[Zhongyingmei] The clown is actually me

In the "Cocoon" holographic simulation game, the foggy London in 1888 Baker Street, London.

"This is...that... where Sherlock Holmes lives?" Kojima Motota said out of breath.

"Yes, this is the apartment he rented with Watson." Mao Lilan also panted.

"What a real game..." Ayumi Yoshida was sweating profusely, "It's better not to be so real in this kind of place."

Conan, the Maori detective team, Xiaolan and three children of political celebrities embarked on a journey to find the London Ripper.The group of them had just entered the game when they heard a woman's scream and went looking for the sound, just as they ran into the Ripper who was committing the crime.However, due to the interference of Noah's Ark, all his props could not be used, so he failed to stop the murderer.Under the guidance of Dr. Ali, they knew that there would be a helper in this game, and this helper should be Sherlock Holmes.

From the Whitechapel where the crime happened all the way to Baker Street where Holmes lived, they walked for a full day, until the sun rose and set.Seeing that it was approaching, several children almost sat on the ground.

After resting for a while, Mao Lilan stepped forward and knocked on the door knocker of the apartment.After a while, an elderly woman opened the door. She was wearing a neat long dress, holding a tray, and smiling all over her face: "It's so late, who is it?"

"Ah...well, are you Mrs. Hudson? My name is Maurilan. I want to see Mr. Holmes." Maolilan was a little cautious.

"Oh, you are the children who assisted Mr. Holmes to solve the case two weeks ago. Why did you come here by such a coincidence? Mr. Holmes and Dr. Watson went to Dartmoor on a business trip and were not at home." Mrs. Hudson laughed. , "Why don't you come in, it's very cold outside, I'll make hot tea for you."

"Ah, that, Mrs. Hudson, was anyone here before us?" Conan looked at the tray in Mrs. Hudson's hand.

"Yes, he is in Mr. Holmes' room. You are all at the wrong time. Mr. Holmes is not at home."

"Can I ask, who is that guest?"

"I don't know. According to him, he is a friend of Mr. Holmes. He is an unknown writer and has published a book." Mrs. Hudson led Maorilan and his party into the room.

A friend of Sherlock Holmes, an unknown author?Conan frowned.

Holmes' room is covered with dark red patterned wallpaper, several oil paintings and flower-shaped crystal lamps are hung on the wall, the floor is covered with expensive small cashmere Persian carpets, a black cherry wood round table and several chairs are placed in the corner With bookshelves, desks and test benches.

Before Conan and others, a man was already sitting in the room.He put on a black poncho hat, which was pushed down very low, and a dark cashmere shawl. He wore refracting gold-rimmed glasses, and the slender glasses chain hung around the back of his neck.Looking further down, it is a thin black cashmere coat, a dark black single-breasted pure wool morning dress, hand-made, complicated and heavy, matched with a waistcoat and a French shirt of the same color, and a snow-delicate silk scarf pinned to the throat. On the front of the collar is a silver embossed brooch of Salome.The cuffs are decorated with white lace, and the white gloves of sealskin.He was carrying a tan cowhide piano case in his hand, and he was wearing polished patent leather shoes on his feet.

"Wow, good, good, good..." Yuan Tai's vocabulary is not enough to support him to say the word "luxury".This man's clothes are so extravagant that even a child can see him. He looks like one of the most upper-class gentlemen and nobles in England.

Zhu Xingxiushu glanced at him with a little contempt: "The bumpkin."

Seeing Mao Lilan and his party coming, the man put down the book in his hand, got up and took off his hat, saluted, and said to Mao Lilan: "Hi, you must be Sherlock's apprentices?"

"I'm Mao Lilan. I originally wanted to seek help from Mr. Holmes, but it seems that he is not at home by accident." Standing up, Jack is a head taller than ordinary British men. Such a tall man makes Mao Lilan a little nervous, " May I ask you are?"

The man showed a warm smile: "Please allow me to introduce myself. My name is Jacob? Buwanaba, and I am an unknown writer. I am a friend of Sherlock, and I seldom met before. I thought today Visit him and collect some materials by the way. Unexpectedly, Sherlock and his assistants are not here."

The man who called himself Jacob Buwanaba was Jack.He manipulated his face a little bit, and Mao Lilan didn't connect him with that university professor not long ago at all.

He should be the helper of this game.Mao Lilan thought.I thought it was Mr. Sherlock Holmes, but I didn't expect that Mr. Holmes was not at home, and the helper was his friend.

But think about it, with Mr. Holmes' devilish reasoning ability, it is not difficult at all to catch Jack the Ripper.If it was really him who helped, not this Mr. Jacob, the whole game would not be difficult at all.Holmes took them to lie and win.

Mrs. Hudson stood behind them and said with a smile: "Everyone sit down, I'll pour some hot tea."

The children quickly dispersed, sitting or standing, and Mao Lilan sat on a sofa and couldn't help talking: "What materials are you here to collect?"

Jack nodded: "It's about the legendary Professor Moriarty."

Conan stared at Jack closely, lowered his voice and said, "Professor Moriarty...will he also appear in the game?!"

"Hey, who is Moriarty?" Yuan Tai was confused when he heard his murmur.

Conan looked serious: "Moriarty is the old enemy of Sherlock Moremos, known as the 'Napoleon of the criminal world', he created a huge criminal empire in the UK, and it is said that it has a strong influence on the whole of Europe Almost half of the cases in London are related to him. He often commits perfect crimes, easily erasing all traces of the scene, thus escaping the pursuit of the police. All in all, he is a cold-blooded high-intelligence criminal, very difficult to deal with."

He was sure that the helper in this game was not Sherlock Holmes, but the English gentleman sitting before him, Jacob Buwanaba.He claimed to be an infrequent friend of Mr. Sherlock. He came to visit Holmes in order to collect writing materials and met them by chance.All of this made sense. His words, manners, clothes and demeanor were flawless. He was a standard nineteenth-century British gentleman.But he saw an eerie twist in the man, what Conan called a detective's intuition—the elegant gentleman in front of him must be lying somewhere.

"Detective, have you smelled it?" Hui Yuanai whispered to him, "This gentleman's perfume smells very strong."

Conan sniffed it hard, and it was true—this Mr. Jacob had a very strong scent of white tea perfume.

"Is it covering up some smell?"

Conan's frown became tighter and tighter: "He didn't use honorifics, but called Mr. Holmes 'Sherlock', which is an intimate name only used between friends."

"Is he a friend of Mr. Holmes? Is he Watson?"

"No, it's impossible. I looked at today's date. Today is September 9th, the date of the 'Dartmoor Hound' case. Dr. Watson must be at Mr. Holmes' side."

"You are collecting materials about Jack the Ripper, so you must have information about the case, right? Can you show us?" Zhu Xingxiu was sitting on the sofa, kicking the tables and chairs casually.

At this time, his friend handed him the dirty ball and shouted with surprise on his face: "Look, Hideki, this is football from 100 years ago!"

Zhu Xingxiushu ran away quickly as if being scalded, and screamed at the same time: "Don't lean in, it's dirty, it's dirty!"

According to the etiquette of the nineteenth century, Hideki Mohoshi should use honorifics to Jack, but not only did he not, his tone was also very casual.Jack didn't care about it: "Such a natural commanding tone, I guess you are the son of a noble family?"

"Yes, aristocrats are also nobles when they grow up. 'A person's fate is determined at birth'. Is this something difficult to understand?"

"That's it, I appreciate your confidence. 'A person's fate is determined at birth', many children from noble families think like you, but in our era, whether children can grow up safely is still a problem, I see Many children died young, and nobles were killed by desperate bandits. Destiny is not like chains that can be traced and linked, just like Jack the Ripper." Jack picked up the newspaper of the day and looked at a page In the lower right corner of the screen, "Letting that guy roam the streets, killing people regardless of who he is, is very disturbing. We have to find a way to stop him."

Strange, strange...why...

The sense of separation in Conan's heart grew stronger, and he couldn't help thinking: Why is it so strange, what is wrong?

This man, he didn't describe anything, he just sighed.But it gave Conan a more subtle feeling. Mr. Jacob's words seemed to be some kind of strange spell, and the more he listened to it, the more uncomfortable he became.But he couldn't tell where this feeling came from. What was wrong with this guy?

Zhuxing Xiushu stared at Jack closely, his eyes were as cold as a well: "What do you know?"

"I'm just a writer, so I don't know these things." Jack took a sip of the black tea brought by Mrs. Hudson, "But why did you come to visit Holmes?"

"We're here for the Jack the Ripper case."

Conan hid behind Mao Lilan and quietly looked at Jack.This man is personable and courteous, a standard nineteenth-century upper-class gentleman.He treated Mao Lilan tenderly, but his eyes were cold, as if he was not interested in her and her words at all.A girl brings a group of children to visit Sherlock Holmes to investigate the notorious Jack the Ripper, and he shows no surprise at this strange combination.like, like—

The man sitting on the sofa was smiling, but he didn't seem to have any expression at all.He crossed two overgrown legs, his eyelids drooped, and he seemed to be immersed in the taste of black tea, but the golden eyes hidden behind the glasses flickered in the depths of the eye sockets like will-o'-the-wisps. Everyone present seemed to be staring at a rain, a statue, and a shadow of nothingness.In the end, the gaze intertwined in the distance and turned into a deep whirlpool. The depth of the whirlpool was colorful, but it seemed to be just a blank space.

— as if he already knew.