled out a handful of coins and handed them to the coachman.