I'm writing a novel in Ming Ke, if you mess with me, you'll be the heroine

After solving the weapons problem, Moriarty finally talked about Jack's whereabouts.

"In fact, I haven't seen that kid since he got out of control. Even though he's out of control, if I give the order to kill, he'll still go back and do it. At that time, you just need to get there first and wait for him." Moriarty said with ease.

Conan couldn't help but interrupt: "Who do you want to order him to kill?"

Moriarty stretched out his finger and shook it: "This game will be meaningless if it is said out loud. You should pay attention to tomorrow's newspaper. But since we have reached a cooperation, I wonder if my poor subordinates can be released?"

Chu Ming agreed immediately: "Of course, to celebrate our cooperation, Professor, would you like to come in for a drink? Moran has prepared some good wine for you."

Moriarty looked at the half-bottle of red wine on the table that Gin had already drunk by himself, and his mouth twitched slightly. He elegantly rejected Chu Ming's invitation: "No, I'll leave first. This bottle of wine is my gift to celebrate your success in advance. I wish you good luck."

After saying that, he turned around and prepared to leave.

Conan took two steps forward and shouted without thinking, "Please beware of the Reichenbach Falls in three years!"

"..." Chu Ming paused because of his sudden shout. To be honest, saying such words to an NPC in the game, the great detective really played the game with real emotions.

Moriarty's leaving figure also paused for a moment, turned his head and looked at Conan deeply, then continued walking forward, as if he didn't take the advice to heart.

"What happened to the waterfall three years later? Moriarty died there?" Although he was complaining, it did not stop Chu Ming from wanting to hear the story. He asked Gin curiously in a low voice.

"Well, that's the place where Holmes and Moriarty dueled. The two fell off the cliff during the fight. Holmes survived, but Moriarty died." Gin explained it concisely in just a few sentences.

Chu Ming was choked by Gin's short story. He squatted down and untied the rope that bound Moran, no, it was her skirt, and then asked in a negotiating manner: "Colonel Moran, it is better to resolve a feud than to create one. How about I untie the rope that binds you, and then we can shake hands and make peace?"

Moran stood up and stared at Gin, who was drinking without paying any attention to him. He had spent a lot of money to buy this wine, and had someone bring it back specially. He had intended to give the professor a surprise, but the wine didn't arrive and was drunk by someone else.

I even need the professor to condescend to come to my rescue personally...

This was a heavy blow to Moran, who considered himself the professor's right-hand man.

Chu Ming looked at Moran's murderous eyes and couldn't help laughing, dancing on his nerves: "Colonel Moran, the professor asked you to entertain us well, are you going to disobey the professor's orders?"

"..." Moran said nothing, his anger subsided.

Seeing that Moran had given in, Chu Ming nodded with satisfaction, looking relieved: "That's right, it's so late now, do you think there is any place for us to stay?"

"..." Moran endured it again and again, and lowered his voice, "Arrange for them to stay in the guest room."

Chu Ming continued to press the issue: "By the way, the professor just said that the news will be published in the newspaper tomorrow. Please deliver the newspaper tomorrow morning. Otherwise, it will be bad to delay the professor's work, don't you think?"

"..." Moran looked as if it was best to sleep with your eyes open at night, and turned away angrily.

Chu Ming, as if nothing had happened, told the children to go and rest first, then walked towards Gin.

At this time, Gin had almost finished the bottle of red wine by himself. When Chu Ming went over, there was only a little bit left. He looked at Gin eagerly as he tilted his head back to drink, not intending to share with him at all. He couldn't help but mutter, "Is it really that delicious? Can you taste it in the game? It's not like drinking water, right?"

Gin ignored his jealousy and said the grapes were sour because he couldn't eat them, and when he got up and left, he put the revolver into Chu Ming's hand.

?

Chu Ming looked at Gin in confusion: "Why did you suddenly give me the gun?"

"Just in case, Moriarty is not a good person. We injured Moran before, so you should keep the gun with you to prevent him from taking revenge."

"I don't think my skills are that bad..." Chu Ming seemed to be complaining, but he actually put the gun on his waist with great pleasure.

*

A good night's sleep.

In the middle of the night, Moran did not disobey Moriarty's order to attack everyone. Early in the morning, Chu Ming took out the gun from under the pillow and put it away. When he went downstairs, everyone had already gotten up and gathered downstairs to read the newspaper sent by Moran. He was the only one who was late.

Chu Ming didn't realize anything at all. He went downstairs and joined them in reading the message from Moriarty to Jack the Ripper in the newspaper.

Finally, I saw M's message to J in the message board of the newspaper, asking him to clean the stage of the opera house.

It should mean that he should kill the woman performing on the opera stage tonight.

Conan hurriedly turned a few pages of the newspaper and found that the person performing at the opera house tonight was Irene Adler, the woman Holmes loved most in his life.

"Damn it! Moriarty is really going too far!" Conan clenched his fists, angry.

Chu Ming didn't feel anything. Instead, he thought that people like Conan who played games with real emotions were quite cute.

Jack the Ripper would go to assassinate Irene at night. It was still morning now, and Chu Ming felt that it would be a pity not to go around London during the day.

This is a simulation of the real London scenery in 1888, British beautiful scenery, British food - well, forget it, let’s not talk about the food, the British food industry seems to be famous for its dark cuisine.

But he was the only one who had the mind to go shopping. Xiaolan and others were worried about what to do in the evening, and Gin was also thinking about how to successfully catch Jack the Ripper in the evening and end this absurd game. He took the initiative to receive the weapons according to the contact given by Moriarty.

After Gin left, Conan and the others also went out to inquire about the news. Just now, they saw the pointer on the clock tower from afar in their residence. There were only 9 people left in this game in their scene, and the people in the other scenes had been wiped out.

The heavy pressure made Conan and the others look solemn. Mitsuhiko was a little sad: "Haibara-san also..."

"It's okay, as long as we clear the level, Ai will be saved!" Conan encouraged him, "We are almost catching the Ripper, aren't we?"

Mitsuhiko nodded vigorously, and then several people began to discuss the strategy for the evening with their heads leaning against each other.

Chu Ming followed them out, but they parted ways after they went out. Conan thought he was going to get some information, but in fact Chu Ming was planning to go shopping alone.

However, there was nowhere to go in London at that time. He was alone with nothing to do, wandering around the streets like a wandering soul. He also tried some of London's more famous delicacies. He felt no pressure at all and didn't seem to be worried at all about the upcoming fierce battle in the evening.