Conan Super Detective

As if it was not a human sight, Dong Ma gently raised the corners of his mouth, revealing an interesting expression.

"It seems that our negotiation is established. Remember to inform your subordinates, don't hurt my friends outside..." Dongma said with a sneer.

Immediately afterwards, Dongma waited for Xiaolan and others, who had been downgraded by four, and took them to the carriage that was listening outside the door.

"Able to contain Colonel Moran and his elite men with a gun, they are indeed Sherlock Holmes' friends..." said another old man sitting in the carriage.

"First of all, I don't know that guy..." Dongma replied with a smile.

What surprised Xiaolan and the others was that Dongma didn't look at the old man in the carriage at all, but at the old housekeeper who kept his head down, as if observing the pristine and old road.

"And I'm very curious, why would you let Moran's trash sit on the second place in London? His men also look weak..." Dongma asked suspiciously.

"Uh...hahaha..." The old man in the carriage was taken aback for a moment, and then burst into laughter, "I have never heard anyone say that Moran and his men are weak, it's so funny!"

"But I can answer you about that question, because Moran has a strong network in the army and government departments, so although the rigid soldiers under him are sometimes not so easy to use, but as a surface when I am away It’s still a good choice."

"Oh..." Dongma nodded suddenly, and then said, staring at the old man who looked like a housekeeper, "but you've been talking in abdominal language, aren't you tired?"

"Eh!?"

Xiaolan and the others were stunned by hearing them, the front half hidden in the front half of the machine was too high and deep, they said they could not understand, and the last sentence made them stunned in a collective blinding.

"What do you mean by this? Dongma? Are you saying this talent is Professor Moriarty?" Conan, who was standing a few steps away with Xiaolan and the others, immediately reacted and asked.

"Yes, the unique natural vanilla ancient Takisui scent on the body is rare in this era. It is rare that ventriloquism can be used so delicately, although there are still many flaws..."

Dongma slowly pointed out one doubt after another.

"Huh... how did you find out?"

The moment the two old men took off their top hats at the same time, even Xiaolan, who lacked any reasoning ability, and several other little ghosts made a very positive judgment, and their instincts had already told them that it was not as sharp. The person with the old man's eyes must be Professor Moriarty himself!

"Because Moran said to you just now,'Please wait a minute'! For the second person in the London Underground, how could he say honorifics to a housekeeper next to Moriarty?" Dongma smiled and turned around. The revolver in his hand was then gently moved into the clothes.

"So, what do you want me to do?" Seeing Dongma's movements, Moriarty entered the topic.

"Jack the Ripper, did you send this terror-attack on the streets of London?" Dong Ma asked casually.

And Professor Moriarty also replied casually: "Generally right, generally not right..."

"Oh? What do you say?"

"Jack the Ripper is an orphan I picked up in the slum, I remember being abandoned by my mother... But the previous life experience is not important, the important thing is that I felt from him at first sight, as a crime The talent of the person!"

"Then why let him kill innocent women?!" Xiao Lan asked with a vibrato.

"Because in the process of training him, I gradually began to lose control of this monster."

Moriarty smiled bitterly and shook his head, seeming to think this was ironic enough for a godfather of crime like himself.

"The series of events are just what he did after going crazy."

Then Moriarty gave a sneer, "But if you want to get rid of him, I can also help..."

But that kind of smile really made people unable to believe his words.

With a deep guard, Dong Ma asked without showing weakness at all: "Then, can you help us? According to what you just said, you have already lost control of him, right?"

"Indeed..." Moriarty seemed to be ready to say something. "But he will habitually execute the assassination order I issued. As long as you go to ambush ahead of time."

Moriarty said lightly, as if Jack the Ripper, the London nightmare of the century, was wiped out in a few words.

After thinking about it, Dong Ma finally accepted his proposal. After all, they had no clue or time, and they had no choice but to grasp the only life-saving straw.

"So, what exactly should I do?"

"I will post a message to him in the advertisement column of the Sunday Times tomorrow, and I wish you good luck at that time!"

Speaking of Moriarty, he got on the carriage and slowly disappeared into the dark street.

Chapter 0711 Irene Adler

The early morning time seems to pass quickly, probably because the time in the game is not the same as the real time. Soon, the dark night sky just now has a faint ray of sunlight.

And Dongma and Xiaolan together, Mu-Yu was on the streets of London in the early morning, looking for newsboys who might appear.

On the other side, Conan Huibara and the three little ghosts were also looking for clues about the case. At about six o'clock, everyone gathered in a place where Big Ben could be clearly seen, and summarized them. Their respective gains.

Looking at the clock pointing to one and fifteen minutes, Dongma exclaimed, "Except for the seven of us and the Takeda sisters, there are only six people left. These six kids are also pretty amazing...", and he will buy it. "Sunday Times" opened and looked for various advertisements on the advertisement column~.

"That's it!" Dongma soon found an advertisement that looked like a secret code, which read: "Tonight, go to clean the stage of the Opelier Opera House, -M to J..."

"M to J, it should be Moriarty's message to Jack the Ripper..." Xiao Ai said.

And Takizawa still wondered about the content of the message, "What kind of task is cleaning the stage of the Opelier Opera House?"

"Of course it's going to kill someone there, someone who will be there tonight!" Conan said grimly, and then turned the newspaper to the front page.

"Yes! Return performance, the star of the Royal Opera House in Warsaw, Irene Adler!" Xiao Lan exclaimed.

Conan also shouted ugly: "Damn! Moriarty that bastard!"

"Who is Irene Adler?" Takizawa asked suspiciously.

"Holmes is the only woman he loves deeply in his life, but I heard that in the end it was actually a big black hand who hid deeper than Moriarty..." Dongma said half-jokingly.

Immediately, Conan's angrily was evoked, "You fellow don't give me random settings!"

"Hahaha...just kidding..." Dongma said with a smile, but obviously didn't care about Conan's anger.

Looking at Dongma who was still lazy and not going straight, Xiao Ai sighed helplessly and said: "In this way, Moriarty must be the only woman who wants to kill his old enemy, and then shake his belief and spirit. Right..."

Immediately after that, time passed quickly, and once again came to the night scene in London, and at this time the time displayed on Big Ben was already 1.09 minutes.

But Conan and the others suddenly discovered a problem. They couldn't get into the backstage of the theater at all. Even if Conan kept playing cute, it was useless.

"Damn it, isn't it that people in this era don't pay much attention to security work?" Conan yelled, complaining.

However, Dongma replied, "It's just because of your food, I don't know how to drive Gundam, don't blame the place for Zaku..."

"Damn, what are you talking about..." Conan murmured silently.

And Dong Ma tidyed up the suit he changed in the afternoon, then took the flowers in his hand, and Shi Shiran walked to the back of the stage.

"What is this guy going to do?" Conan muttered disdainfully, "In the game world, using psychological hints to NPCs won't work..."

However, Dongma naturally knew this, so he didn't use high-precision techniques such as hints at all. He just took out a pile of pounds that he didn't know where he got, and quietly stuffed it into the hands of the security guard.