No One Knows Ke Xue Better Than Me

But he seems to have underestimated Holmes' thirst for the truth:

"Will you tell me if I come out?"

"That's right, cough..."

Silas pushed the bullet into the magazine, ready to kill the target first.

He had no hope at all for the absurd request just now.

Unexpectedly, Sherlock Holmes was not afraid at all, and took the initiative to walk out and waved:

"Hey, I'm out, let's talk about that lord.",

Silas was amused, there were such fools out there.

For the sake of information, even his own life could be spared.

He didn't have any information about that lord at all, so naturally he couldn't provide it.

Conan saw that the enemy aimed the muzzle at Sherlock Holmes, clenched his teeth and rushed up to knock him down:

"Sherlock, are you dying?"

"boom!"

The bullet still missed.

Sherlock Holmes stared at Conan, affectionately complicated.

The man in front of him grew up exactly like John Hua.

But the words and demeanor are completely different.

Are they twin brothers?

Or a dual personality?

"Cough cough..."

Silas's condition deteriorated and he coughed violently again.

Now that the bullets are out, he has become very passive.

Silas sighed, annoyed at not being able to complete the task for the lord.

He threw the black, thick and long shotgun from the sky.

With a bang, it fell to the gravel ground.

"Hey, my friend."

Sherlock Holmes leaned back against the broken wall and shouted:

"Didn't you say that you are going to tell me about that lord? What? Talking doesn't count?"

He pointed to one side with his hand, motioning for Conan to climb up and encircle from there.

Silas was too lazy to explain, and the blood spilled out at the end:

"Cough cough..."

Maybe the wind was too cold tonight, taking away too much temperature from his body.

At this time, Silas had no strength to refute and ridicule.

Conan uses both hands and feet, like a flexible ape.

He learned this in Hawaii and quickly climbed to the top.

Silas grinned wryly when he saw Conan climbing up.

Are these guys going to arrest someone and go back to prison?

I don't want to go to that dark and damp place.

With his last strength, he issued a warning:

"do not come!"

Conan listened to the voice and judged that the other party was very weak, and persuaded:

"Don't be brave, you will die. At least before you die, tell me about that lord."

He glanced at Holmes below and asked in a low voice:

"Is that lord Moriarty you said?"

Silas looked as usual, nothing changed in his eyes.

He himself didn't know what the name of the adult was.

"You rich people...cough, just like to put on an air of pretense. You haven't experienced my pain at all, and you pretend...cough, pretend to feel the same way."

Silas said, glancing down.

Falling from a height of more than 20 meters, according to the current physical condition, even if he is not dead, he will be seriously injured.

It is better to die here than to die in prison.

Conan's family is well-off, so naturally he can't understand what the other party is doing.

He only thinks that life is a very beautiful thing, which should be cherished:

"Don't give up your life easily, think about your family."

In an instant, Silas's eyes flashed a scene like a revolving light.

There is a skinny grandpa.

Parents killed by robbers.

And the scarred, abused wife who hanged herself.

He laughed at himself, and the smile was even uglier than the cry:

"Sorry, I don't have any family anymore."

After speaking, Silas used all his strength to turn out.

Like a falling object, it fell heavily to the ground.

"Snapped!"

Suzuki Qiaoqiao patted Haibara Ai's buttocks and said with a mean smile:

"A little higher."

Chapter 343 God of the Wicked

This is the last wonderful night spent by Ai Haibara and Suzuki Joe Bridge.

At nine o'clock in the morning, the bright sun shines through the floor-to-ceiling casement.

Instead of knocking on the door, the servants waited quietly in the corridor outside the bedroom.

They couldn't see the player's real body, thinking that Suzuki Kyohashi and Haibara Ai were both male.

The man and the man were in the same room, and they made strange noises at night.

Tut tut...

In view of the open culture of the British corrupt country, it also has its own status and identity.

The servants only dared to discuss in private, not to make irresponsible remarks in front of Count Moriarty.

Feeling the warm sunlight, Ai Haibara yawned.

She looked at Suzuki Takashi, who was still sleeping, and grinned wickedly.

Without waiting for the other party to react, he directly bit the person awake:

"Honey, it's the last day, do you want to go out to play?"

Suzuki Qiaoqiao tightened his dry eyeballs and replied in a daze:

"Ah? What are you playing?"

Haibara Ai had no specific goals, she wiped the corners of her mouth and said with a smile:

"I don't know, it's rare to come here, let's go around."

Suzuki Qiaoqiao opened his eyes, and the dormant brain gradually activated.

He kicked up with a carp and jumped up from the bed:

"Okay, listen to you."

Suzuki Takashi glanced at the old-fashioned wall clock on the wall, it was twelve o'clock.

He and Haibara Ai came to London, England, earlier than Conan and others.

Calculate the time, and the seven-day appointment with Noah's Ark will end in about six hours.

So far, they have successfully plotted three murders, with one remaining.

The means were neat and tidy, leaving no traceable evidence at the scene.

All it takes is to kill a bad guy by [-] p.m. and keep Holmes out of the loop to win.

For the sake of safety, Suzuki Qiaoqiao has prepared three plans.

So that in the event of an emergency, the final victory can still be achieved.

"Huh~"

Suzuki Qiaoqiao yawned and rubbed his sleepy eyes.

He got dressed, opened the door and called the servant.

Let them use it for a change of clothes, and wait for Haibara Ai to wash and change.

After that, the two went to the hall for breakfast.

Mellow English tea, medium rare steak, and buttered bread.

Swallow it all and start a new day.