The Split-Actress in Conan's World

Adam looked at the "cocoons" on the stage. Because they were eliminated from the game, several devices had gone dark and shrunk under the floor while spinning.

He recalled the principle of "cocoon" introduced by the host before, which is to stimulate the brain through electric current, simulate corresponding brain waves, and give players a "real" illusion.

It's essentially hypnosis.

There was a glimmer of interest in his eyes.

Compared with the professor's method, which one is stronger?

It's difficult to come up with a definite answer.

So what's going on with the boss?

Adam was curious.

He had read the invitation letter sent by Sintra Company to the professor, but couldn't see what it was about.

The boss wasn't seen on the stage either.

Although he was nominally a butler and should have accompanied his master to such occasions, the professor let him go out and have fun on his own on the pretext that it was the weekend.

He came in to take a look out of curiosity, and for that reason he did not go to Shangri-La to take the order.

However, in this huge conference hall, there was not even a trace of the boss.

He did notice that someone had just died next door, but the amateurish manner in which he was killed was obviously not something the boss would do.

And based on his understanding of his boss, he probably wouldn't choose to do it himself.

That's very disgraceful.

After all, the guy named Sindola didn't really bring bad luck to the boss.

Although he had not been following his boss for long, he had come to a conclusion in just these few days.

There are two things around the professor that must not be touched.

The handkerchief he carried with him, and the gold-rimmed glasses.

Although he didn't know why, Adam didn't want to find out.

Some things don't need to be understood too well.

Returning to his vacation mentality, Adam picked up a glass of champagne brought by the waiter, took a sip, and squinted his eyes in enjoyment.

......

Fog.

In front of 221 Baker Street.

"Is that Sherlock Holmes living here?" Yuan Tai asked stupidly.

Mao Lilan went forward and knocked on the door.

"This is the house he rented with Dr. Watson." Suzuki Sonoko put her hands on her hips, raised her index finger, and explained to him proudly.

Not long after there was a knock on the door, a lady with golden hair tied up in a bun opened the door.

It was the landlady, Mrs. Hudson.

"Hello, I'm Mao Lilan." Mao Lilan introduced herself politely.

"We have a very urgent matter to attend to Mr. Holmes."

Mrs. Hudson smiled apologetically: "That's a pity."

"Mr. Holmes and Dr. Watson went out on a business trip some time ago and have not returned yet."

"On business trip?"

"Yes," Mrs. Hudson explained patiently, without any sign of being annoyed by the interruption, "they went to Dartmore."

"Excuse me, may I ask what the date is today?" Mao Lilan seemed to have thought of something and asked in a somewhat anxious tone.

"Today?" Mrs. Hudson pretended to think. "September 9th, I think."

September 9, business trip, Dartmoor......

Conan put these key words together and quickly came up with the answer.

"It's the Hound of the Baskervilles incident!"

"Neither of them is in London at this hour!"

The worst happened.

The savior they were expecting was not at home!

"Why don't you come inside first?" Mrs. Hudson saw them standing in the cold wind and invited them in with concern.

"I heard that you helped Sherlock Holmes solve a big case not long ago!"

"Come in and sit down. I'll prepare some hot milk tea for you."

She smiled kindly, turned and walked to the tea room.

The children outside the door were all stunned.

"Did she mistake us for someone else?" Suzuki Sonoko asked in a low voice.

Conan pondered for a while, looked at the configuration of their team, and suddenly realized: "She must have mistaken us for the Baker Street Guerrillas."

"What is that?" asked Hideki Moroboshi.

"The homeless children hired by Sherlock Holmes often sneak into places that are inconvenient for adults to enter and gather information for Sherlock Holmes." Mao Lilan explained briefly.

"He's the senior of our Junior Detective League!" Mitsuhiko looked very proud.

Walking into the house, everyone saw the layout of the house clearly.

As soon as you enter the door, you will see a very stylish corridor with blooming daffodils on the table next to it.

The sofa in the living room is very spacious and comfortable enough. One can imagine that Holmes usually meets his clients here.

In the corner of the room stands a tall cabinet, and next to it is a messy workbench filled with commonly used chemical tools.

There was also a bulky grand piano on the other side.

It is worth mentioning that the detail of the bullet holes on the wall was also well made.

Conan sat down on the sofa without any hesitation, curled up his legs, put his hands together and pressed them against the tip of his nose, thinking seriously about the things in this world.

When Mao Lilan saw this scene, she was stunned, and the Shinichi in her memory was reflected on Conan.

This posture...is similar to Shinichi!

"Ah, is this child imitating Sherlock Holmes?" Mrs. Hudson came in with a tray and said with a smile.

"That's the posture he uses when he's thinking about a case."

After hearing this, Mao Lilan felt relieved.

It turns out he was imitating Sherlock Holmes.

She was thinking too much.

Mrs. Hudson placed the cups of steaming hot milk tea on the table.

Chiyoko tried a bite and found it had no sweetness and was a bit astringent.

It was not the same as the milk tea he had imagined.

He put the cup down calmly.

"Hey, look, the person in this photo looks so familiar!" Yuantai pointed at a photo frame on a storage rack.

"Ah, even though he has hair, it's obviously Professor Agasa!" Ayumi exclaimed in surprise.

"This should be the Holmes and Watson in the game!" Mitsuhiko reacted immediately.

Conan heard their noise and came out of his thoughts and looked over. Sure enough, he saw Watson who looked like the doctor in the photo.

The Holmes next to Watson looks like Yusaku Kudo.

Conan twitched the corner of his mouth.

Dad is still so narcissistic...

The thorny boys seemed confused: "What should we do next?"

Moroboshi Hideki looked at Conan, "The one with glasses must know."

Feeling the attention of a group of people, Conan jumped off the sofa and said, "Since this is Sherlock Holmes' residence, there should be investigative materials about Jack the Ripper."

"Then let's split up and look for it." Mao Lilan encouraged everyone to take action.

"I'll go this way." The boy with the middle part did not resist.

The three little ones and Yuanzi also walked to a cabinet and started flipping through the large book on it.

"But it's all in English, how do I find it?" Yuantai felt dizzy when he saw the densely packed letters on these thick books.

"I recognize some English, let me see!" Suzuki Sonoko found an opportunity to show her ability and excitedly snatched the book from his hand.

"......This is not English at all, it's all written in Japanese!" She took the book and flipped through it casually, saying disappointedly.

"How is that possible?" Yuan Tai picked up another book and started reading it. "Preliminary investigation of the crime..."

"Oh!!"

“I’m a genius!”

He suddenly found that he could understand it!

"It's the game that turns English into Japanese that we can understand!" Mitsuhiko burst his dream, "Just like everyone here speaks Japanese."

"Oh." Yuan Tai was a little disappointed.

"It would be nice if I could stay in the game forever, so I wouldn't fail my English."

"Don't say such silly things."

On the other side, Hideki Moroboshi casually flipped through the books on another bookshelf, then stuffed them back casually with a bored look on his face. His technique was a bit rough, shaking the cabinet.

A dirty ball fell from the cabinet and Hideki Moroboshi caught it.

"What is this?" There was dust on his hands, so he threw it back in disgust.

The smaller member of the gang was lying on the sofa and was hit in the face by something he threw.

"What the hell?!"

He picked up the ball and suddenly kicked the fat boy next to him with a look of surprise.

"Hey! This is incredible. This could be a football from a hundred years ago!"

These prickly boys are all football enthusiasts.

Conan caught a glimpse of this scene out of the corner of his eye and felt that something was odd.

But then forget about it.

At the workbench in the corner, Huihara Ai was flipping through a pile of messy record papers.

"It seems that Sherlock Holmes was also very successful in chemistry." Chiyoko picked up a few bottles and jars whose contents were unknown, and looked as if she wanted to bring them close to her nose and smell them.

Haibara Ai reached out and patted the back of his hand to stop this suicidal behavior.

“Don’t smell chemicals whose ingredients you don’t know.”

"Okay." Chiyoko didn't insist and put it down obediently.

"Everyone!" Mao Lilan excitedly held a notebook, "I think I found it!"

She put the notebook on the table and Conan couldn't wait to go over to it.

The parchment cover had "A Study on Jack the Ripper" written on it in blue ink.

He quickly flipped through the notebook and, following the pattern of the records, quickly found the information about the last case.

"November 9."

"The second victim is Honey Charles, a 41-year-old woman who lived alone."

"The body was found in a vacant lot next to St Mary's Church in the Whitechapel area and two rings of different sizes were left at the crime scene."

Conan looked carefully at the two ring styles, one large and one small, in the photo, memorized them silently, and continued reading.

"Jack the Ripper caused panic in London. From the rapid social unrest he caused, I am sure that he had a lot to do with the dark emperor of this city, Professor Moriarty."

After reading this, he looked solemn and murmured, "Is he also in this game..."

"Who is that?" the fat boy asked in confusion.

The little guy said impatiently: "You understand, but we don't!"

Seeing that they didn't quite understand what the name meant, Conan frowned and told them what he knew.

"Professor Moriarty, he is Holmes's old enemy."

"He is almost everywhere in London, and it is said that he has a great influence even in Europe."

"In Conan Doyle's writing, he is worthy of being called the 'Napoleon of crime'!"