After hearing this, "Moroboshi Hideki" clapped his hands as if suddenly enlightened:
"Jack the Ripper actually had a blood relation to the victim. He killed for Revenge? But apart from Annie Chapman, there were many other women unrelated to him. Those women too..."
"At first, it really was for Revenge." Conan sighed. "But Professor Moriarty's elite education catalyzed Jack the Ripper into a deranged serial killer—he couldn't stop himself anymore."
At this point, Conan's tone turned grave. "If someone wore a Ring on the same finger from childhood, that finger would become unusually slender as they grew.
"In other words, the disguised Jack the Ripper—is you!"
As he spoke, Conan raised his hand and swept it downward with great force, pointing toward the very end of the carriage.
A woman sat there, her long dress trailing to the floor, her hair tied behind her head. She sat gracefully at the end of the seat, exceptionally beautiful.
Mouri Ran had originally been about to rush over.
But when she followed Conan's pointing finger and saw "Jack the Ripper" clearly, she suddenly froze.
She blurted out, "But... but she's a woman! Jack the Ripper was clearly a man..."
The moment the words left her mouth, Mouri Ran seemed to recall something and slowly covered her mouth.
"..." Come to think of it, Jack the Ripper had been wrapped head to toe in a black robe before, making it impossible to tell his build.
Besides, the idea that "Jack the Ripper was a man" was merely a long-held stereotype. In this London Dungeon, even the sinister and cunning Colonel Moran could become a beautiful, elegant woman. So if Jack the Ripper was a woman, that seemed...
Perfectly reasonable too?
Mouri Ran: "..." Maybe the Professor Moriarty here simply liked young, beautiful