I am in Mihua, and the ladies all like me

"Um……"

Serabelle didn't want to say anything more.

In fact, he did not approve of Conan's behavior just now, not because he wanted to kill people, but because the latter's desire to perform was too strong.

In that situation, after a lot of reasoning, the identity of Jack the Ripper was revealed in public. Isn't it normal for the other party to fight desperately and even kill passers-by?

It would have been better for Yu to secretly tell him how to identify Jack the Ripper in advance, and then take him to death with a cane when they meet unexpectedly.

Now Tang is finished.

So it's time to sing.

The carriage of a high-speed train is not airtight, and the thick smoke in the carriage was quickly dissipated as the door was opened.

When the smoke cleared, the carriage was empty except for an open skylight and a folding steel ladder hanging from the skylight.

"It looks like they went up."

Serabelle returned to the carriage and glanced up at the skylight through which she could see the moon and stars directly because the roof was open. She said to Moroboshi Hideki without turning her head.

"Just stay here, I'll go up and take a look."

After saying that, he climbed up the folding steel ladder.

On the other side, on the roof of a speeding train, two figures, one big and one small, stood at the same height under the night sky.

On one side was Jack the Ripper, sneering bloodthirstily with a knife in hand, and on the other side was Conan, who was being lifted up by the throat like a chick and could only struggle feebly.

Noticing the situation at the skylight, Jack the Ripper shifted his gaze slightly and fell on Serabell who had just appeared.

"Another one comes. Let's start with you!"

After saying that, he suddenly exerted force, threw Conan to the ground, and stabbed him in the chest with a backhanded knife.

The Holmes of the Heisei era was defeated on the spot, with an expression of resentment and unwillingness remaining on his face, and his figure turned into white light particles floating in the wind.

He didn't even get to say his final lines.

At the same moment Conan left the stage, two system prompts appeared in front of Serabelle.

[You are the last surviving player. Please try your best to complete the game. If you die, the game will be considered a failure.]

[Game mode has been changed: Injury-instant-death mode → Real-life fighting mode]

“…Oh, I see.”

Serabelle stared at the prompt in front of her for a second, then smiled with relief.

He held the cane with both hands and pulled it with a little force. The cane fell off like a scabbard, and a silver blade as long as an arm appeared on the handle. The bright light on both sides of the blade reflected the eyes of the young man and the Ripper respectively.

The two are exactly the same.

"Okay, let's finish... no, let's start."

Chapter 346 Only death can end it!

At the same time, in the real world, the venue was in complete silence.

According to the mechanism of Noah's Ark, any player who loses the game will be disqualified from the game, and all players who lose the game qualifications will be locked in the "cocoon" and sink under the stage.

And now, there are only two left out of the fifty huge round eggs on the stage.

All the children who went to other game worlds have been defeated, whether it was adventure for treasure or rally racing, they were all annihilated.

But there is nothing strange about it. After all, they are just a group of children in their early teens, some of whom are even less than ten years old. Many of them are still at the stage of only knowing how to play the invincible version of beating up other kids. It is almost impossible for them to complete a hardcore masterpiece in one life without using a modifier.

Unless there is a genius player named Hosho Eimu inside.

But unfortunately it didn't.

The stages of several other game worlds have already ended, and only the Centennial London copy is still going on. The large screen, which was originally divided into five parts, is now completely occupied by the scene on the train.

If the London instance also fails, then all fifty participating children will be killed by Noah's Ark, and the next generation that is destined to shoulder the future of Japan will also come to an end.

It is certainly heartbreaking to lose the children you have spent so much effort to raise, but what is even worse is the huge adverse international impact that the "generation gap" will bring.

This is tantamount to declaring that Japan as a country no longer has a future.

Men with frowning brows and women covering their faces and crying silently in pain could be seen everywhere in the venue.

The wealthy and noble bank chairman sitting in the front seat seemed to have aged a dozen years in an instant. He held his forehead and sighed, leaning towards the deputy superintendent of police who was sitting next to him with a frown on his face.

"Morohise, it seems that only your grandson and the son-in-law of the Suzuki family are still alive. What do you think of them..."

"Jiang Shou, don't say this now! It's meaningless!"

Toshio Moroboshi immediately stopped him in a low voice.

Such a stern attitude seemed to be a reflection of his firm will and respect for facts, but in fact it revealed that his heart was as shaken as everyone else present.

After all, that was his grandson whom he had watched grow up...

In the high seats two or three rows behind, Hattori Shizuka, who had been calling "Ping-chan" all the time, rarely put away the faint smile on her face and slightly pursed her lips.

"I didn't expect that even Heiji would leave the stage."

"Yes."

Suzuki Tomoko shook her head.

"But he has done a good job. If he hadn't blocked the stone slab that fell from the sky for Serabelle and Irene Adler, the game would have been over now."

The end here does not mean completing the game, but the game over.

"If...I mean if."

Hattori Shizuka took a deep breath.

"Even if they do lose here, I will still be proud of them."

"Oh?"

Suzuki Tomoko looked at the beautiful woman who suddenly became calm with a little surprise.

Hattori Shizuka continued, "Although it was just a game, they did put up a brutal fight in there. It can be said that even if anyone present went in there, they couldn't do better than them, including you and me."

"...That's right, you are quite right."

Suzuki Tomoko was silent for a moment, with the corners of her mouth slightly raised.

Although it can't be said that she looked down on him, she did not put the other party on an equal footing with herself at the beginning.

After all, she is a woman who only got her current social status by marrying the chief of the Osaka Police Station, while in comparison, she herself is a wealthy family.

But now it seems that Mrs. Hattori is no ordinary person.

"Well, don't be too nervous. He hasn't lost yet, and he won't lose."

"Who?"

"Serabel."

It was a rare occasion that Suzuki Tomoko used her full name. There was no dejection of impending defeat in her indigo eyes, but instead an absolute confidence that victory was in sight.

"Ms. Hattori, you probably haven't seen him fight at his full strength yet, right?"

Oh?

This time it was Hattori Shizuka's turn to be slightly stunned, and then a rare hint of inexplicable excitement appeared on her beautiful face, which always looked like a good wife, mother and housewife.

"Really? That makes me look forward to it."

As soon as the words were spoken, on the big screen in front of the venue, there was no starting gun sound in the game, but the two people on top of the speeding train moved at the same time, as if they were in sync with each other.

They were like the Shadow Lord Jie dancing with his shadow clone. Their movements were completely mirrored. They took steps with the same posture, rushed towards each other, and then... swung their swords at each other!

Ding!

The crisp sound of swords spread in the air like an invisible field at the moment when the staff sword and the dagger collided, accompanied by brilliant sparks exploding when metal and stone hit each other.

Both sides were waving their weapons at a very fast speed. The double-digit number of slashing and collisions per second made a tinkling sound that connected together like the crisp sound of wind chimes. Dazzling sparks were floating on the top of the train in the wind as if they were free.

This is a life-and-death fight where all means of defense are abandoned, and any negligence will result in death.

If we talk about pure physical ability, Jack the Ripper is actually better, because he is an adult in his thirties but not yet thirty, and his agility, strength and other indicators are at the peak of his life.

In comparison, Serabelle is still far from reaching its most prosperous period.

After another battle, Serabelle let out a light breath, leaped back with the wrist-numbing reaction force from her staff and sword, and at the same time pulled out three throwing knives from her windbreaker and threw them out.

Whoosh whoosh!

Three flying knives tore through the air, and the cold light they brought pierced through the dark night.

This was not something he had stolen from Holmes's lodgings, but rather something he had plundered from Colonel Montran's men at the card club.

It didn't work at the theater entrance before because Jack the Ripper was wearing a cloak, and the handle of the knife would be stuck through the fluffy clothing, and its lethality would be greatly reduced.

But now it can be used.

But the killing move that was supposed to penetrate Jack the Ripper's body failed to reach where it was supposed to.

Ding Ding Ding!

Three sparks suddenly appeared in the air, and the six flying knives flew out in completely opposite directions after the collision, scattering on the roof of the car.

Not far away, Jack the Ripper was still throwing a knife, with a sinister smile on his thin face.

Sure enough, it’s not that easy to solve…

Serabelle sighed softly in his heart, but he didn't think that he could get rid of the opponent so easily.

So, hold the sword tightly in your hand, muster the remaining strength in your body, and swing the sword forward again!

They roared! They fought!

This is a war between Rippers, and only death can end it!

Chapter 347 Covered in blood!

Click——!

On the speeding train, Serabelle knelt on one knee, held the sword in both hands and stabbed it deeply into the roof of the train, and suddenly stepped back. The sharp blade scratched the iron sheet on the roof with sparks flying, leaving a one-meter-long gap before she could stop herself.

Ha ha……

He raised his head and gasped, and the figure standing in front of him holding a dagger was a little blurry.

The high-intensity fighting that is completely beyond the limit of human endurance brings about horrific physical consumption, and Serabelle is not an invincible iron man, and it is impossible for him to fight forever indefinitely.

He now had very little physical strength left, and his tired body was covered with wounds.

Gritting her teeth and tensing her muscles to control the slight trembling of her legs, Serabelle struggled to stand up with the help of her staff and sword. The deep red liquid on her hand hanging by her side slowly slid down the back of her hand to her fingertips and then dripped onto the ground.

I don't know if it was sweat or blood, or both.

In fact, Serabelle should not have been in such a mess. Although Jack the Ripper was physically superior to him in all aspects, the combat skills improved over the past hundred years were enough to make up for the shortcomings in statistics.

But the problem was that Jack the Ripper was a man of few moral principles. He even wore a bulletproof vest and iron underwear under his nightgown, making it impossible for Serabelle's attack to effectively harm the former's vital parts.

I think it was the kick in the crotch at the beginning that made him alert, just like a rabbit punching a snake monster and making it feel emotional.

It's just making things more difficult for yourself.

But he was able to get this level of equipment. He is indeed the ace killer trained by Professor Moriarty...

Serabelle took advantage of the time she was thinking about it to take deep breaths and try to recover as much strength as possible.

However, even so, Serabelle was very clear that all this was in vain. Although Jack the Ripper's condition was not much better, in terms of physical exertion, and physical damage, she was still better.

After all, it's a battle between an unarmored force and an armored one, so the disadvantage is still too great.

Even if he continued to fight, he would definitely be the first to die.

Serabelle didn't even have the energy to pull the corners of her mouth.

He lowered his head to glance at the staff sword in his hand. The blade was covered with cracks that were visible to the naked eye. Every time it experienced a confrontation, it would get a scar. Now it was on the verge of its limit.

This thing is not a magical weapon, it is simply something he stole from Holmes's house. Holmes is not a rich man, and he probably paid the price of an ordinary mass-produced product when he bought this sword.

In comparison, although Jack the Ripper's dagger is shorter, it is extremely tough and sharp, and it is still as bright as new after the battle.