nycdaug Chapter 235 London Shadow: We Need More Bosses!
Chapter 235 London Shadow: We Need More Bosses!
Chapter 235 London Shadow: We Need More Bosses!
"Triumphant performance, the idol of Warsaw Royal Opera, Irene Adler!"
The poster creaked and groaned between Conan's clenched fists. Conan looked numb, his gaze so cold he wanted to poke two holes in the paper.
In the center of an exquisitely framed picture adorned with jewels, a graceful beauty with floral vines draped over her shoulders, her black hair cascading down her back, and her thin, red, moist lips beneath a mustache gently holding a rose petal, with a hint of delicate pink on the tip of her tongue, as alluring as a ripe peach—provided that the person in the poster is not Yusaku Kudo.
At his feet, Sonoko Suzuki was already laughing so hard she was squealing like a chicken, and she was warned twice by the system: "That face is Mr. Yusaku's! Hehehe!"
Well, the light in Conan's eyes gradually faded, and after experiencing Holmes' mother, it was entirely predictable that Irene Adler's father would follow suit.
What should he say? At least Noah's Ark didn't set Sherlock Holmes up as Gin and vodka, did it?
Games are based on reality, but they shouldn't be more extreme than reality. Conan is currently only focused on escaping as quickly as possible.
"By the way, Mitsuhiko, did Professor Moriarty say anything else besides that? What did they look like?"
What did they say...? Mitsuhiko looked at everyone surrounding Conan and was momentarily stunned.
Even though he had just returned from the dangerous professor's clutches, Ayumi, Ai, and the others would only look at Conan, because Conan's answers were always right, and his actions were always the most correct...
"Here, have a cup of hot milk to calm your nerves. You were terrified, weren't you?"
Mrs. Hudson came over with a plate of hot milk. He took the teacup and forced a smile.
Once a person becomes clearly aware of a problem, it's difficult to return to ignorance, and Mitsuhiko is currently in this state. A bitter thorn is stuck in his heart, but he can't pull it out:
Professor Moriarty didn't say anything. But I never expected that even the mastermind behind all the crime in Europe, the Napoleon of the criminal world, would make a mistake.
Speaking of which, he looks a lot like his older brother Kuromon, but he has black hair and eyes.”
[Seriously violated character settings during gameplay, alerting NPCs to the anomaly, resulting in immediate elimination!]
The voice cut off, and an invisible rift spread from Mitsuhiko's heart. He touched his empty chest in a daze, and before he could react, he turned into specks of light amidst the shattering sound.
"Mitsuhiko—" Conan reached out with all his might, but couldn't grab anything.
Something's not right! Logically, ordinary characters who break the rules should receive a warning like Xiaolan did, and only be removed from the game after three violations. How could she suddenly be eliminated!
Mitsuhiko didn't do anything strange, and his character isn't as obvious as Sonoko's. The problem must lie in what he said.
Conan frowned, slowly pacing amidst the panicked and confused gazes of the crowd. He jumped onto Holmes's chair and muttered to himself, "According to him, Mrs. Hudson should be the only NPC present..."
What exactly caused his elimination? Black Gate? Professor Moriarty's appearance? The Napoleon of the criminal world...?
"That's it! This is it!" A thought flashed through Conan's mind.
Overlooked clues surfaced, piecing together the complete puzzle: there's only one truth!
"Ran-neechan, come here right now!" Conan pulled Ran Mouri to a corner of the room and whispered in her ear, "I'm telling you, here are the clues. Try using your skills..."
"What!" Ran Mouri looked at everyone in surprise and threw down the skill judgment dice.
[The "Reasoning" skill check result is 50 < 90, successful.]
The deduced information was instantly presented to Ran. She pursed her lips and nodded solemnly to Conan in affirmation.
"Oh dear, what's wrong with you all?"
Noticing the sudden gloom, Mrs. Hudson, her voice filled with concern, went to the fireplace: "Is it too cold? Shall I light the fireplace for you?"
"Let's forget about it." Conan's low hostility made her pause. "For someone of your status, pretending to be a landlady who does all the housework must be exhausting."
Pretending? What are you talking about!
As Ai Haibara intently sketched her mother's appearance, she instinctively wanted to retort, but was unable to utter a sound due to her speechlessness.
"Hmm? Little one, I don't understand what you're saying," Mrs. Hudson said, putting down the wood.
“Then I’ll be blunt.” Conan picked up the book “A Study of Jack the Ripper” and adjusted his glasses. “Mrs. Hudson, since Mr. Holmes and Dr. Watson went to Dartmore, why were the reagents on the lab table reacting when we came in?”
"Mr. Holmes's lab bench is always filled with all sorts of dangerous reagents of unknown purpose, things that even Watson might not be able to get permission for. Surely he didn't ask you to operate them?"
Mrs. Hudson blinked innocently, offering no rebuttal.
"Then let's talk about the second point. An unattended alcohol lamp can easily cause a fire, not to mention the reagents that can react, and the notebook I found was right on the lab table! Holmes wouldn't be that careless. The fact that the notebook was there means that someone just flipped through it and then casually put it aside!"
But all of this is hindsight; it was Mitsuhiko's elimination that brought him the real insight!
In the scene just now, the only thing that could be considered a serious violation of the character's established persona was the line "the mastermind of the criminal world, Napoleon."
During the Baskerville period, Moriarty was far less famous than he was later. As a vagrant who traded information, Holmes would never have shared information about Moriarty with them, let alone described him in such a precise way.
Thinking about it from another angle, if the woman in front of us really was Mrs. Hudson, she would only see the "Moriarty" that Mitsuhiko mentioned as another source of amusement for Holmes, and would not be alarmed by it!
"And those who respond to Mitsuhiko's words must be very familiar with Professor Moriarty's story!"
Pop, pop, pop.
The applause, neither too fast nor too slow, echoed in the living room. Conan glared at Mrs. Hudson, whose pretense was gradually crumbling and who was now indifferent, and demanded sharply, "Who are you?!"
"Who am I? This is a profound philosophical question."
A gentle, magnetic bass voice flowed from between her teeth. The leisurely old woman leaned against the wall, her left hand slowly peeling open a thin slit along her neck, securing it with her fingernail, and tearing it upwards.
tear it up-
A human skin mask with a wig fell to the ground, revealing a pair of green eyes.
He looked to be around thirty or forty years old, with a physique large enough to disguise himself as a woman, which was considered thin for a middle-aged man. His skin was fair with a yellowish tinge, his facial features were well-defined, and his nose was straight. He seemed to have some mixed-race heritage, but it was difficult to tell with the naked eye.
Conan noticed with his sharp eyes that fine lines had appeared on his forehead, the corners of his mouth, and the corners of his eyes, mostly due to his serious demeanor. His thin lips were bloodless, and there was a slight bluish-gray under his eyes, which matched his long, brownish-gray hair that had already turned gray.
—All these details combined make the gentleman in the purple dress not look comical, but rather more dignified due to his slight illness.