[Conan] I just want to be a magician quietly

Beihua Municipal Hall, "Cocoon" press conference site.

The big screen in the center of the hall suddenly lit up, projecting the situation of the last copy in the game in real time. Of course, in order to protect Huiyuan Ai and Wakaki Ryo, Noah's Ark made a slight change to the faces of Huiyuan and the upcoming Sangria NPC when projecting the screen.

In the game, London copy

As soon as Conan and his party entered the London copy, they heard a scream from next door in the gray alley.

Conan rushed to the direction of the scream without thinking, but when they arrived at the scene, they only saw a black shadow that was leaving quickly, and a woman who had fallen to the ground and lost her breath.

Conan glanced at the corpse on the ground, and his expression suddenly became a little strange.

Something is wrong.

Although Jack the Ripper, a real killer in British history, has never been arrested, there are many files and related records about him.

Jack the Ripper is the nickname for the murderer who brutally killed at least five prostitutes in the Whitechapel area of ​​East London between August 7 and November 9, 1888.

But the woman on the ground, with her exquisite makeup, diamond-studded dress, the smell of high-end perfume that could not be completely covered up by the smell of blood, and a full set of various jewelry on her body, looks more like an aristocrat than a prostitute living in poverty.

Just as Conan was thinking, Huiyuan Ai suddenly grabbed Conan's sleeve tightly, and her face looked inexplicably pale.

"Huiyuan?"

"It seems... it seems to have the breath of those people."

After the scene, he teleported away directly, and then let Noah's Ark broadcast the whole process for him. Wakaki Liang touched his chin with a little curiosity.

Although the Sangria vest was indeed operated by him, this is a game, not reality. Ai-chan can sense this. Isn't this winery radar a bit powerful?

You can't think Ai-chan is suffering from PTSD from Sangria, right?

Conan on the other side: ? ? ?

Those people from the winery are also here? !

Wait, isn't this a game? Why can you feel the breath of those people from the NPCs? Are they real NPCs?

Is there an organization behind this game?

No, the style of this game and the news I got from Kaito Kidd before seem to prove that the designer of this game is most likely Dr. M, who once challenged him and disappeared for a long time.

So why is he related to the organization? Is he also a member of the organization? ?

Too much information made Conan's mind instantly a mess.

A dedicated NPC police officer said to another NPC police officer next to him: "Go and report to Sheriff Lestrade!"

Lestrade?

If there is Lestrade, it means that there is Sherlock Holmes in London in 1888!

Conan's eyes lit up immediately, and he immediately decided to go to Baker Street to find the cheat (crossed out) and the idol. With Mr. Holmes' help, it would not be difficult to clear this dungeon.

The three idiots of Teitan naturally did not raise any objections. The exhausted children were now thinking only of going through the dungeon and going home to sleep.

Woohoo, who fooled us that this game is fun, and exchanged the limited edition card of Kamen Rider for the opportunity to experience this game...

Blood loss!!!

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At the door of 221B Baker Street.

Conan knocked on the wooden door with an expectant expression, and Mrs. Hudson, with her hair in a bun, opened the door.

"Excuse me, is Mr. Holmes at home?"

Mrs. Hudson showed a regretful expression: "Mr. Holmes and Dr. Watson are on a business trip to Dartmore."

"Dartmore, wait, is today 9.30?"

Xiaolan was stunned for a moment. Although she was not very interested in Sherlock Holmes's novels, she could not resist Kudo Shinichi who brainwashed her with various Sherlock Holmes stories every time she went out on a date. Even though Xiaolan had not read the complete Sherlock Holmes collection, she still had a deep memory of place names such as Dartmore and Reichenbach Falls.

The Hound of the Baskervilles.

Conan's face fell in disappointment.

I thought I would have a chance to meet my idol up close, but my idol went out to beat the dog.

Mrs. Hudson looked at a group of little ghosts at the door whose average height was no more than 1.3 meters, and reacted belatedly, and then warmly greeted Conan and his party to come in."Ah, you are the children of Baker Street that Mr. Holmes often mentioned. Come in, I'll make you some hot milk tea."

Outside the game, Kudo Yusaku looked at the live broadcast with a serious expression.

"This is very different from the script we designed before."

Dr. Agasa scratched his bald head and wiped the sweat off his forehead.

"Yusaku, I remember you participated in the design of the London copy of Cocoon. What kind of story did you write before?"

Kudo Yusaku frowned and thought: "I originally designed a story in which Holmes and the children worked together to solve the case, and then discovered the true identity of Jack the Ripper, a nobleman with a terminal illness.

But now, the identity of the victim has changed, and Holmes and Watson, who should have provided clues to the children, have not appeared..."

[Now, I have arranged a more interesting plot for them. 】

Noah's Ark directly controlled the main computer in the control room and displayed such a sentence on the screen.

"Damn it!"

Mouri Kogoro clenched his fists. If Noah's Ark had a physical body and appeared in front of him, he would definitely let this damn artificial intelligence taste what it felt like to be hit by his father's iron fist!

Yukiko looked at the big screen with some worry.

Xin-chan, Xiaolan, you must come out safely!

In the game, a group of children sat in the living room of Holmes's house, drinking hot milk tea and eating sweet cookies. Their bodies and minds that had been devastated by the previous copies finally got some comfort.

Conan saw the photo in the middle of the room at a glance. After seeing two familiar faces, his expectant expression froze on his face.

Although they have changed their clothes and styles, isn't this what the old man and the doctor look like?

A doctor who has always had an egg head style has also deliberately photoshopped a thick amount of hair on himself.

Conan's mouth twitched and he turned his head to rummage through the bookcase on the other side.

Since Dad has put himself in the shoes of Sherlock Holmes, then according to Dad's habit, there must be relevant information about the Jack the Ripper case on his bookcase.

Looking at the full bookcases, the other children, although reluctant, still stood up to help.

However, Conan may be the one to solve the case, but Ou Huanglan is still the one to find things.

In just five minutes, she successfully found Sherlock Holmes's records about Jack the Ripper from the bookshelf with at least four or five hundred books, ending the needle-in-the-haystack operation of a group of people.

The first victim was found five years ago, and the body was dumped in the Whitechapel area. The identity of the deceased is a pharmacist?

Wait, one of the behavioral foundations of serial killers is that the targets they choose have certain similarities.

However, the first victim with black hair and black eyes in the information and the deceased found in the alley today seem to have nothing in common from appearance to identity.

What is going on?

PS: I'm finally home. I stayed in the hospital for 5 days. It's too hard to type on my phone, so I'm more comfortable with my computer. I'll resume my normal updates later. I'll make up for what I owed you T T