Oritis in the world of Detective Conan

Cogan, who learned of Jack's crimes, took the initiative to attack, and she was determined to make Jack confess his crimes.

Cogan spoke up: "Mr. Jack, do you admit that you brutally murdered Mary Ann Nichols, Anne Chapman, Elizabeth Stead, Catherine Edwins, and Mary Jane Kelly in the Whitechapel area?"

Jack's expression didn't change. "Yes, I admit it."

"Do you admit your guilt?"

"Guilty? That's just my art. Art is untargeted mercy, Ms. Cogan." Jack folded his hands and looked at Cogan with a smile.

"Or perhaps you could say that it's my 'achievement'. After all, for an artist, the greatest suffering in the world is to give without being recognized or understood by others."

"You have brought chaos and instability to the once peaceful Whitechapel area. Do you plead guilty?"

"Ms. Cogan, do you know the benefits of chaos? It brings fairness. I just caused a little trouble and easily disrupted the original pedantic and outdated order."

No matter how Cogan read out her verdict, Jack remained calm and showed no remorse.

Seeing that Cogan's trial progress was frustrated, Philip stood up.

"I have to praise Mr. Jack's crime as the most cruel and vicious I have ever seen. More importantly, you have absolutely no remorse and are undoubtedly the most perfect criminal."

Philip praised Jack's crimes so much that Conan didn't understand which side Philip was on.

Then, recalling the contents of the letter, he suddenly thought of a horrible possibility.

Philip would make wax figures of criminals who fit his criminal physiognomy... so his goal was to make Jack the Ripper his unique "perfect creation."

It's too exaggerated, too scary. Who on earth is the owner of the Oritis Manor? Why did he invite these dangerous elements to perform on the same stage, while he was watching the show behind the scenes?

Conan's body was shaking slightly with fear. The three little ones were so scared that they hid behind Xiaolan. Xiaolan held Conan's hand and comforted him softly: "It's okay, Conan, this is just a game, this is just a game..."

Xiaolan was obviously also very scared. She didn't expect that Mr. Philip, who looked like a polite scholar, was a madman who made people into wax figures. She didn't expect that Mr. Jack who invited her to be a model was the infamous Jack the Ripper.

Shinichi, if only Shinichi was here, he would surely be able to think of a way out of this predicament. Xiaolan couldn't help but think of Kudo Shinichi who could always resolve problems in critical moments, but Kudo Shinichi hadn't appeared in front of her for a long, long time.

By this time, Philip's publicity for his "perfect crime" was coming to an end.

Jack stood up first: "No need to go through so much trouble, Mr. Philip." A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Then, everyone watched as Jack, with a finger blade tied to his left hand, stabbed his hand into Cogan's chest. Blood splattered out, staining Jack's hand red.

Cogan's eyes widened, unable to believe that Jack would commit a crime in front of so many people. She took two difficult breaths, then her fallen body knocked the chair away, and blood flowed freely on the floor.

"Look, the just Chief Justice, you are now like a lonely black lily blooming here." Jack raised his bloody left hand and watched the blood dripping onto the floor, like red roses.

Philip also went crazy at this time. He picked up the wax sprayer filled with hot wax that he had brought at some point and aimed the wax spray nozzle at Jack.

"Yes, that's it. You will become my perfect criminal exhibit!"

The scalding wax spurted out, and Jack raised his hands to block it with some difficulty.

The splashing hot wax splashed onto the three little ones, and they were instantly eliminated.

In order to avoid being affected, Xiaolan pulled the remaining Conan, Haibara and the little girl and quickly fled the restaurant.

Conan: "It's no use running away like this. The manor is only so big. Sooner or later one of them will find us."

Huiyuan: "Then we have to run outside quickly. I remember the gate is this way..."

Several people ran to the gate of the manor and pushed hard, but found that the door seemed to be welded to the door frame and could not move.

"It seems that this is Noah's Ark's way of preventing us from escaping." The little girl frowned.

A burst of hurried footsteps sounded from behind them, and before Conan could react, Huibara's small body was pierced by Jack's claws. Jack lifted her up to show her off to the others, and then Huibara slowly dissipated on Jack's claws.

"Conan, take Alice and run away!" Xiaolan mustered up the courage to rush forward and fight with Jack.

The little girl pulled Conan, who was still in a daze, and turned and ran.

"No, wait, no! Xiaolan, Xiaolan!" While being dragged away by the little girl, Conan kept looking back in Xiaolan's direction.

He knew that Xiaolan would not be able to hold out for long in front of that Ripper.

The two hid in the study. Conan sat on the floor with a dejected look on his face, while the little girl paced around the room.

"The footsteps will attract him." Conan's voice became a little indifferent because of Xiaolan's departure.

"Shh, don't make noise." The little girl turned around.

"If it's really like what I saw in my 'memories', then there should be a basement under this room where we can hide."

The little girl tapped the floor lightly as she walked.

"This is it." The little girl moved a piece of carpet away and used all her strength to move the floor tile under the carpet.

"Your house actually has a basement like this?"

"I told you this isn't my house. It just looks a bit similar, and the contents of the room are different."

"Let's go down quickly."

Conan first went down the escalator into the basement.

"Hey, it's your turn to come down." Conan looked up.

The little girl shook her head. "Think carefully about how to solve this puzzle, Conan."

Conan's eyes widened instantly when he realized what the little girl was trying to do. He watched the little girl cover the floor tiles again tightly.

"Someone has to disguise himself." The little girl's voice came through the floor.

Then came the sound of a blanket scraping against the ground, and finally the sound of a sofa being pushed.

Alice will be discovered sooner or later! Conan was extremely anxious, but he could no longer leave this basement.

Suddenly, he heard the sound of a wooden door breaking, the scraping of claws, and a man's manic laughter. After a short scream, there was a dead silence.

Conan covered his mouth tightly, forcing himself not to make any sound.

A slightly heavy sound of footsteps was heard, as if it circled the room, overturned a few bookcases, and smashed a few candlesticks. Then the footsteps gradually moved away until they completely disappeared from the ears.

In the dark basement, Conan felt that his own breathing, the only thing left after the disaster, was particularly obvious in the silence.

How could this happen? Even Alice... Conan sat on the only sofa in the basement, curled up in pain. This is just a game, isn't it? Why does it feel so real to me... Can I really win this so-called "game"?