Chapter 009 9
"Jack the Ripper..."
After making sure that Lansemero had left the nearby neighborhood, all the members gathered together in the Moriarty family mansion.
"Miss Holmes' commission was not about 'Jack the Ripper' in the morning paper." William pointed out the cursive handwriting on the edge of the morning paper left by Lansmero, "Moreover, most of what she said before was not true - she was indeed investigating Jack the Ripper, but not the teacher, nor the one in Whitechapel."
"…Inform Patterson to find a way to re-examine the body of the deceased."
At the end of the 19th century, the world was in chaos and development due to the outbreak of the Industrial Revolution. Britain began to steadily expand its colonies, incorporating a quarter of the world into its territory, forming the "Empire on which the Sun Never Sets".
This largest empire in history is dominated by a privileged class that accounts for less than 3% of the total population.
In contrast to technological progress, the class system, which has been deeply rooted since ancient times, is a solid dividing line that distinguishes people's identities.
This system, in which one's fate is determined by one's birth, is bound to create differences between people.
In the East End of London, tens of thousands of homeless people, prostitutes, orphans and other low-income people lived here.
Lansemello clicked his hat on his head and stepped into the East End of London, a scene that was almost completely disconnected from the scenery behind him.
Almost all the buildings in the UK were rebuilt after the war, and there are not many buildings that have survived from the past to the present - even magicians seeking relics cannot find the remains of Camelot on British soil; looking at the buildings in the East End of London is even more obvious. Although the crime scene is near Whitechapel, Whitechapel was demolished decades ago... Only crowded low-rise houses and narrow alleys are left.
"But the Holy Grail did appear in the heart of Whitechapel."
Lancermello raised his eyes and saw magic power emitting a blue fluorescence, gathering into a torrent and heading towards the center of the Whitechapel area. The center of the Whitechapel was like an underground vortex, greedily swallowing up all the magic power in the entire singularity, while pumping out an endless supply of magic mist to completely block the entire London.
Although many people have fallen in East London due to the influence of the magic fog, you can still see many prostitutes standing outside in the fog to solicit customers.
"I have a feeling that Jack the Ripper is nearby." Holmes suddenly spoke in Lancermelo's mind, "But this guy's presence is very vague - do you need me to tell you the approximate location?"
"No, it's not necessary." Lansemello took a deep breath and walked deeper. "We should find a place to wait until the magic fog becomes thicker. If Moriarty here is consistent with what I have seen in the past, then he will definitely choose to accept this commission. As for Sherlock Holmes here... I think he should accept the commission to find the 'Holy Grail'."
In the reception room of 221B Baker Street, the world's best and only consulting detective is confronting the only detective among magicians.
A real detective, or even a fan of the consulting detective, would never sit calmly in 221B Baker Street and confront the consulting detective. However, El-Melloi II was not a fan of the consulting detective, and he did not even consider himself a detective. The confrontation between him and the consulting detective was a necessity of the job.
——The El-Melloi family had already sold themselves completely to the devil.
"Hahahaha..." Sherlock laughed while holding his cigarette, his sharp eyes fell on El-Melloi II, "Do you want me to say it directly, or write it down?"
"Of course it's up to you," El-Melloi II replied. "By the way, the commission is determined by the depth of the total amount of intelligence you obtain, not the percentage of the total intelligence - then, you can start directly from now on."
——The depth of the total amount of intelligence... This means that what Sherlock needs to infer is not the obvious parts. The client behind the scenes should expect him to be able to see more in-depth intelligence, or even expect him to directly infer the content of the commission...
Sherlock began to try his best to recall whether there was any connection between the information he had collected and the client in front of him.
——The man in front of me looks to be in his twenties or thirties, but his expression is not like that of a man of this age. Instead, it is like the expression of an older man. According to the information collected before, these two people appeared in London almost out of nowhere, and it was exactly three days ago... and three days ago, the fog in London was not as thick as it is today.
The recent thick fog in London was slightly different from the thick fog in the past. Many of the children who provided him with information had fallen ill. However, not only had there not been such a thick fog in the past, but those children had never fallen ill due to the thick fog.
"You are related to the sudden severe fog in London - no." Sherlock crushed the cigarette in his hand and frowned slightly, "You appeared in London because of the thick fog - is my inference correct?"
"That's right, but it's not enough." El-Melloi II gently shook off the ash from his cigar. "If that's all, the commission would be to find the cause of the magic mist. But most people can't even make that kind of connection. So, I'll give you two hints."
"First, there are more nobles in London than those who are busy throwing parties every day; second, just because you can't see it doesn't mean it doesn't exist."
After hearing the hint from El-Melloi II, Sherlock's dark blue hair fluttered.
Just because something cannot be seen does not mean it does not exist - this is Britain in the late 19th century, and theories that were once denounced as heresy have long been proven to be correct in previous centuries... However, the client still gave such a reminder.
Is this saying that after the Industrial Revolution, the world we see through technology is incomplete?
But circumnavigation was completed even three centuries ago... So, could the undiscovered parts really be the heaven and hell in the Bible?
——No, the first hint even specifically mentioned the nobles of London... In other words, the undiscovered part should not refer specifically to some mythical area.
London's aristocracy is more than just those who are busy throwing parties every day - the invisible part refers to the first hint?
John held his breath and remained silent. He obviously saw that Sherlock was very interested in the client's question, so he waited by the side for Sherlock to give an answer.
Sherlock looked at El-Melloi II seriously, took a deep breath and said, "A noble from the mysterious side? The contents of the Bible are true? But doesn't that mean—"
"...I thought the deputy director's suggestion was a little too explicit." Gray sighed.
"The existence of the mysterious side does not mean that science is denied." El-Melloi II put out his cigar. "Let me formally introduce myself. I am Lord El-Melloi II. We are from Phoenix Chaldea, the organization that guarantees the continuation of human nature."
"In order to ensure that human history can continue long and strong, this research institute and observatory brings together researchers from all fields, regardless of magic or science. They observe this world that magic alone cannot fully understand, and science alone cannot fully measure. This is a spy agency jointly established by various countries to prevent the extinction of mankind, the 'Bad End'."
"However, Chaldea has not been established in this era. Even the man representing the British Empire cannot find relevant information." El-Melloi II took out the letter of commission and handed it to Sherlock, preparing to leave 221B Baker Street with Gray. "You can think that our self-introduction is fictional, but the content of this commission is absolutely true."
"The commission is to find the 'Holy Grail.'" Gray followed El-Melloi II and left. "This Holy Grail is not the Holy Grail that contains the blood of Christ, but the source of the fog in London these days. However, it is our habit to call the source of these strange phenomena the Holy Grail."
Gunshots rang out in the narrow alleys of London's East End.
Lancermello had already taken off his disguise for the "Vacant House Adventure" and was standing in an empty room with no one living in it, looking out the window at the police officers and citizens below who were at odds with each other.
"Huh, the professor is not that type of guy." Lansemello touched his chin. "What he likes to do is to deliberately create and induce crimes. In short, the professor we know is a bad guy who likes to weave webs like spiders and lure butterflies into the web for prey. The professor here is just like the Amakusa guy."
"Ha, you mean the purpose is good, but the means are wrong?" Holmes complained, "This guy is just like nodding to the Black Holy Grail and choosing Emiya Kiritsugu to fulfill his wish - ah, but he is indeed a very pitiful guy. This guy chose to sacrifice himself."
A show-off crime, inciting panic, and then setting up a common target for both civilians and nobles... Among so many worlds, perhaps only Moriarty here would choose to expose his identity in a high-profile manner.
Jack the Ripper's gang crime spree will come to an end tonight, but the smell of blood will attract the real hunter...
"But this world itself has nothing to do with us." Lansemero retracted his gaze. "Although I want to say the same as the commander of the Scottish Field that no matter how many people died, it has nothing to do with us - but Fujimaru will be sad. The Jack the Ripper case will not continue to happen, and the Jack the Ripper summoned by the Holy Grail... We just need to stop him from attacking the citizens before the detective and the Lord of Crime complete their commission."
Even Berserker, who was rational because of his positive attitude, would lose his mind and go crazy if he was fueled by madness. As for dealing with crazy Servants, no one dared to say that they were better at dealing with such things than the members of Chaldea.
William and his companions were reading intelligence sent by the insider of Scotland Yard somewhere in the East End of London.
"In addition to the missing organs in the corpse, when I checked it this time, I found that the heart was missing from the corpse!?"
"...Scottish Yard still insists that this is just a bizarre case committed by a murderer." William sighed in the afterglow of the setting sun, "But I have seen the whole picture of the incident - let us tell the fake Jack the Ripper which side is the real devil."