The Art of Dressing as a Woman

"..."

Conan, who was being carried away and thrown around, was still in a daze.

My feelings are exceptionally complex, and they are layered upon each other.

Coming to his senses, Conan looked at the red lips pinching the back of his hand and couldn't help but wipe away a bead of cold sweat.

On one hand, there's the disappointment of wanting to enjoy some Sherlock Holmes romance but not getting it.

On one side is Fujino's near-miss with his mother, a close call after they almost kissed.

My mom almost kissed my teacher?

No, no, it should be that Irene almost kissed Sherlock Holmes...

But that's still using his own mother's face!

Thinking about it, there are still more survivors than victims.

Fortunately, Sherlock Holmes reacted in time!

If he really falls for her, he'll probably remember this scene every time he sees Fujino's face, leaving him with some inexplicable psychological trauma!

With their own thoughts in mind, the two ran quickly and soon caught up with the main force chasing Jack the Ripper.

"Waaaaah—!"

A train whistle blared across the platform at Charing Cross Station.

Jack the Ripper quickly jumped onto the moving train and sneaked inside.

"Clang—Clang!"

The train had already started moving. Ran, despite her superb athleticism, was still able to keep up with the train. Looking back at the few people lagging behind, she hesitated for a moment.

Then she saw a figure in a brown cloak rushing towards her from behind, carrying a corgi in his arms.

You misread it, it should be Conan!

As the figure passed by the few little ones running behind, it grabbed the collar of the Hideki Morohoshi Noah and pulled the two children onto the departing train.

"Ran, you go up first!"

Sherlock shouted, then casually tossed Conan and Noah up.

"Oh!"

Ran felt that the sentence sounded familiar, but she did not hesitate and followed them into the carriage.

"Wait for us!"

"Ran, wait for me!"

The little ones were severely lacking in stamina; after all, they were just children with short legs and couldn't run fast, so they couldn't keep up with the train at all.

Although Sonoko has long legs, she can't run fast because she's wearing high heels and a formal dress and her skirt doesn't let any light out.

So, after all four of them boarded the train, they could only watch it disappear into the distance.

After boarding the train, the group walked from the last carriage to the first carriage, but they still couldn't find Jack the Ripper.

"Jack the Ripper, he clearly got on this car..."

Ran looked around at the passengers in the carriage, "But why can't I find anyone else?"

"Maybe he's disguised."

Fujino guessed, "Since they are assassins trained by Moriarty, then disguise should be the most basic course of training."

"Um..."

Conan nodded slightly. "If it were Professor Moriarty, he would indeed do that."

Then I suddenly remembered that my mother, Yukiko Kudo, was indeed Disguise Art.

However, when he thought of his mother, he couldn't help but recall what had just happened.

Damn, I'm traumatized!

"Excuse me, are you looking for someone?"

At that moment, a blond man in a red uniform noticed the group and asked them curiously.

"Jack the Ripper has already infiltrated this train."

Conan shuddered, snapped out of his thoughts, and looked at the train conductor, saying, "We and Sherlock Holmes came to this train because we were following him!"

"What?!"

"He's probably already blended in with the passengers."

Fujino glanced at the surprised train conductor and said, "If possible, please call everyone to the last carriage of the train. We have a way to identify Jack the Ripper."

"I see!"

Watching the train conductor rush towards the back of the carriage, Ran turned her gaze to Sherlock Fujino and asked in confusion, "Mr. Sherlock Holmes, what exactly was the method used to identify Jack the Ripper?"

"I think it should be a finger."

Conan explained, "Jack the Ripper seems to have been wearing the ring his mother gave him before she left all these years. If that's the case, then his fingers should be thinner."

He paused, then continued, "Even if he isn't there, it would be easier to find him by calling everyone to the back carriage."

"So that's how it is..."

Ran nodded thoughtfully. "As expected of Mr. Sherlock Holmes, he seems just like Fujino in Senior life!"

"Then it seems that Fujino is also a very excellent detective..."

Sherlock Teng nodded slightly, sparing no words of praise.

Conan was a little jealous. "..."

I'm clearly Sherlock Holmes's apprentice!

Soon, the train conductor gathered everyone in the rear carriage.

The group arrived at the last carriage and looked inside. They saw that the sofas in this luxurious carriage were filled with all sorts of passengers.

Fujino glanced around, his gaze settling on the sofa to his right.

There sat a lady, dressed in an elegant and appropriate dress, her hands folded on her thighs, her exposed wrists showing fair and smooth skin.

A hint of melancholy lingered in her deep blue eyes. Her long red hair was tied back, and gold ornaments dangled from her ears. Her eyelashes trembled gently, making her look like a virtuous woman burdened with worries.

Looking at the respectable woman before him, Fujino suddenly fell into deep thought, "Is this really Jack the Ripper?"

He thought about Miss Asai, then looked at Miss Ripper in front of him, and suddenly realized that Mr. Lu Xun really hadn't lied!

The greatest art in the world is men dressing as women.

—If we're going to go even further, it would be a good brother dressing up as a woman.

But thinking about it, did Lu Xun really say that?

Fujino thought about it and decided that it didn't matter whether Mr. Lu Xun said it or not.

If many people believe that he said it, then it is his opinion.

In short, this beautiful and ladylike woman was Jack the Ripper in disguise!

"Um?"

Miss Jack the Ripper clearly did not believe that Fujino had discovered her.

She tilted her head cutely, revealing a puzzled expression.

Fujino: "..."

Is this really a cross-dressing master?

He was speechless for a moment, then couldn't help but glance down.

It was discovered that this cross-dressing man's operations were quite extensive.

It's strange, where did all these bulging things and that outfit come from?

Could it be that they knocked out a real, respectable woman and stripped her off?

We must investigate this thoroughly.

So, with a sense of curiosity...

Fujino walked forward slowly and gave Miss Jack the Ripper a serious look.

He then reached out and touched Miss Jack's chest.

Something felt off, so I pinched it a couple more times.

How strange, the tactile sensation here is completely different from Asai's?

It looks exactly like the real thing!

"Eek..."

Miss Ripper's face flushed slightly.

Conan: "???"

Ran: "??!"

Noah's Ark: "...?!"

What kind of decent person would start pinching someone right away?

Forehead...

Why do I feel a little itchy?