[Zhongyingmei] The clown is actually me

Central London, Poker Club.

"There are too many people. If you all go in at once, you will startle the snake. Everyone is waiting for me here. I will sneak in through the back door to check the situation." At the back door of the poker club, Conan stopped others.

Mao Lilan has long known that Conan has great ideas. Sometimes he matures like an adult, and sometimes he is more childish than children of the same age.So she just told him: "then you must be careful."

"Yeah!" Conan ran in while talking.

"He's such a precocious kid, reminds me of an old friend. If I didn't know that Sherlock has no wife, I would have thought he was of Sherlock's blood. So, is he Sherlock's apprentice?" Jack said casually. Talk to Mao Lilan.

Mao Lilan had a good impression of this well-bred and elegant gentleman, and what Jack praised was Conan, her favorite child, and she immediately replied: "No, he is just a distant relative who is a detective, probably very I adore this relative, and then I have dreams of growing up to be a detective, so I behave like that person."

The "distant relative who is a detective" and "that person" both refer to Kudo Shinichi.

"I guess his distant relative who is a detective is your boyfriend." Jack said abruptly, "because you showed a very sweet expression when you talked about him."

"Ah... this, no!" Mao Lilan blushed and waved her hands desperately.

"Is it 'not' or 'not yet'?" Jack still had a gentle expression of a gentleman.

"None...none of them!"

"It's nothing to be ashamed to admit, being a detective's lover or something...reminds me of Sherlock's relationship with 'the lady', because she beat him, so they understand and respect each other, it's a very beautiful relationship." Jack While talking, he stopped the newspaper boy on the side of the road, bought a brand new London daily and read it, "It's people like detectives who are basically arrogant, and it is inevitable that they are used to looking down on others. They will think that others are weak and need help." They protect, especially girls like you, like little flowers in a greenhouse. They don't realize it's disrespect, I said it, they pay for being smart, so arrogant, if you want respect, Just beat them head-on. Like 'that lady'."

"The lady" refers to Irene Andora, who beats Sherlock Holmes and becomes the only woman whom Sherlock Holmes admires, respects, and even loves.

"Hey, is this something you should say to a lady?" Haibara interjected between them without a trace, ending the embarrassing innuendo.She wasn't for the arrogant Kudo Shinichi that Jack said, but she didn't want Mao Lilan to be harmed by words, "Do you have any thoughts about Miss Xiaolan?"

"So sorry, ladies, what I said offended you." Jack gestured.

"You've been reading the papers, so interested in the Ripper news?"

"Yeah, who would let a murderer wander around? It would damage the order in London. Because of the Ripper case, London imposed a curfew earlier, but I'm in the mood to visit some people only at night." Jack didn't even look at Huiyuan sorrow.

"I'm only in the mood to visit at night, does that mean it's a crime?" Hui Yuanai looked at him coldly.

Jack paused.

"You have a gun on your waist. Judging by the size and model, it should be a revolver. This kind of gun has a lot of recoil and cannot be used by novices. This proves that you know how to use a gun, and you are a veteran. How can a writer know how to use a gun?"

Jack shook his head: "When it comes to 'crime', you seem to be in a disdainful tone?"

"Do I still have to respect a criminal?"

Jack didn't answer her question directly at the first time: "I said before, 'fate is like a chain,' the children of nobles are nobles, the children of farmers are farmers, the rich will always be rich, and the poor will always be poor." There is no way to get ahead. Identities are passed down from generation to generation, interlocking, forming a hopeless chain. These chains form an unbreakable and insurmountable iron wall. However, we still have a way to cut it off and reject this pathetic reciprocating cycle, that is crime.”

"You—" Hui Yuanai opened his eyes wide, and hesitated for a while, "What you said is not a crime, that is, that is...no matter what it is called, it is definitely not something named after 'crime'."

"But you can't deny that it was a murder of the many against the few. At a time when if the few lived, the majority couldn't. Crime or whatever it is, it's a small thing to call it. Only One thing, the most terrifying criminals are not the ones who disassemble women's parts in the middle of the night, or the people who are called 'Napoleon of the criminal world', where they sit and why the chains last, I think you and I know very well." Jack lowered his eyes, and his long eyelashes cast a shadow on his statuesque face. "By the way, the place where I write is quite remote, and occasionally some terrible animals appear, so I have a gun."

Hui Yuanai pursed his lips, stepped aside, and stopped talking.

Several people waited for a while, and suddenly there was a chaotic fighting sound in the poker club. Mao Lilan's face changed when he heard the sound, and he rushed forward and kicked open the back door of the club.Unmoved, Jack stood there, reading the newspaper for a while, seeing that several people went in but did not come out, obviously not controlling the scene, he couldn't help sighing, and pulled out the beautiful revolver/gun from his waist.

Unexpected situations always arise with children.

Conan walked into the poker club through the back door to observe, and found that Colonel Menglang was cheating in gambling. .Because of Noah's Ark regulations, being hit is considered out of the game, so in the melee, the children of two high-ranking officials left the game to protect Conan. Four people remained: Haibara Ai, Mori Ran, Edogawa Conan, and Morohoshi Hideki, plus Jacob Buwanaba, an outsider.

A few gunshots stopped the fighting.

The sound of tearing and breaking wind passed by the ear, and the airflow driven by the kinetic energy of the bullet made the nearby skin ache.

Colonel Meng Lang was stunned for half a minute before looking back. A deep bullet hole was left on the wall. If the shot was aimed at his head instead of a deliberate demonstration, his neck would have been blown up by now. .He turned his head, his pupils reflected the man standing in front of the door, the latter was wearing a complicated handmade gown, holding a golden revolver/gun as beautiful as a work of art.Smoke curled from the muzzle of the gun, and the hot copper shell fell to the ground with a very crisp sound.

It was the only sound other than breathing and heartbeat in the silent club.

This gentlemanly man suddenly appeared at the door, raised his gun without hesitation, and shot randomly at the few gamblers present.He didn't take the time to aim at all, just took a casual look, and then pulled the trigger, and the evil door was here.Every shot was a precise graze to the head, maybe breaking a few hairs, but no one was bleeding.You must know that they were not standing there stupidly at that time, everyone was a moving target, the man's marksmanship was obviously terribly good, and his purpose was to deter rather than kill.If he has this intention, no one in the entire club can stand.

"Who?!" Colonel Montran's words trembled visibly.

Hell, he was so confident in his marksmanship?If the bullet misses even a little bit, they'll have to splatter the spot with blood.

Colonel Montlang swallowed: "... Shoot... at me? You..."

strangeness.Conan looked at Colonel Montlang: Is he afraid?

He was afraid that Mr. Jacobs would shoot him?

To be honest, Mr. Jacob entered the arena suddenly and silenced everyone's behavior with gunshots, which shocked Conan and his group of friendly people.However, it only took a few shots to save and control the situation. It is simple and rude but effective. After all, no matter how strong and powerful the people present are, they also know that when there is no one in hand, a person with a gun in his hand will provoke him. Sorry.In case this sheep-like gentleman was offended, it would not be cost-effective to punch a hole in him.

Before Colonel Montrang finished speaking, Jack fired two more shots. The gun grazed his scalp and stirred up a burst of fine stone chips on the wall. Just answer."

Colonel Montran closed his eyes and made a "I am obedient" gesture.

He has been in London for so long, and he can tell who is a vicious brat and who is a lunatic who kills people like drinking water.Even if the former fight fiercely with a knife, they are not worth fearing at all. They are as cowardly as a fawn, which just grows hard antlers and then comes out to scratch hooves at others, while the latter will make people feel scared even if he does nothing. The hairs stand on end, because crime is commonplace for them, and they will literally shoot and kill people for trivial things.

Smiling, Jack walked slowly into the club, ready to ask the waiter for a glass of wine.But he suddenly glanced at the end of the long table, which was covered with expensive silk from the Orient, with a goblet upside down, and beside it was a bottle of red wine that had been awake for a long time.He walked over with the still smoking gun in his hands, and poured himself a glass, his movements were so leisurely that one could feel that he was the owner of the bar.The dark wine kept shaking, leaving bright red marks on the crystal glass, like ambiguous lipstick marks, and layers of fresh blood.

"Let me ask you, where is your immediate boss?" Jack took a sip of red wine.

As soon as the voice fell, an old man's voice came from outside the door: "I can hear the noise of children outside, it seems that today is quite lively. Why, is someone looking for me?"