My youth story, a crossover anime, turns out, is FGO!

The night was pitch black without stars or moon, but since we have entered modern society, the streetlights were still on, bringing a warm orange glow to the dark night.

The police officers on patrol, in what should have been the most tiring time of night, roused themselves and surveyed the deserted streets with their hawk-like eyes.

Normally, small towns like this don't need night patrols at all, and the police force in the whole town is very weak, with only about a dozen police officers on staff.

The policeman on night patrol was over fifty years old, with graying temples. He was a seasoned veteran who carried a thermos to work every day, but at this moment he stepped forward without hesitation. From his sharp eyes, one could vaguely imagine his heroic figure in his youth.

He carried a flashlight, a walkie-talkie on his chest, and even a fully loaded pistol at his waist—a rare sight indeed. He was ready to call for backup and even be allowed to fire if he spotted a problem.

There was no way around it; recently, there had been several horrific murders. The victims were all brutally murdered in the thick fog, and the gruesome state of the bodies even chilled this seasoned policeman. After all, in a small town like this, there were usually just some trivial disputes, and it had been ten years since he had encountered a murder case.

The victims were all killed at night, and each time a thick fog would rise eerily. However, there were no witnesses and not many useful clues. The bodies had their internal organs removed, and the deaths were gruesome.

The veteran police officer knew that the autopsy revealed the killer's strange knife-wielding posture, which seemed to be from bottom to top. This not only failed to identify the killer but also added to the mystery. At that height, could it have been a child who did it?

How can this be?

Neither the veteran police officer nor those in power believed such an absurd thing.

However, having donned the police uniform, the veteran officer still risked his life to patrol the night for the safety of the remaining citizens.

Da da da.

The old policeman heard a series of very light footsteps. He swallowed hard and instinctively reached for the pistol at his waist.

However, when he saw who it was, he subconsciously relaxed for a moment.

She was a brown-haired girl who looked no more than fourteen, with cute freckles on her face and innocent eyes. She didn't look like a vicious serial killer at all.

The old policeman couldn't help but put on a stern face: "There's been a curfew lately, why are you out so late! What's your name? Who are your parents? I'm going to have a serious talk with them."

The brown-haired girl flinched involuntarily; her guilty yet honest demeanor suggested she was usually a well-behaved girl.

"I'm sorry, I left something important at school."

The brown-haired girl said dejectedly, "My parents aren't home; I live alone."

"Please don't tell the school! I'll be punished!" the girl said, her eyes filled with fear.

The old policeman lectured her for a long time and still wasn't done. In the end, seeing that she was young, he even prepared to take her home.

"I'll take you home first! Remember not to go out alone at night anymore, things haven't been safe lately."

Before he finished speaking, a light mist suddenly spread out, and soon it became so thick that it even obstructed vision.

"Damn it, why did it have to be now?" The old policeman's face was extremely grim. He told the girl, "Don't leave me. I'll take you home first."

The fog gave him a bad feeling.

An extremely thick fog enveloped the entire town, obscuring not only human figures but also the boundaries of the streets.

The old policeman carefully moved the girl along, and luckily he had lived in this small town for decades and could walk with his eyes closed.

However, the tension made him unconsciously take deep breaths, and the toxic fumes entered his body, making him weak. He could only lean against the wall to rest.

"What should we do, officer?" The brown-haired girl was pale and timidly hid behind the old policeman.

“It’s okay, we’ll definitely get back.” The old policeman called his colleagues on the walkie-talkie, but received no response.

Damn!

"what--"

From within the thick fog, a woman's scream could be heard.

"Oh no!" The old policeman instinctively ran towards the direction of the screams, even though he was not in good physical condition.

Following the direction from which the screams came, the old policeman vaguely saw a green-haired figure lying on the ground.

"Are you OK?"

The veteran policeman instinctively reached out to help.

"boom--"

A loud gunshot rang out, and the green-haired woman lay on the ground, the gun still emitting gunpowder smoke.

The old policeman collapsed to the ground, his face filled with horror.

Suddenly, a figure darted out from behind, wielding a cane, and struck at the green-haired woman. The whistling wind indicated the terrifying force of the blow.

what's the situation?

The old policeman tried to draw his gun, but as the magical poisonous fog began to erode his vision, he eventually lost consciousness.

Finally, he vaguely heard the green-haired woman scream: "Jack—"

Rewind a few minutes, after the old policeman was lured away by the screams.

"whee."

"whee."

The laughter of children filled the thick fog. The brown-haired girl, no longer protected by the old policeman, was trembling and could only collapse to the ground.

The white-haired ripper, lurking in the shadows, raised an innocent smile, her blade in hand, and slowly approached.

That's right, let them return to their mother's embrace!

Silently, the terrifying blade was plunged into the brown-haired girl's abdomen.

Under the conditions of nighttime, heavy fog, and a woman, Jack the Ripper would directly rip out all the victim's internal organs, turning them into a dissected corpse.

Jack's smile grew even sweeter; she couldn't wait to feel the warm blood splashing onto her!

However? Wait, the feel is a bit strange?

Before Jack could even discern the truth, the brown-haired girl, who had been looking terrified, suddenly sharpened her eyes and produced a cane, striking Jack hard.

*Crack*—with a crisp sound, Jack's shoulder bone shattered.

"It hurts!" The white-haired girl's voice was still choked with sobs. She held her injured shoulder with her other hand. She was thin and small, and was wearing a tattered cloak. She looked like she had been bullied.

The brown-haired girl stood up and suddenly transformed into another person—an English man wearing a long trench coat.

He pressed his advantage relentlessly, wielding his cane with formidable power, and his masterful Barton technique forced the injured Jack to flee.

"You lied to Jack!" Jack the Ripper complained, puffing out her cheeks so her face was round and plump like an apple. "I'll come find you to play again next time!"

As he spoke, the white-haired child retreated and disappeared into the mist, vanishing without a trace in an instant.

Holmes had no intention of giving chase. He ran towards where the old policeman had left, since there was still an innocent female killer outside.

Sure enough, the moment Holmes saw the green-haired woman lying on the ground, who was also the true Master of Black Assassin, Rokudou Reika, pull out her pistol, Holmes subdued the old policeman at the last second.

As for the pistol, it's useless against him anyway.

First, deal with the Master!

Knowing what kind of person Liu Daolingxia was, Holmes would not show any mercy just because she was an ordinary woman.

Rokudou Reika was indeed pitiful. She was a prostitute who was bullied and was chosen as a sacrifice by the original Master, a magician. If Jack the Ripper and the original Master hadn't been so incompatible that he disintegrated his own Master as soon as he was summoned, Rokudou Reika would have been dead.

Even though Jack the Ripper chose her as his Master, she couldn't supply him with magic power and could only let him hunt on his own.

But no matter how pitiful she may be, it is not a reason for her to join forces with the Assassins to slaughter so many innocent lives.

Holmes acted without hesitation, and Rokudou Reika, being an ordinary person, was powerless to resist. She could only use a Command Spell: "Jack—"