No One Knows Ke Xue Better Than Me

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Conan didn't really want to go either, but after thinking for a while, he decided to agree.

The time given by Noah's Ark is seven days.

If you can clear the customs on the first day, it will not take that long at all.

He deduced from this that Jack the Ripper must be fine tonight.

There is no point in continuing to stay in London.

It's better to take the task, go to the suburbs to see, and sell Lestrade a favor.

Conan can't use Dr. A Li's research and invention now, and the force value is almost zero.

It is necessary to complete the entrustment and put Lestrade into the water to help in the pursuit of Jack the Ripper:

"No problem, officer, let me take a look. Where is the location and how long does it take to leave?"

Chapter 323

Lestrade is a typical big man with broad eyebrows and square face.

He stroked his whiskers, thought for a moment, and replied:

"John, if it's convenient for you, you can go now. On the left side of the corridor, there is a rookie Claude who has only been here for a few months. Take him and go to Baron Adams' house to check the situation. It's not a big deal. I In gathering people to block Whitechapel in the East District, we must find the hidden murderer!"

It was the third victim who died tonight.

Before that, the killer also killed two women.

Seeing that he was not caught, he even sent an email to the police station signed Jack the Ripper.

The letter did its best to ridicule, and after it was exposed by the media, it made the police lose face.

"Ok, no problem."

Conan took over the appointment and turned to leave.

John Watson, though not a staff member, was close to Sherlock Holmes.

After his introduction, he met Lestrade and got along well with each other.

It's not too much to ask for help with an errand.

After leaving the office, Takizawa Shin also complained:

"What are you doing, why are you investigating that baron, is your brain broken?"

Mao Lilan pursed his lips and stepped forward to act as a peacemaker:

"Don't be arguing, everyone is working hard to clear customs together, don't be like this."

Conan himself is a rich second generation, or a very rich kind.

For these wealthy children, he will not spoil them:

"If you can catch Jack the Ripper, you can go search with Sergeant Lestrade."

Seeing that Zhuxing Xiushu and others were silent, he glanced around coldly and continued:

"Don't forget, Noah's Ark gave us seven days. We haven't even seen Sherlock Holmes' face now. How could it be possible to catch Jack the Ripper tonight? If it's so easy, the game design is a failure."

Everyone thinks about it carefully, it seems that this is the truth.

Wouldn't it be a big joke to clear the customs on the first day?

Takizawa Shinya, Jiang Shouhuang, and others are all children of wealthy families, and they can't do the tiring work of running errands.

As soon as I heard that I was going to the outer suburbs to confirm the murder, I immediately retreated:

"Okay, then go find that baron. Let's stay at the police station and see if we can help."

Conan has always maintained a neutral attitude towards these rich second generation.

Take care of it if you want to be with you, forget it if you don't.

Mao Lilan also wanted to save the situation and persuade.

But neither side appreciates it and can only give up.

Conan came to the left side of the corridor, found Claude, and explained Lestrade's instructions.

The latter heard the mission and stretched out his hand nervously:

"Hello, Mr. John. For the first time, my name is Claude."

Conan smiled and nodded, thinking that the other party didn't know him, and he could inquire about the news on the way:

"Well, when can you leave?"

"You can now, just wait a moment."

Claude was ready and took them outside the police station, where a brown-roofed carriage was parked.

The coachman was a middle-aged man in his 50s and [-]s, with dark skin, as if he had been fished out of coal.

Seeing a lot of people standing behind Claude, he craned his neck and greeted:

"Master, are you going home?"

Huh, it seems that they are the sons of nobles who were sent to the police station to be 'gilded'.

"No, go to the suburbs of the West End, Baron Adams' mansion."

The rich second generation did not follow, and the six people crowded on both sides of the carriage.

Conan, Maurilan, and Ayumi squeezed on one side, and Claude, Genta, and Mitsuhiko squeezed on the other.

Since there is a private carriage, some things don't have to be asked.

On the way back, just say it will be delivered to Baker Street.

London night, smoky.

The visibility around was very low, and the carriage couldn't go any faster.

After leaving the city, he accelerated under the whip of the groom.

After a bumpy ride for nearly an hour, I finally arrived at the mansion of Baron Adams.

The housekeeper was away on a business trip, and the head maid was in charge of reception:

"Officer, you can count. Lord Adams died suddenly, and we don't know what to do."

Conan and Claude looked at each other and raised their hands:

"lead the way!"

The crowd passed through the courtyard and the long corridor to the bedroom.

Adams was lying on the bed at this time, in rags.

His pupils were dull and lifeless, his right hand was covering his chest, and his face was painful.

Conan is now John Watson's identity and naturally needs to get close to examining the body.

He had studied anatomy and medicine in Hawaii as a child, and had no problem coping with it.

"Can you tell me the reason for this, please?"

The head maid clutched her skirt and added:

"Lord Adams's heart is usually not very good. Because there is a party at the Opera House tomorrow, after taking the medicine tonight, he went back to his room to rest early. Later, Lord Adams couldn't sleep, so he called the maid for that..."

Conan has no personnel and doesn't quite understand:

"What is that, please clarify."

Seeing so many people at the scene, the head maid looked shy and said euphemistically:

"That's... called four maids to serve the bed and... sleep together."

Speaking of which, the wheels were all rolled into the face.

Conan finally understood, and his cheeks were a little red.

He moved closer to Adams' body and began to examine it.

There was no foreign body in the throat, and the tongue coating was normal.

There was no obvious trauma or streak on his body.

The high probability is due to being too excited during intercourse, which causes a huge load on the heart.

He didn't take a breath, and died.

After repeated checks, Conan came to the conclusion:

"The initial judgment should be that it is immediately crazy, also known as sudden death. Hello, can you call the maid who was there at the time to question?"

"No problem, please wait a moment."

Soon, the four maids involved came to the bedroom.

Conan walked through the interrogation process and found nothing unusual.

He went to the head maid and asked for two jujube-colored pills that Baron Adams was taking.

I am going to take it back to the police station for testing to confirm whether it is a drug for the treatment of heart disease.

There is nothing wrong with Conan's series of practices.

But Adams was not taking heart medicine.

As a Ph.D. in biology, Ai Haibara has worked in a pharmaceutical factory for several years and has extensive practical experience.

It's not difficult to make a two-pot Viagra replacement.

According to the level of medicine in 1888, even an autopsy could not detect the specific ingredients.

Seeing that the police officers were about to leave, the head maid said:

"It's so late, why don't you stay here for the night?"