Became the Weapon Monopolist of the Gods-Chapter 36: Jack the Ripper (2)
I judged that Vanesha wanted to let the prostitutes die while still human, before they became monsters.
If that ❖ Nоvеl𝚒ght ❖ (Exclusive on Nоvеl𝚒ght) wasn’t the case, there would have been no reason for Vanesha to commit murder.
However, even with that, there were still unresolved questions.
First.
According to the records, Jack the Ripper was known to have used a "surgical knife" as his weapon.
But I had never seen Vanesha use such a knife, not even once.
Second.
Jack the Ripper didn’t just kill prostitutes.
It seemed that he had some sort of purpose when he “extracted” the organs of his victims.
From what I had seen of Vanesha, she was not a woman who would do such things.
I came to Conan Doyle to find the answer to all these questions.
“Who is it, visiting me at such a late hour?” he asked.
“I have a request, Conan Doyle.”
Conan Doyle eyed me warily and asked, “If you have a request, you should make an appointment, not sneak into my room.”
“I apologize for my rudeness. The matter is urgent, and I had no choice but to act quickly. I couldn't solve it on my own,” I explained.
“Couldn't solve it?”
“Yes, there is something I must find out.”
Curiosity flickered in Conan's blue eyes.
"Conan, who loves puzzles, was said to be the eccentric who could not resist anything related to deductions."
Sure enough, he forgot that I was an intruder and began asking about the mystery.
“What do you want to find out?”
“I would like to ask about the East End gang extermination incident.”
Conan’s face immediately lost all curiosity.
“I'm busy, so leave. I have no interest in gangs.”
Turning his back on me, Conan picked up his fountain pen and continued writing Sherlock Holmes' case.
However, at the words that followed, Conan's pen stopped abruptly.
“It was done by one person.”
“......”
Conan Doyle stopped writing and turned to look at me, his blue eyes full of curiosity.
“I’ll take the case, Conan Doyle.”
Clink.
A purse full of money landed on the table.
“Please find the suspect in the Crime Pub extermination incident.”
The Crime Pub extermination was concluded to be a gang fight.
The East End was a lawless area where gangs formed and disappeared frequently, sometimes several in a month.
It wouldn’t have been strange for one large gang to disappear.
But once Conan Doyle got involved, the direction of the case changed.
“This is the work of one person.”
Conan, after scanning the wrecked interior of the pub, made his conclusion.
“The weapon used was a knife... no, maybe ‘scissors.’”
He deduced what Vanesha had used just by glancing over it.
An incredible deduction, the work of the man who created Sherlock Holmes.
“An awakened one. Was this due to a grudge?”
“To stop the Plum Blossom Poison from spreading,” I said.
“The disease that’s spreading among the prostitutes?”
“Correct. The Plum Blossom Poison was being sold at Crime Pub.”
“It’s not just being sold at Crime Pub, is it? The gang is probably involved as well.”
“That’s likely.”
In East End, besides Crime Pub, there were five other large and small gangs.
To them, Plum Blossom Poison was a good source of income.
“Conan, here’s the requested evidence,” said the officer in charge of the case, handing Conan the weapons collected from the pub.
Among the various weapons, Conan picked up the envelope containing the scissors.
“Cheap scissors. Judging by how it was discarded after just one use, it looks like it wasn’t intended for long-term use.”
“......”
“If it’s a seamstress, she wouldn’t want to sew with bloody scissors, would she? She would need to buy a new one.”
From just that clue, Conan deduced Vanesha's next destination.
He found the hardware store where the scissors were sold from the day of the crime and interviewed everyone who had ever interacted with Vanesha to gather information.
“The killer will likely stay within East End until the Plum Blossom Poison is eradicated. It must be within this area.”
Swipe.
Conan marked Vanesha’s activity area with a red circle on the map.
“There’s only one gang in this area.”
Conan pointed with his fountain pen to one specific location.
“The Dublin Pub. An Irish gang?”
“......”
It only took Conan three hours to track down the scissors and deduce Vanesha’s location.
That was the time it took to gather people, though.
Watching Conan's deduction, Jeanne’s eyes widened in amazement.
“Did he use his ability?”
“No.”
Conan was known as a non-awakened person.
He displayed powers that surpassed the awakened ones purely through deduction alone.
It was an amazing deductive ability that seemed unbelievable, even when watching it happen.
Modern profiling techniques are said to be based on the innate sense Conan honed.
The god of deduction.
But even such a man could not catch Jack the Ripper.
Did that mean Conan had failed?
“......”
We would find out by observing.
Jeanne and I followed Conan to the Irish gang’s hideout.
The gang's hideout was beneath a tavern.
It was supposed to be a place surrounded by layers of tight security.
However, the current gang hideout was eerily silent, with an ominous stillness in the air.
‘Vanesha’ was there.
In the middle of the gang members' corpses,
Holding a pair of bloodstained scissors.
“Don’t move!”
The officer pointed his gun at Vanesha.
“Vanesha!”
“Why are these people not being judged by the law?”
Vanesha gazed indifferently at the officer aiming his gun at her.
“That's why I decided to deliver judgment myself.”
Vanesha smiled at me.
“Did I do something wrong?”
“......”
I couldn’t answer.
The British government’s treatment of East End was nothing more than ‘neglect.’
Even when people died or crimes occurred, the British government had always turned a blind eye.
Vanesha, in place of the negligent government, had decided to be the executioner herself.
Although, like Jeanne, she didn’t have the ability to help the victims, she could at least deliver ‘hell’ to those responsible for creating that suffering.
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Bang─!
When the officer fired, Vanesha was already gone from the spot.
The ghost of death had vanished,
No, the one who chose to act as the executioner in a world of neglect had disappeared without a trace.
At 4 AM on August 31st, the body of a murdered woman was discovered in the back alley of East End.
The dead woman had her eyes wide open, staring blankly into the air.
Her name was Mary Ann Nichols.
She was a prostitute.
This was officially recorded as Jack the Ripper’s first murder.
I decided to trace Mary Ann Nichols' whereabouts before she was murdered.
By following Mary, I was sure I would encounter Vanesha.
Late at night.
As I waited in front of the hotel where Mary stayed, she came out.
I quietly followed her.
Drunk, Mary staggered through the alleyways of East End.
After about 10 minutes, a woman appeared at the corner across the street.
A woman with eyes that gleamed even in the darkness.
It was ‘Vanesha.’
Perhaps seeing me, Vanesha stopped walking.
It was then that our gazes crossed in the air.
“Ahhhhhhh!”
A scream erupted.
Upon hearing the scream, Vanesha vanished into thin air.
“Th-there’s a corpse!”
Mary, who had stumbled, stared at the alley where Vanesha had disappeared, her face pale in shock.
“......”
There, lying in the alley, was the body of a dead woman.
Jack the Ripper’s first victim was not Mary Ann Nichols.Could it be a parallel world?
Jack the Ripper’s first victim wasn’t Mary Ann Nichols but another prostitute.
The police treated the case as a simple murder.
In the poor East End, murders and robberies happened frequently.
But...
“That’s strange.”
Conan, investigating the scene, tilted his head.
“What do you mean?”
“Are you saying that this was really the work of that woman?”
“Are you saying it wasn’t?”
“The method is completely different.”
“Pardon?”
“This was the work of someone else. They used a surgical knife. Very professional.”
What could that mean?
Vanesha had been at the murder scene.
I had seen her disappear, and I had seen the corpse appear.
But Conan was certain it was the work of someone else.
─I saw it. The person with the red hair...!
Meanwhile, Mary, the first witness, was explaining to the officers what Vanesha looked like.
[The main suspect in the Crime Pub extermination, prostitute murder!]
[The method was so brutal... ]
[The East End murderer, Jack the Ripper!]
[Is it the same person as the suspect in Crime Pub?!]
This was the moment Jack the Ripper became known to the world.
A week later, another prostitute was murdered.
The killings continued, and London streets were pressed under the fear of “Jack the Ripper.”
Newspapers fueled the panic, publishing sensational articles about Jack the Ripper.
But since Jack the Ripper always worked in the dark, no one had seen him in detail.
Various individuals were suspected.
From specialists to high-ranking dukes and even a British prince.
Over 100 people were wrongly accused as Jack the Ripper, enduring hardship.
And while London suffered from the terror of Jack the Ripper, I came across a strange article.
[Jack the Ripper's murders seem to be a backlash against the government’s prostitution promotion policy...]
‘Prostitution promotion?’
It seemed odd.
Why would the government, which dislikes the growing population of East End, promote prostitution?
‘No, it’s not prostitution... it’s the Plum Blossom Poison.’
Those who are poisoned by the Plum Blossom Poison turn into monsters.
This served the purpose of reducing the swelling population of East End.
But the Plum Blossom Poison was, after all, a “monster.”
It was related to the desperate Astaroth.
What confidence did the British government have in promoting Plum Blossom Poison?
‘Could they have a way to control the monsters?’
Or perhaps, the Plum Blossom Poison was not naturally occurring but artificially created by the British government to reduce the population.
“......”
All the puzzle pieces started to fall into place.
If the Plum Blossom Poison was an artificial monster phenomenon created by the British government...
Then there must be a ‘host.’
A host that produces the Plum Blossom Poison.
If the host was cooperating with the British government, it would make sense that the government promoted prostitution.
‘A controllable monster’ would be an effective tool for reducing the population.
This also explained why Conan Doyle failed to find Jack the Ripper.
If the enemy was the government, no matter how much of a genius Conan was, he would have had to keep silent.
In the end, I came to one conclusion.
‘Vanesha is not Jack the Ripper.’
Although history recorded her as Jack the Ripper, it was a stigma created by the British government.
[Complete Jack the Ripper’s murder.]
Perhaps this ‘murder’ was not referring to the prostitutes at all.
‘Was it the host?’
