My esoteric uncle Jules

Chapter 168 "The Ripper Strikes Again"

Rogers opened his burnt and stuck-together eyelids again and found himself in an operating room with cold, glowing walls.

Before he could even look around, Jules' voice rang in his ears:

"woke up?"

He turned his head with difficulty and saw that Jules had changed into an evening suit and was smiling.

If it weren't for the scalpel in his hand, one might have thought it was there to welcome his awakening.

"what are you up to!"

Rogers looked terrified. He tried to break free, but found that his limbs were already bound.

Seeing this, he decisively activated his ability, attempting to transform himself into a shadow and escape.

However, before he could take any action, Jules snorted coldly and plunged the scalpel into his abdomen without hesitation.

"Try moving it again?"

Rogers' face contorted in pain, and he said tremblingly:

"Kill me, and Sir Vistis will not let you get away with it!!"

"Oh?" Jules pulled out the scalpel with his smile unchanged. "So, he sent you to kill me?"

Rogers remained silent.

Seeing the other person's appearance, Jules became even more certain of his guess.

"It really was him..."

A cold smile played on his lips as he said:
"Leaving aside who your master is, you're not getting away today."

Holding the scalpel, Jules felt a morbid excitement creeping into his smile.

He waved the scalpel in front of Rogers' eyes, and the cold light emanating from the tip of the scalpel stung Rogers' pupils.

As the scalpel approached, Rogers turned deathly pale. He tried to struggle, but to no avail. His charred skin cracked from the excruciating pain, and blood slowly seeped from the wound in his abdomen.

“Don’t be nervous, Inspector Rogers,” Jules whispered, his voice as soft as if he were soothing a child. “I’ll let you enjoy this moment.”

He pressed the knife against Rogers' chest, the tip of the knife lightly grazing his skin, leaving a faint red mark.

Rogers gritted his teeth, cold sweat pouring down his forehead, trying to hide his fear with a glare, but his eyes betrayed an unconcealable panic.

Jules ignored him, and with a flick of his wrist, the tip of the knife precisely pierced his skin, slicing open the epidermis of his chest.

Blood gushed out immediately, staining the blade crimson.

Next, he cut downwards along the middle with the tip of the knife, separating the skin from the muscle with a slight tearing sound.

His gaze was incredibly focused, as if he were sculpting a work of art.

Seeing the flesh separated, he stopped cutting, reached out and parted the flesh on both sides of the incision, revealing the white sternum below.

The smell of blood filled the operating room, mixed with the acrid odor of Rogers' burnt skin.

“You…you madman…” Rogers gasped for breath, his voice broken by pain, his eyes filled with terror and anger.

He never expected that the other party would be completely unafraid of the retaliation that was about to come!

At this moment, his chest cavity had been precisely ripped open by Jules, and blood was gushing out, but he could only stare wide-eyed at Jules in horror, powerless to do anything about what was about to happen.

Upon hearing Rogers' words, Jules simply looked up and gave Rogers a bright smile.

Then, he lowered his head again and somewhat clumsily reached into Rogers' chest cavity, took out his internal organs, and casually threw them onto the floor as if they were trash.

During this process, Rogers couldn't stop screaming.

"It's not too late for you to stop now!"

Rogers clenched his teeth, his voice trembling with pain:
"Kill me, and the Anti-Suppression Bureau will make you pay! The laws of the Empire will not tolerate a murderer like you!"

Jules ignored him, flicked the tip of his knife, cut off a piece of intestine, casually tossed it under his feet, and stomped on it a few times.

Seeing that his threats were ineffective, a hint of despair flashed in Rogers' eyes, and his words turned pleading:
"Let me go... I can do whatever you want! I'll give you anything you want!"
"You're still a full-fledged agent of the Anti-Corruption Bureau. Just release me, work hard for Sir Vestergaard, and your future prospects will definitely be much brighter than mine!"

Upon hearing this, Jules finally stopped what he was doing, looked up, and his smile became even more distorted.

He leaned closer to Rogers, his face almost touching the other's, and whispered:

"Let you go? Inspector Rogers, do you think I'm that kind of merciful person?"

"Besides, as for the so-called future—do you think I would care about such an intangible thing?"

Rogers, panting heavily, roared, his anger and fear mingling together:
"Then why don't you just give me a quick death!"

Upon hearing this, Jules' smile froze, then he burst into a low laugh, bending over with laughter as if he had heard the biggest joke in the world.

He straightened up, and the tip of the knife lightly grazed Rogers' face, leaving a shallow bloodstain.

"You ask why?"

Jules' voice suddenly turned cold, but his eyes flashed with an icy light:

"Have you forgotten how Officer Fate died? Have you forgotten the scene in that office where you personally disemboweled him?"

Rogers' pupils contracted sharply as the horrific scene of Fate's dying moments flashed through his mind.

At this moment, he deeply regretted provoking Jules and revealing his identity as the murderer.

He had thought Jules was just a nobody he could easily manipulate, but he never expected that the other party now held the power of life and death over him!

Jules bent down, the tip of his knife pressed against Rogers' heart, his voice falling into Rogers' ears like a demon's whisper:
"Maybe I'm avenging Officer Fate, or maybe I just want to kill you—who knows?"

Rogers opened his mouth as if to say something, but only let out a few meaningless groans of pain.

While speaking, Jules' hands did not stop; in that short time, he had already hollowed out almost half of Rogers' chest cavity.

“Don’t rush, Inspector Rogers,” Jules chuckled, the tip of the knife slowly piercing the blade. “I’ll make you experience the pain Officer Fett went through.”

Each stab would tear out a piece of internal organ, which would then be tossed onto the floor like trash.

Gradually, a thin layer of blood accumulated on the floor, and Rogers' groans grew weaker and weaker.

His body twitched slightly, intermittent gasps escaped his throat, and his eyes began to glaze over.

Even though he was a third-tier superhuman, he couldn't survive without his internal organs.

Not everyone possesses the terrifyingly powerful heart of a wave, like Jules.

Finally, as the knife pierced Rogers' heart, his eyes flashed for a fleeting moment before his death, his throat bobbed, and he uttered a hoarse murmur:

"You...you will die a horrible death..."

The sound was so faint that it was almost inaudible.

Then, his eyes completely lost their luster, and he died.

Jules flicked the blood off his scalpel and stared at Rogers' corpse for a long time, his mind filled with complex emotions.

"Officer, this can be considered revenge for you, right..."

In the past, Officer Fate had taken good care of him, but because of him, he was caught up in the struggle between two major forces and was murdered.

Although the real mastermind was dealt with, the identity of the assassin remained unknown, which became a minor but persistent worry for him.

Fortunately, the other party was foolish enough to jump out on their own.

After Jules had been lost in thought for a while, Rutos's voice suddenly rang out from outside the door:

"Hasn't it been resolved yet?"

“It’s over,” Jules replied softly, coming back to his senses. “Let’s go, this matter is settled.” The door opened, and Rutos poked his head in. Seeing the bloody scene in the room, even he, who was used to seeing big scenes, couldn’t help but twitch at the corner of his eye.

He suppressed his discomfort and asked:

"Did he kill Officer Fate?"

He overheard the conversation inside from outside.

“Yes,” Jules nodded slightly, “When I went to the Anti-Suppression Bureau building to look for you, he told me on his own initiative.”

Upon hearing this, Rutos found himself both amused and exasperated:

"In that case, it could be said that he sought his own death."

As a colleague who had worked together for quite some time, he knew Rogers' personality quite well and knew that the other man was indeed capable of doing such a thing.

Sensing the dawn light streaming into the room, Jules said:

"It's no good to stay in a hotel. Let me take you to a safe place."

Rutos did not object, but simply said:

"Aren't you going to take Rogers' body with you?"

"Take him away?" Jules was slightly taken aback. "Take him away for what purpose?"

“Holmes might find the stuff in his head useful,” Rutos chuckled.

“That’s true…” Jules nodded upon hearing this. “After all, this guy is a third-tier Lamp Transcendent. He should be of some use to Holmes.”

"The only problem is that it's not easy to take with you. After all, a human head is quite large and has a strong smell of blood. Taking it on the street could easily cause trouble."

Rutos chuckled:
"This is easy to handle."

……

Before long, the two set off on their journey carrying a package that smelled of meat.

Jules never expected that Rutos's solution to the pungent smell of blood was grilling.

The other party used high temperature to evaporate the blood directly, and even sprinkled some seasonings on it.

In response, he could only say that it smelled quite nice.

In addition, Jules wrapped the cloth covering the head with a moth cloak, so they did not attract any attention along the way and arrived at the gate of the Royal Estate of Loren without incident.

After identifying himself and explaining his purpose, Jules was able to enter the manor without any problems.

However, two guards cast questioning glances at the "package" he was holding.

But this didn't last long; they soon looked away, affected by the chaotic power of the moth cloak.

Upon entering the manor, Rutos looked around and couldn't help but sigh.

"It's so luxurious... I never imagined in my life that I would have the honor of entering a royal estate."

His words were full of envy.

Jules, however, laughed indifferently:

"The manor itself is not noble, and even the royal family itself is not noble; it is only what they possess that determines their current status."

Rutos smiled helplessly:

"That makes sense... but after all, they've been nobles for generations, even possessing controlled fire..."

He didn't say anything more, but Jules understood that some of Rutos's ideas were difficult to change overnight.

However, he didn't have time to correct him at the moment, and led Rutos directly to where Holmes and the others lived.

The Royal Estate of Loren is very large, and could even be described as empty, with most of the space used for landscaping and greenery, and very little actually used for living.

Therefore, finding a place to live here is not difficult; the difficulty lies in obtaining the owner's consent.

……

To Jules' surprise, he didn't meet Holmes, but instead met the Prince of Wales ahead of time.

At that moment, the other party was leisurely strolling in the manor and happened to pass by Jules.

Upon seeing Rutos standing next to Jules, he couldn't help but ask in surprise:

"A third-tier Transcendent Being... What brings you here?"

Upon hearing this, Rutos immediately became alert and said:
"who are you?"

He never expected that this person could see through his secrets at a glance, even though he hadn't shown any of his strength!
Seeing the atmosphere suddenly become tense, Jules tried to smooth things over:
"This is His Highness the Prince of Wales, the owner of the Royal Estate of Loren."

"Your Highness?" Upon hearing this, Rutos's eyes cleared up considerably, and he quickly bowed.

"I apologize, I didn't recognize you before, I was being presumptuous."

“It’s alright, it’s alright,” the Prince of Wales waved his hand and chuckled. “With such vigilance, you must be of an extraordinary status, right?”

Before Rutos could speak, Jules answered first:
"He is an detective in the Anti-Suppression Bureau, codenamed 'Iron,' and Lord Centipede once valued him highly."

Upon hearing this, the Prince of Wales frowned.

However, it wasn't because of Rutos himself, but because of what he represented.

“Count, please come with me. I have something to discuss with you.”

Jules nodded, handed the head package to Rutos, and instructed him:

"Holmes is in that house over there. Just wait for me there."

After saying that, he left with the Prince of Wales.

Rutos watched Jules walk away with a worried expression, feeling somewhat uneasy.

He had never met the Prince of Wales before, and that's why he offended him upon their first meeting because he didn't recognize him.

"Hopefully, this won't cause any trouble..."

He pursed his lips, lowered his head, and walked silently toward Holmes's residence.

……

"The Anti-Suppression Bureau dared to attack you... It seems they really need to be taught a lesson."

After hearing what Jules had to say, the Prince of Wales snorted and assured Jules:

"Don't worry, leave the implementation of those two tasks to me. You just focus on dealing with Prince Dor. I will inform you when the time is right to rescue the centipede."

Jules knew perfectly well that the other party wasn't genuinely standing up for him—as the Prince of Wales' representative, Sir Visty dared to openly send someone to assassinate him; wasn't that a public slap in the face?

If this gets out, the biggest trouble won't be the Anti-Smuggling Bureau, but the Prince of Wales!
If Prince Dorr found out that the Prince of Wales couldn't even handle this matter, then the Prince of Wales's already challenged position as heir apparent would be even more precarious.

"Then thank you, Your Highness."

……

On the other side, Holmes stared speechlessly at the roasted human head.

"This gift is indeed useful, but it looks... well, not quite in line with popular perception."

He glanced at the corner of the wall—where Ram and Lina, brother and sister, were huddled together.

Ram even covered Lina's eyes with his hand, afraid that she would see this terrible scene.

(End of this chapter)