The Split-Actress in Conan's World

This is the most prosperous place in London.

Outside the restaurant, there are many bicycle frames parked in an orderly manner. Even the lowest-specification ones are not affordable for ordinary people.

Among these luxurious carriages, there is even one engraved with the royal emblem. It is the prince's carriage.

Although the constitutional monarchy has been in place for nearly two hundred years, the status of the royal family cannot be underestimated. Although they seem to have little power politically, their deep accumulation has allowed them to go further on the road of capital than other nobles.

Professor Lecter straightened his gold-rimmed glasses and calmly pushed open the door of the restaurant.

As soon as he entered the restaurant, a waiter came up to greet him with a smile.

"Good evening, Professor Moriarty."

"Prince William has been waiting for a long time."

"It is not a gentleman's behavior to keep people waiting. I think I should apologize to him as soon as possible." Professor Lecter smiled, handed his cane to the waiter, and asked him to lead the way.

This restaurant obviously adopts a membership system. No one is allowed to enter without an invitation from a member. The dining environment is also elegantly divided into several rooms with different styles. Of course, the decoration and layout are all equally luxurious.

The waiter led him to a room inside and knocked on the door gently. Then another waiter who was responsible for opening the door in the room welcomed Professor Lecter in.

"It's been a long time, Professor Moriarty." Sitting at the dining table was Prince William, a middle-aged man with a mustache. He looked quite strong and had a tall stature.

"You know, it's getting harder and harder to see you lately."

"I'm flattered by that." Professor Lecter sat down smoothly and wiped his hands with a wet towel provided by the waiter.

"Oh, how can you be so self-deprecating? You know, the plantation business has been getting worse and worse recently." Prince William sighed and looked depressed.

"London is full of factories again, and it's too late to come up with something new."

"What do you think about the slums?" After pretending to complain for a while, he finally revealed the purpose of today's meeting and tried to find some clues from Professor Lecter's face.

Professor Lecter simply slowly cut off a small piece of the lobster tail and took a small bite to taste it.

"As long as we can clear that piece of land and build a few factories to produce 'cigarettes', we will definitely make a lot of money!"

Prince William looked forward to the future with great excitement. "I have already figured it out. As long as you give the nod, Colonel Moran will relax the control of the docks, and the plantations in the New World will immediately send ships to pick up people. All the poor people will be able to get decent jobs!"

"And this way, the output of the plantation will surely increase greatly. The crops we get can be directly used as raw materials for the factory to produce 'cigarettes'. The gentlemen in London will be crazy about this!"

He has almost formed an entire industrial chain in his mind, and even the consumer audience has been carefully thought out. He is almost drowning in his own beautiful dream.

Professor Lecter tasted the wine poured by the waiter again and wiped his mouth gently with his handkerchief.

He looked at the excited Prince William with a calm look: "You mean to sell the people of London to the New World, let them grow hemp or poppies, and finally make them into opium and sell it to the people of London."

"Is that right?"

When Prince William heard this, he was stunned for a moment, then he smiled and said, "Don't say it so harshly, professor."

"Once the business is established, we can discuss the profit sharing in detail. Who would want to go against money..."

Before he could finish his words, he saw Professor Lecter stand up with a glass of wine and walk towards him.

He thought that the professor was persuaded by his words and was willing to cooperate. He was overjoyed and raised his glass to clink with Professor Lecter.

However, Professor Lecter turned the cup around and poured the wine over his head, causing him to shiver and soaking his clothes, which he had packed so carefully.

"To sum up, what you mean is that you want to take my property, sell it to those nouveau riche for a good price, and then use a lot of drugs to exploit my property, and finally plan to give me a share of the profits."

Professor Lecter placed the empty glass in the hands of the waiter beside him without even looking at Prince William who was feeling dizzy.

"The potted plants at the door don't look very healthy. They may be lacking fertilizer. I don't want to see them looking the same next time."

He said this casually to the waiter and lost interest in staying here any longer.

"I see." The waiter understood.

After a while, one or two faint shouts were heard in the room, and then there was soon no sound.

This most luxurious restaurant in London is completely controlled by Professor Moriarty, but obviously, our Prince William does not realize this.

He may simply think that choosing a place with a high enough grade will make it easier to impress the professor.

Yes, he knew that Colonel Moran, who controlled all the docks in London, listened to the professor very much.

But he didn't seem to realize what this meant.

Professor Lecter took his cane from the waiter at the door, adjusted his glasses slightly, and walked towards his own carriage.

The driver was concentrating on feeding the horses and checking their condition.

But there was a thin figure standing aside, quietly watching the coachman feeding the horses.

Before he got close, a strong smell of blood came towards Professor Lecter along with the breeze, and he frowned slightly.

"After being tamed, a ferocious wild wolf will often become more docile than an ordinary animal. However, if it believes that its master is not strong enough to suppress it, it will not hesitate to bare its fangs at its master."

"Little Jack, are you going to bare your fangs at me?"

Professor Lecter narrowed his eyes, stepped onto the steps that the coachman had prepared long ago, and got into the carriage.

The thin figure was silent for a moment, then lowered his head meekly and said in a hoarse voice, "I dare not."

"An enlightened owner won't mind if a loyal dog takes the initiative to look for prey in his spare time. This is a form of training."

"But I will never accept it coming back covered in blood."

"Not only does it mean it's incompetent, it's also disgraceful."

"It won't happen again."

Professor Lecter let down the curtain completely, and the driver held the reins very tactfully and drove the horses forward.

The carriage gradually went away, leaving that figure standing there alone. He subconsciously touched his little finger with an expressionless face.

......

"Mr. Kudo!"

At the press conference, a staff member hurriedly walked through the crowd, came to Kudo Yusaku, and said something in his ear.

Kudo Yusaku's expression became a little serious. He glanced at Conan who was experiencing the game on the stage, then followed the staff member to the side hall in the dark.

Since the highlight of the press conference was being held in the main hall, there were not many guests in the side hall at the moment, and no one noticed that this place was suddenly blocked and no one was allowed to enter.

"Our staff found the body two minutes ago when they were checking the facilities on site. The deceased was the chairman of the Sindoor Group. He was found in this state, hanging on his favorite statue."

When Kudo Yusaku arrived, Kenmura Tadaki was being questioned by the police.

"This is roughly the situation." Inspector Megure shared what he had learned with Kudo Yusaku, and it was almost the same as what Kenmura Tadaki said.

Nodding to show that he understood, Kudo Yusaku went up to observe the corpse.

After preliminary judgment, the time of death of the Sindora chairman should be within half an hour to an hour. According to rough understanding, the time of his last appearance was no more than this time period.

The corpse had a peaceful expression and showed no signs of shock, which ruled out poisoning or heart attack.

Except for the wound pierced by the statue, other parts of the body were intact with no extra external injuries. However, judging from the size of the wound on the abdomen, it was not fatal.

Moreover, the amount of bleeding was not as much as expected, which indicated that the wound was actually inflicted after the person’s death.

Then the problem is coming.

It was neither poisoning nor fatal injuries, so how did the person die?

It was rare for Kudo Yusaku to be stumped. No matter how bizarre the cases he encountered in the past were, there would at least be clues that could serve as a breakthrough. Even if the doubts were insignificant, he would still have some clues.

However, this case can be said to be difficult to handle.

At this time, Rin Shakuha, who was also called by Inspector Megure but arrived a little later than Kudo Yusaku, also came to the corpse.

After looking for a while, he also frowned and seemed to have no idea.

When Inspector Megure saw that even the invincible brother Kudo was stumped, and that the recently emerging brother Rin was also in the same state, he felt a pang in his heart.

"When the deceased was found, he was still holding this piece of paper in his hand. How about... let's take a look at this first?" he asked tentatively.

"Bring it here and let me see." Kudo Yusaku didn't bother with the corpse. His rich experience meant he would never get stuck in a rut.

If your reasoning doesn't work for the moment, try another direction.

In this regard, he is much more mature than Kudo Shinichi.

Rin Shakuha also came closer. Kudo Yusaku had heard his son praise his ability in reasoning, and the two of them were not completely unfamiliar with each other, so he took the initiative to move half of his body aside so that Rin Shakuha could see together.

It was a piece of letter paper with a pure black background, A6 size, and not thick in material. There were a few paragraphs of words written in blood-red font on it.

It looks like a first-person confession written in the voice of the deceased.

"My name is Thomas Sindora, and I'm the chairman of the Sindora Group."

"I have been very distressed recently because my adopted son Hiroki discovered a secret about my bloodline."

"This shouldn't be a big deal, but unfortunately, my competitors and I are in a heated battle recently. If they learn of this secret and target me, my business empire will be gradually eroded or even destroyed."

"So in order to prevent the secret from being exposed, I killed him."