Chapter 507: Detective Victoria Appears for a Limited Time

It was a city that felt particularly cold and shrouded in thick smog. There was a strong stench coming from all around.

It was the smell of meat, organs, and vomit...

This was not Tolifas—the buildings were constructed entirely differently, and there were people walking on the streets. Although the haze contains a pungent smell, it is not painful.

I walked forward, but there was no solid feeling of my feet stepping on the ground. It was as dangerous and unsteady as stepping on a nylon plastic bag.

It's a hallucination, and it's at the center of a nightmare.

After realizing this, the young man got rid of the murmurs in his ears, and his bizarre vision stabilized. A sharp pain came from his arm, with the smell of burning flesh and blood.

As the center of the outbreak of resentment, Shuo Yue was the most profoundly affected, but with the blessing of the third method, he was also the fastest to wake up.

A biting cold wind blew past him, and the crumpled newspaper flew up lightly, and was caught by Shuo Yue.

【THE NIGHTMARE GOES ON】(The nightmare never ends)

【‘JACK THE RIPPER’】(Jack the Ripper)

The newspaper described the horror in bold and bold letters, and the pungent smell of ink rushed into the ears and nose.

Jack the Ripper, a terrifying legend from Whitechapel, London, appeared briefly in the 19th century, and then floated in popular culture like a ghost for a long time.

Rolling the newspaper into a stick shape, Sakuyue tapped the palms of his hands, narrowed his eyes and looked around——

Young children gathered together, their tattered clothes unable to cover their injuries; a bloated drunkard lay on the telephone pole, casting a sly look at the young man like a wolf; a woman with heavy makeup stood at the door, using her empty words Smile, seducing dirty customers...

The chimneys in the distance tower into the sky, spewing the poison of the Industrial Revolution, and the fog scatters on the streets, nourishing the unknown shadows and sins.

"Oh, this is such a real world, my friend."

The young man's sneer seemed to be magical, forcing back the eyes that were spying on him. Then, the hazy magic light lit up. When the people around looked around in surprise, they saw a brand-new British gentleman walking out.

Dark suit, white shirt, narrow bow tie, Erster coat, black leather gloves, and the iconic top hat and civilized stick.

If he had another pipe in his mouth and the sharp eyes of the young man, the great detective would have transcended thousands of years and stood on the streets of the Victorian era in England again, perfectly blending into the dark city.

Satisfied her little cosplay desire, Shuo Yue nodded to the people around her, then stepped forward gracefully, and began to search slowly but really quickly.

Different from the original work, this time little Jack is forced to get involved, and there is still hope of rescue.

"Artoria may not be present. Avalon will not be able to hold on for long without the support of his magic power. If little Jack is eroded by resentment again and gets lost in the illusion, he will never be able to be saved."

The dim yellow streetlights swayed, and the gentleman was walking on the thick foggy streets. He heard the cries of children, the beatings and scoldings of drunkards, and some unclear and ambiguous sounds around him, but he was all left behind, but suddenly , his steps paused.

A girl wearing shabby clothes with scars and bloodstains on her legs stood at the crossroads of the street, facing this elegant and decent gentleman, extending her hand to him.

"Please don't leave me..."

The toddler's plea was too much to refuse, so the gentleman walked up to the girl, squatted down, and took her hand.

Is it because you have permission? The girl stretched out her other cold arm and wrapped it around the gentleman's neck like a snake.

"Please warm me..."

"Why? Why does everyone bully me?"

"so cold……"

"I obviously want to be saved, but why is no one willing to save me?"

"I really want to be together..."

"I want to go back to my mother's belly."

Those illusory murmurs and crazy obsessions once again enveloped the gentleman. Under the mental pollution that could make ordinary people crazy, Shuo Yue's mouth curved slightly.

"Scoff, laugh, laugh."

"This is the lowest level of the world, the end of Naraku. Whitechapel, the foggy capital of London, the great human waste dump. Once you fall into it, you will never be able to climb out of the spider's nest."

This voice did not come from a little innocent soul, but from the mouth of the handsome gentleman captured by the girl.

There was no hatred or resistance in the voice, and the joy and ridicule hidden in the tone made the girl as a resentful spirit widen her eyes in disbelief. At this moment, Shuo Yue raised her head, her rainbow blue eyes Hitomi stood straight up to face the girl.

"So this is hell, the capital of evil inhabited by inhuman beasts."

"You know, I don't like it here, but I also enjoy this place."

The girl was frightened and wanted to pull her hand away, but Shuo Yue caught her with her backhand. The civilized stick in her left hand was pressed against the neck of the resentful spirit to prevent her from escaping. There was a sense of humor unique to the British gentleman in her words.

"In a city full of evil, I don't have to be bound by anyone or anything. For me, this sense of freedom is the greatest reward."

"In return, child, accept my prayer. Even though I look like this, I actually have a household registration in the Holy Church."

Ahhhh——the girl's ghost screamed shrilly, and the street lights began to flicker at a high frequency. Every time they went out and lit up again, new resentment possessed the child, and cast an empty look at the gentleman.

"Are you here?" Shuoyue looked around, and there were ghosts everywhere, so he laughed from the bottom of his heart, but that smile made the ghosts terrified.

"Then let's start."

The girl in his arms wanted to struggle, but this time, a hand grabbed her head.

"Declare——"

The moment this sentence was read, the light of purification lit up the fog of London, and the ghosts screamed in despair, but found themselves locked in by rainbow blue eyes.

"【I kill, I also create. I hurt, I also save the world.】"

The wailing sounded, and the hands and feet began to struggle.

However, the gentleman's hand tightly grasped the ghost's face as if it had the strength of ten thousand people.

"【What cannot be crossed is my palm, what cannot be escaped is my gaze, which destroys it.】"

The merciful Lord cast a distant glance at hell, and the collapse began amid the prayers of believers.

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Innocent people, innocent children, pure crystal-like existence.

The vision was distorted, and the scene changed in an instant. Six-director Reika found that she had lost the connection with little Jack, so the mother lost her composure and shouted her daughter's name on the unfamiliar street.

"Jack - little Jack -"

Like a fool who took the initiative to run towards the curse, Reika naturally attracted the attention of the world.

So, Six-director Reika saw it with her own eyes.

She saw a girl being violated by a hairy and strong man in order to get food for the day, and a boy knocked her to the ground with a stick in order to take away the girl's bread, and a boy was robbed of the bread he had desperately snatched by a vicious adult, and finally the bread fell into the hands of someone inexplicably.

A street came to the end, and as the car ran over, the bread flew high and fell at Lingxia's feet with a clatter. As she bent down to pick up the bread, the magic circuit belonging to the Osare family sounded an alarm.

"Stay with us."

A child behind her hugged Lingxia, as if she was facing her mother.

This is a vengeful spirit.

It is the crisis that Mr. Shuoyue has emphasized to her countless times.

It is the hopeless dead.

They must be eliminated.

Sixth Master Lingxia knew this very well, and she said softly:

"Okay."

This is an absolutely wrong decision, but there is no wavering on the woman's face. The moment she got permission, her back lightened, and the vengeful spirit turned into a pitch-black substance and drilled into Lingxia's body, and was absorbed by the black magician's circuit.

The card made a mournful cry and cracks appeared. Even a family famous for black magic cannot allow unprocessed vengeful spirits to merge with the most important circuit.

But as a mother, Lingxia cannot give up any part of "Little Jack". Her love will accept all the good and evil of that girl.

To Lingxia, Jack is like her own daughter. Therefore, as long as it is for the sake of her child, the mother is willing to become a demon.

Resentment collided with the spirit of ordinary people, and blood flowed from the corners of Lingxia's eyes, but her steps did not stop. Looking around, the children seemed to be attracted to her. Facing them, the woman smiled and opened her arms:

"Come on, my children."

Is this world crazy, or is she crazy?

Groups of black shadows crashed into her body, and the cracks in the card became deeper and deeper, but Lingxia was unaware of it. Even if blood flowed from her seven orifices, she still stumbled forward.

"Where are you, little Jack..."