[Conan] I just want to be a magician quietly

Conan fell to the floor with a plop, stirring up a small cloud of dust.

The handwriting given to them by the professor was magical, and the children entered the archives room of Scotland Yard as if they were in an empty space.

However, there was no police to stop them, and similarly, no one would come to help.

The six of them faced the piles of files in the archives room, and for a moment they all wanted to give up.

Fortunately, although the others were in a state of panic, Xiaolan's performance was as stable as ever. A casual touch was the relevant record from five years ago.

He didn't stand firmly and accidentally pushed it, and all the details of the cases committed by Jack the Ripper fell to the ground.

Sure enough, if you want to find something, you have to look at Ou Huanglan.

Conan, who jumped up and down to find information and made himself dirty:...

He struggled to get up, patted the dust on his hair, and opened the file from five years ago.

The more carefully he looked, the tighter Conan frowned.

"Tina Joe, this name..."

"It's the dead person who was thrown at the door of the police station three months ago."

Ai Huihara spread out another piece of information and threw it in front of Conan.

Conan rubbed his eyebrows, and he had a hunch in his heart.

The cause of everything started five years ago.

Five years ago, pharmacist Sonia Wood was brutally murdered by Jack the Ripper and abandoned near St. Mary's Church in Whitechapel.

Five days later, Sonia's husband, Wood, who was also a pharmacist, made an operational error when dispensing medicine for a nobleman, causing the nobleman to die soon after taking the medicine.

After the police searched for evidence, because the evidence was conclusive and the nobleman's family was unwilling to give up, the pharmacist named Wood was sentenced to death by hanging.

Then, Jack the Ripper disappeared for a full five years.

Until three months ago, he reappeared.

Starting with Tina Joe who was thrown at the door of Scotland Yard, the five dead who followed were all related to the case that year.

"Tsk, this dead nobleman was obviously killed when his family failed to seize power. The pharmacist named Wood was just a scapegoat."

Nozawa, one of the three extras, looked through the files that Conan had thrown aside and made a very sure conclusion.

After all, his father killed his uncle in the same way and took over the throne.

He had seen this kind of thing countless times since he was born.

Tsuruta beside him nodded in agreement.

Conan: ...

Look, this case is really simple enough that even elementary school students can solve it.

Conan sorted out the files scattered all over the floor, and then brought a group of friends to the poker club in the city center again, and found Colonel Moran, whose face was as black as the bottom of a pot.

Moran slashed Conan with a knife-like look, and reluctantly took this hateful kid with glasses into the VIP room on the second floor.

Ruo Mu Liang shook the red wine in the goblet towards the light.

"Do you have an answer, little detective?"

Conan climbed onto the chair opposite Ruo Mu Liang and sat down. After a moment of silence, he spoke.

"There are two Jack the Rippers.

The one who killed Sonia Wood five years ago and the Ripper who killed six people five years later are not the same person. It can be said that the latter killer is a copycat of the former one."

Ruo Mu Liang smiled noncommittally and said, "Continue."

Conan: "Jack the Ripper, who started killing people three months ago, is the child of the Wood couple who died five years ago. The six people who died in his hands are closely related to the case of his parents' death five years ago. As for the Ripper who killed Sonia five years ago, there is too little information to infer his identity."

Ruo Mu Liang nodded.

"The child had always wanted to kill Jack the Ripper and avenge his mother, but things are unpredictable. When he returned to London, the murderer had died of illness.

So, he became the second Jack the Ripper.

He killed the female pharmacist who had participated in framing his father, and threw the body at the door of the police station to provoke, forcing Scotland Yard to make the truth of the year public."

Conan suddenly raised his head and looked directly into the professor's deep brown eyes.

"So, why are you willing to help us?"

Ruo Muliang smiled, "Because he is out of control."

"Scotland Yard will not easily admit its mistakes, especially since the case of the year also involved insider information and scandals among the nobles. The child's request is destined to be fruitless."

"But the child will still obey my killing order for the time being. You can go around to the destination and wait for him."

Conan was slightly startled: "Who do you want him to kill?"

"Let's see tomorrownewspapers."

Ruo Mu Liang stood up with a glass of wine and pushed open the window of the VIP room.

This poker club is located in the city center. Looking out from the second-floor window, you can see the majestic building of Scotland Yard.

"Looking at the cause and effect, this is really a very simple case, right?

After reading all the case materials, even a child can infer the result. Do you think the police at Scotland Yard know the truth?"

Conan was silent.

Ruo Mu Liang raised the glass and tilted it slightly, and the bright red wine hung on the transparent glass wall and slowly slid down.

"The phenomenon of red wine hanging on the glass is also called 'tears of wine', that is, the tears of red wine."

"What?"

Conan didn't understand what Ruo Mu Liang meant for a while.

Ruo Mu Liang raised the glass again, facing the direction of Scotland Yard, and then drank the red wine in the glass.

"Nothing, toast to Scotland Yard. "

Conan looked through the glass with red liquid in it, and the solemn white building seemed to shed red tears of blood.

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The next day, Conan and the remaining 6 people waited in the middle of the square early in the morning. After waiting for a while, a newspaper boy appeared at the other end of the street.

"I want a newspaper!"

Conan froze when he took out a coin from his trouser pocket.

"Wait, I don't have any pounds."

"80 yen. "

Conan: ...

Unexpectedly convenient.

After buying the newspaper, Conan searched back and forth and finally found the message that Professor Moriarty sent to Jack the Ripper in a small advertisement.

Over there, after switching his vest and preparing to bully the children, Wakamu Ryo watched the live broadcast, his mind full of messy thoughts of "in-game purchases" and "recharge to unlock more game content".

Fortunately, Noah's Ark is quite conscientious in this regard, otherwise Wakamu Ryo is a little worried that when they confront each other head-on, Conan will spend money to buy a handheld RPG.

The picture is so beautiful.

On Conan's side, after confirming that Jack the Ripper's target this time is Irene Adler, the group ran to the flower shop on the street to buy a bouquet of flowers. After entering the theater, they easily entered the exclusive lounge of the big star backstage with a casual and perfunctory reason.

Xiaolan looked at the door of the luxurious dressing room with a little expectation.

"I don't know what kind of person he is. "

Conan held the flower bigger than his face, without any expectation.

The old man designed the script role, and he also played Holmes himself, so Irene Adler, the woman Holmes admired the most...

Yes, that's right, it was Yukiko.

So, for Conan, today's action is also called the rescue operation.

Conan held the bouquet and walked up to Yuki... Irene Adler.

"This is the flower Mr. Holmes gave you."

Irene accepted the bouquet with surprise and asked with a smile: "Where is Mr. Holmes?"

Xiaolan explained habitually: "Mr. Holmes was looking forward to your stage performance, but because of an important case, he can't go out for the time being... eh?"

This familiar behavior pattern, Kudo Arata has always been called an expert.

Conan's mouth twitched, and he always felt that if he continued to talk, Xiaolan's fist might be hard.

"Please cancel the performance tonight. "

Conan instinctively diverted Xiaolan's attention and forced the topic back to the plot.

"Holmes's nemesis, Professor Moriarty, has sent assassins to kill you."

Irene held the flowers, her expression a little puzzled.

"Why do you want to kill me?"

"Because, I want to see Mr. Holmes's grief after losing you?"

Iran answered uncertainly, thinking of Professor Moriarty whom she met that night, she always felt a little bit out of place.

"Really." Irene smiled and closed her eyes, "Actually, I'm also curious, Mr. Holmes, to what extent will he be sad for me."

So the performance can't be cancelled!

I knew it.

Conan looked at Irene Adler, who was a one-to-one replica of his mother, with his silly hair on his head wilting dejectedly.

The elementary school student of the god of death met his biological mother, and he had to admit his defeat honestly.