Conan’s Corpse Picker

  Chapter 958 [Moriarty] Join the team for a monthly ticket (〃)

   Halfway through, Noah suddenly felt as if he was teaching the psychic master to do things.

  It paused for a moment, and then reluctantly changed it: "Well, forget it, or I'll do it."

"It's alright." Jiang Xia recovered, looked away from the steward, and changed his path, "Don't go out of your way to stop the player—the details of Irene Adler's character here should be set by the uncle Kudo next door. Right... If that's the case, if you can't stop it, the effect is actually similar."

   Speaking of this, Jiang Xia suddenly felt something.

   He paused, raised his head, and looked at a small door on his right, a dozen meters away.

   That door just connected to the path leading to the side door.

   took a few glances, and with a soft click, the door was sneakily opened by the person on the other side.

   followed closely, and along the one-foot-wide crack of the door, there were several heads of different heights sticking out. Everyone looks familiar.

  …

  The players do intend to convince Erin Adler to stop the show and hide in some other safer place.

  So before they came to the theater, they pooled money to buy a bunch of flowers, and planned to bring them over, disguised as Erin Adler's family and friends, and persuaded her.

   Just now, the players finally found the opportunity to follow the trail and touch the backstage.

   Who knew that before seeing Erin Adler, he saw that "Professor Moriarty" whose position was unclear.

  ——The young Moriarty stood in the middle of the corridor, his eyes with a dark outline, looked precisely in the direction of the player.

   Apparently recognized them, this mysterious Asian man in British attire nodded lightly at them and greeted them gracefully.

  “…”

   A group of players did not expect this encounter at all.

At the moment when    looked at each other, some people instinctively wanted to avoid Moriarty's sight, and planned to hide again and observe this dangerous person secretly.

  Some people are suddenly happy, want to be optimistic about this unexpected and wonderful encounter, and plan to go out.

   There are those who want to go out and those who want to go back. The two slammed into each other, and a group of players huddled together in the dimly lit door.

  Suzuki Sonoko accidentally stepped on an empty paint can, slipped and fell to the side. Unfortunately, Conan was hit by her and lost his balance. He subconsciously swung his arm and tried to stand firm. The bouquet in his hand, which was exchanged for all the players' net worth, drew an arc in the screams of everyone, like a It flew out like a free bird.

   In the chaos, the narrow side door was suddenly pulled open, and the warm and bright light in the corridor came in.

  A pair of slender arms stretched in, Miyano Akimi quickly grabbed the source of the chaos, one in each hand, and steadily carried Conan and Suzuki Sonoko out of the door and put them back on the ground.

  The bouquet that drew a parabola did not fall to the ground.

  "Moriarty" took a few steps forward at some point, and caught it, the whole process was extremely smooth, as if the bouquet of flowers had been thrown to him on purpose.

   "Good evening, see you again." Moriarty glanced down at the bouquet, picked it up politely, sniffed it gently, and then said, of course, "Thank you for the gift."

  Suzuki Sonoko looked at "Colonel Moran" and then at "Moriarty", his face flushed slightly, and nervously tidied up the messy headband: "No, it's fine, you just like it."

  Conan pulled the crooked collar and corrected his position firmly: "Sorry, but that's for someone else!"

   "Really." Moriarty smiled leniently, "That's really rude."

   He handed the flower to the approaching player, and at the same time asked naturally, "What are you doing backstage?"

  Conan opened his mouth: "..."

  ...good question, he wanted to ask too. It's a pity that it was preempted by Professor Moriarty.

  "..." Tsk, speaking of which, why is this feeling of suffocation when trying to make a move but being cut off in advance, why is it a bit familiar...

  Conan thought for a while, but didn't remember.

   He sighed faintly, straightened out the flowers in his arms, and answered "Moriarty"'s question: "Go see Erin Adler."

   Although "Professor Moriarty"'s position is unclear and may not be a friend, Conan doesn't really want to answer his question.

   But then I thought about it——I met them all in this kind of place, and the players also brought a bunch of flowers. The next purpose is actually obvious.

   In short, their plan could not be hidden from Professor Moriarty. This is a typical well-informed question. Therefore, it is better to answer generously than covertly.

"I see."

   "Professor Moriarty" after listening to his answer, gave a compliment.

   But there was no surprise on his face. Even before Conan could answer, he walked to the side and got out of the way.

   Players passed him without hindrance.

  …

  Conan hugged the flower and walked out a few meters smoothly, feeling a little hesitant in his heart.

  ——It passed so easily?

   Could it be that Professor Moriarty is really on the player's side when it comes to "Jack the Ripper"?

  "..." Thinking of this, Conan couldn't help but glance behind him.

   I expected to see an empty corridor. Or in the far corner, a deep and mysterious back.

Unexpectedly, when I turned around, I saw Professor Moriarty walking at the end of the team, turning his head slightly, and talking to Suzuki Sonoko in a low voice... This crime mentor whose influence radiated throughout Europe was naturally integrated into their pure In the player team, "Colonel Moran" followed silently at the end, like a loyal shadow.

  Conan's forehead jumped, staring at the happy Suzuki Sonoko: "..." Don't bring in such a dangerous person!

  Suzuki Sonoko was still laughing, staring at the worry from the little kid without knowing anything.

   Moriarty instead noticed Conan's sight, and accurately understood his doubts and vigilance at this time.

   He met Conan's gaze and smiled: "I'm also very curious about the woman who even Sherlock Holmes fell in love with - don't mind me visiting together."

  Conan: "..." Mind!

   Especially mind!

  ...But unfortunately, this is a public place, and they can't and have no reason to stop Moriarty.

in addition……

  Conan, as a die-hard Sherlock Holmes fan, thought angrily: If he had to keep Professor Moriarty away at this time, it would be like he was afraid of him.

   And Conan remembers that Moriarty used to call him "Sherlock Holmes's disciple" in the poker club before. Although there may be a little wonderful misunderstanding... But anyway, in front of Moriarty now, "Conan" is no longer a person, he represents the reputation of Sherlock Holmes, and he cannot easily show his cowardice!

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