Sword Men's Guide to Re-Employment

Wait,? Who do you say you are?

The shock of Nanchuan Yu and Conan was all shown on their faces.

The eyes that seemed to be copied and pasted made everyone present notice the changes in the two of them at the same time.

Strictly speaking, Nanchuan Yu is not a fan of mystery novels. As an ordinary reader who has only read a few mystery novels, he does not have a deep understanding of mystery novels.

But this does not include the world-renowned big IP-The Sherlock Holmes collection.

Although compared to the great detective Sherlock Holmes,? His author can be regarded as not well-known,? But that is only in relative terms.

For example, Yu Nanchuan knew that Conan Doyle should not be able to live into the 21st century,? And still at such a young age in his early twenties.

Is it the same name or...

The world of mystery writers has changed?

"May I ask, is it..." Nanchuan Yu pointed to the carpet under his feet and the fireplace on the wall, "Is that Conan Doyle?"

"...Yes." Conan Doyle frowned slightly, but still nodded slightly.

Nanchuan Yu... I kind of want an autograph.

And Nanchuan Yu was simply excited just looking at the legendary character, but Conan was a little...embarrassed.

This kind of embarrassment is like being seen by my parents when I started my online name in my second year of middle school, or like being heard by the person concerned when I yelled "XX is my wife" in the corridor.

Edogawa ran wild.

Conan Doyle.

Edogawa Conan...

At this time, the well-functioning brain that Conan was proud of stagnated for a moment, and the whole person fell into a dazed state.

Mafia, Edogawa Ranpo, Conan Doyle...

Several terms were spinning rapidly in Conan's brain.

Today's Conan,? Received continuous critical blows in an instant.

Although Nanchuan Yu could see Conan Doyle's dissatisfaction, but relying on the British gentleman's demeanor, he asked for an autograph with a face.

Afterwards, he looked curiously at the few people in the room, and asked, "Are you...doing any activities?"

"Yeah." Conan nodded, and replied loudly.

Conan finally came back to his senses, and saw Yu Nanchuan carefully put away Conan Doyle's signature, and he was very envious.

Subconsciously asked about the content of the event, Yu Nanchuan learned that this is the casting scene for Sherlock Holmes' "The Last Case".

Thinking of the densely packed group of reporters that he saw when he boarded the ship, Nanchuan Yu finally understood the purpose of those fanatical reporters.

"But "The Last Case"... Will the script be changed?" Nanchuan Yu recalled the ending of Holmes and Moriarty both falling into the waterfall, waiting for a revelation with some anticipation.

Hearing Nanchuan Yu's question, Conan Doyle's expression changed slightly, and his eyes fell on the black-haired boy in front of him.

The boy looked like an ordinary student. Although he was dressed the same as the others in Pengo Lie, neither the dark pattern on the buttons nor the decoration on the tie clip had Pengo Lie's unique logo.

Except for the weapon worn on the waist.

This has a unique meaning in this world, that is, this young man does not belong to Pengel, but once he is threatened with his life and needs to draw out his weapon to protect himself, Pengel will also do his best for him.

With such identities, people from the inner world will generally not attack them, and their behavior is not controlled by the inner world family.

As a British gentleman, Conan Doyle naturally knows how to get along with people of these identities - keep a distance.

But Nanchuan Yu's words made Conan Doyle interested.

Because the "Last Case" written by him was strongly protested and blocked by his colleague Ms. Agatha Christie, this book has not been released in the country so far.

If he had not received this contract from Japan, Conan Doyle would not have known how to get this book published.

"How do you... know about "The Last Case"?" Conan Doyle tilted his head, looking at Nanchuan Yu gently, as if he was just exchanging a question politely.

"Huh?" Nanchuan was stunned for a while, as if surprised by Conan Doyle's question.

How did you know about The Last Case?

Not everyone knows this...wait.

Nanchuan Yu suddenly realized that since there may be problems with the timeline of this world, it is possible that this book has not been published yet?

"Ah..." Nan Chuan Yu felt that his acting skills were clumsy, but he thought, "Isn't that what you guys just said?"

Naturally, Conan Doyle would not be deceived by Nanchuan You, but a soft and gentle female voice suddenly sounded in the cabin.

"Dear passengers, the cruise ship is about to set sail. Please hold on to the handrails or fixed objects around you to avoid injuries. This itinerary..."

After the announcement was broadcast three times, everyone's attention was diverted, and Nanchuan Yu breathed a sigh of relief.

"Ah, we have something to leave first." Nanchuan Yu opened his mouth and dragged Sawada Tsunayoshi, leaving only a few people in the room with a panicked back.

"What is he hiding." Conan Doyle stroked his well-groomed beard, "Is it a supernatural power or something else?"

"Well, I'm so hungry." Ranpo Edogawa took off his glasses and returned to his previous dazed appearance, "President and the others don't know where they are, I... huh?"

Poe carefully handed over a small bag of snacks, "Mr. Ranpo please use it."

"Thank you, that's very kind of you." Edogawa ranpo took away the beautifully packaged baked biscuits.

Edgar Allan Poe hugged Carl who was struggling in his arms, and comforted him in a low voice, "Senior is hungry, Karl, please let me go."

The furry raccoon rolled in Poe's arms, then turned over and jumped out of Poe's arms, and rushed out the door.

"Carl!" Edgar Allan Poe was startled, and was about to follow when the cruise ship shook violently. He could only grab the back of the chair beside him in embarrassment, watching Carl leave angrily.

After Nanchuan You and his party also left from 221BB left the second floor, they went up to the third and fourth floors to look around. Obviously, they were all rooms for the boarders to stay.

"Where is our room?"

"Let's talk about the fourth floor. They say it's specially reserved for Pengelie." Hayato Prisoner still remembered the previous conversation, and he still held the room card that came with the invitation letter in his hand.

"Do you want to go up and have a look?" Tsunayoshi Sawada asked, seeing Nanchuan Yu lost interest.

"Forget it, you can see the accommodation at any time, let's go eat something, and then see how the boat sails."

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The huge cruise ship slowly sailed away from the port, and the water waves around the ship swayed one after another, rolling up the thick sea water, and then disappeared invisible under the deep sea.

In the top-floor office of the tallest building in Yokohama, the head of the port Mafia stood in front of the French windows, watching the huge cruise ship gradually moving away, with bottomless gloom in his eyes.

Beside him, Alice, who was wearing a bright yellow lace dress, lay herself on the floor-to-ceiling window, looking at the long-distance cruise ship, she couldn't help but let out a "wow" admiration.

"What a beautiful big ship, Rintaro!" The little girl pointed to the part of the stern of the cruise ship shining in the sun, "It's as beautiful as a sapphire."

"Yeah, it's expensive." Wearing a white coat, Mori Ogai touched the glass of the window with his fingers, looking at the ship that seemed to be shrouded in his hands.

"Who told you money, you adults are really annoying!" Alice stomped angrily, and gave Mori Ogai a look.

"Does Alice-chan hate me?" Mori Ogai pretended to be aggrieved, and approached him flatteringly.

"Hmph." The little girl arrogantly turned her head to the other side, but she had a cute feeling all over her body.

"Oh, it's not my fault, it's all those rich people, it's so annoying."

Mori Ogai grumbled and complained, not knowing that he was referring to Gentaro Ikeda who was proud of being the richest man in Yokohama and never looked down on their port Mafia.

Still talking about the "A" who came with huge wealth and tried to spend money directly to become a cadre of Port Mafia without even saying his real name.

"Rintaro is the one who hates it the most!" Alice would not accept Mori Ogai's tricks.

Mori Ogai was having fun with his supernatural powers alone, but the sudden ringing of the internal phone broke the beautiful atmosphere.

"Ah, really, I hate work." Mori Ogai looked around and slowly picked up the phone.

"Liar, Rintaro likes work the most." Alice sat on the chair shaking her legs.

And the news from the other end of the phone made Mori Ogai, who was just pretending to be dissatisfied, suddenly gloomy.

"What did you say? Both adults and children are missing?" Mori Ogai's tone was cold, "? What do you mean missing?"

Not knowing what was said on the other end of the phone, Mori Ogai's hand holding the receiver suddenly tightened.

"An adult with five children disappeared under your surveillance. What do your intelligence agencies do?"

After ordering the people from the intelligence department to receive the punishment, Mori Ogai leaned on the chair and rubbed his brows. The people or forces who came and went in Yokohama recently appeared in his mind.

"Dazai..." Suddenly, this very familiar figure appeared in Mori Ogai's mind.

Mori Ogai straightened up and called the boy who was usually invisible.

The phone rang several times, but no one answered, Mori Ogai's expression became more serious.

"what happened?"

Resting his chin with both hands, Mori Ogai fell into deep thought.

Was Dazai aware of his actions against Oda Sakunosuke and sent him away in advance?

But with Dazai's power, it is currently impossible to completely do it.

So... who is he teaming up with?

Mori Ogai's expression didn't relax at all. At this critical moment, something happened out of his control, which made Mori Ogai very annoyed.

He then dialed another number.

"Hello, Mr. Zhongyuan."

With the automatic connection of the phone, what came from the other end was not the respectful greeting of the orange-haired cadre, but the cheerful laughter of Nakahara Nakaya amidst the huge explosion.

The author has something to say: Mori Ogai: The optimal solution, I have a trump card

Ogai Mori: Wait a minute, what about people?

Oda Sakunosuke: Thank you for the invitation, I am in Sicily, just got off the plane