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

Chu Ming walked around until dusk before going back. There were no mobile phones in the game, so there was no way to contact each other. Chu Ming had not returned. If the hands on the clock tower had not changed, they would have thought that something had happened to Chu Ming.

"Sister Baili, you're finally back!" Yuan Tai ran over and shouted, "You've been out for a long time, and Sister Xiaolan is ready to look for you."

"I went to investigate the general situation of the opera house. We have no money. The little money I got from Moran in the morning was spent on lunch. If so many of us want to get into the opera house, we can only sneak in." Chu Ming looked behind the crowd, "Where's the second formation? Hasn't he come back yet?"

"Mr. Kurosawa came back in the afternoon, and brought back a lot of weapons." Xiaolan pointed to the hall at the back with an ambiguous smile, "Then he sat there waiting for you to come back. I think Mr. Kurosawa was very worried about you, because although his expression was very cold, I saw Mr. Kurosawa looking outside several times!"

Worried? Chu Ming suspected that Gin was impatient and was looking forward to his return so that he could beat him up.

Chu Ming ran into the living room and rushed to Gin's side, followed by Xiaolan and others. While Gin looked like he was about to explode with murderous eyes, he slowly handed him a topographic map from his pocket.

He didn't just spend the afternoon shopping and eating, he also did some work, such as visiting the opera house.

Otherwise, if he really came back to this point, Gin would beat him to death.

"Topographic map of the opera house?" Gin looked at this abstract topographic map drawn entirely by Chu Ming, frowned and stared at it for a long time, but still couldn't figure out what Chu Ming wanted to express from this pile of distorted lines. He simply threw it back to Chu Ming, "You drew it, you tell me."

Chu Ming spread out the topographic map on the table, pointing to the figures he had drawn and explaining them one by one: "I've been to the opera house, and the buildings there are quite compact. This is the opera house, and there are three doors at the front, back, and side. The front door is for ticket checking, the side door is for staff to enter and exit, and the back door is usually not open.

This performance is very popular. I have inquired in the afternoon. Many dignitaries will come to listen to Irene's singing tonight, including Moriarty. After all, the person the Ripper wants to kill is the person Holmes loves the most. As his old enemy, Moriarty cannot be absent.

I talked to the theater staff and they said that the professor had booked a private room on the second floor of the opera house in advance, which was facing the stage, probably so that he could watch Irene's miserable death when she was assassinated.

But I personally think that Jack the Ripper would do it here - outside the opera house. He is good at using knives. It is unlikely that he would rush onto the stage with a knife and stab Irene on the stage with a knife. I infer that he would create chaos in the opera house, and then take advantage of Irene's escape along this route and hide at the door to give her a fatal blow. "

Chu Ming's fingertips slid slowly across the paper as he stated all his speculations, trying to prove that he did not go out to play all day.

Gin pointed at the blueprint and hesitated for a moment: "Bomb."

Xiaolan looked confused: "Ah? What bomb? Where is the bomb?"

Chu Ming reacted instantly: "Yes, it is very likely a bomb! It can instantly cause chaos in the entire opera house. A homemade bomb is his best choice, because ordinary accidents cannot cause chaos in those nobles who cherish their lives. Only something like this can endanger their lives! Once there is an explosion in the venue, the nobles will rush out, and he can wait at the door with a knife!"

Conan also understood: "What should we do? What if he puts the bomb under the stage and we don't have time to save Irene? Then we can only try our best to prevent Irene from going on stage!"

"No, it's impossible that she was under the stage. Irene was a task assigned to him by Moriarty. Jack the Ripper would definitely kill Irene in the same way as before. After all, if Irene died from a bomb, it would have nothing to do with him, Jack the Ripper. He wouldn't do that."

"It's almost time for the performance. What should we do now?" Hideki Moroboshi stood straight with curiosity in his eyes.

"Let's get in first." Chu Ming stepped forward and pulled out the flower arrangement that Moran had put on the side of the hall, and simply wrapped a bunch of flowers with the newspaper that was delivered today. "Let's go, now we are the love messengers sent by Holmes to deliver flowers to Irene."

"..."

Seeing that everyone was staring at him without saying anything, Chu Ming tilted his head and blinked playfully: "What's wrong? Is there something wrong?"

Several children were speechless in the face of Chu Ming's beauty and just shook their heads.

Gin couldn't bear to see Chu Ming treating him like a woman. He lowered his head and put the pistol he took from Moriarty on the table: "One for each of you, come and take it."

Perhaps they didn't expect that Gin would prepare weapons for them. The children were stunned and stood there in a daze. Gin, who couldn't wait for a response, frowned and lowered his cold gaze to look at the few little ones who were standing still and Xiaolan who stopped at the door.

Chu Ming stepped forward and picked up the guns, handing one to each person: "This is a Colt, a revolver, you don't need to load it, just pull the trigger and it will fire the bullet. You must have played with toy guns before, right? If you run into Jack the Ripper, just raise your guns and shoot him. After all, we are playing a game, but be careful not to aim at your own people."

Yuan Tai fondly touched the silver gun barrel. Perhaps boys naturally like guns. His eyes lit up, but he still had some uncertainty in his voice: "Can I really do this?"

"Of course." Chu Ming handed out the guns and took one for himself. "It's just a game, what are you afraid of? But be careful of the strong recoil of the revolver. Remember to hold the gun with both hands, fire one shot and run. Anyway, there are more of you, one shot from each of you can kill him. Miss Maori has practiced martial arts, so she should be able to fire a few more shots."

Xiaolan nodded and put the weapon away carefully.

Chu Ming led everyone into the opera house through the side door. The staff he met along the way greeted him enthusiastically: "Miss Bailey is here. Are your friends here with you? Why are you bringing flowers with you? Are they for Miss Irene?"

"Yes, we were asked to come here mainly to give flowers to Miss Irene." Chu Ming also smiled.

"Sister Baili, how do they all know you?" Moroboshi Hideki really didn't understand. Although he was an artificial intelligence, he had been following Conan the whole day and didn't notice what was happening on Chu Ming's side. Although he also created this scene, he didn't have complete control over it. He just gave the NPCs enough spirituality and let them develop on their own. So if he missed it and there was no surveillance, he wouldn't know what happened.

"When I came here in the afternoon, I came here in the name of Colonel Moran's subordinate~" Chu Ming raised his eyebrows, "Tsk, this sign is quite useful."

"..."

Conan looked at Chu Ming with an indescribable look in his eyes. Do Moran and the professor know that you are so good at using false information?

Why does he feel that this operation is so familiar?

I always feel that this sly look is similar to Brother Chu Ming...

Could this Miss Bailey be Brother Chu Ming’s long-lost sister?

Their personalities are so similar...