Became Sherlock Holmes!

The few unruly children couldn't even lift their heads under the disgusted gazes of the crowd.

As spoiled brats who bully the common people even at such a young age, they could naturally see that Fujino was retaliating against them.

But public opinion can be a powerful force.

After all, everyone present was a second-generation rich kid, so even if they were unhappy, they didn't dare to say anything.

Moreover, they are only second-generation, not first-generation.

"Fujino is still as vengeful as ever!"

Conan watched the dejected teenager slink away and couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

I never expected that Fujino would actually sabotage them after entering the game...

It's still that same old sixth brother!

I really don't know what these brainless teenagers were thinking, daring to offend Fujino!

That's it, they're totally screwed now, aren't they?

Although he had already given those brats a good beating, Fujino still felt somewhat unsatisfied.

Now I feel relieved!

Turning his gaze away, Fujino noticed the little girl's dejected expression.

Clearly, those words just now unintentionally hurt the young hearts of many detective fans.

Although he had some prejudice against these superior people, he still couldn't stand seeing children being sad.

"Although it was the sins committed by your parents, it's too early for them to bear the consequences now..."

Fujino squatted down helplessly, looked at the little girl who had come over first, and patted her head reassuringly, asking, "Will you learn from this and become a good person?"

"I will definitely become a good person in the future!"

The little girl nodded earnestly, looking very serious. "I will never become like my dad, someone who only knows how to make money all day long!"

"..."

Ai Haibara stood to the side, her eyes slightly narrowed.

She silently observed the hand that usually touched her head now resting on someone else's head, and suddenly felt a strange pang of jealousy.

That's outrageous! He actually pats every little girl's head he sees. What a womanizer...

He really is a Loli-con!

"Then it's agreed."

Fujino didn't notice the sour-smelling fake loli.

He stood up and glanced around at the children.

Then, speaking in a voice that everyone could hear, he said, "Although you cannot choose what kind of person you are born, you are still young. Whether you want to become the despicable adults Noah talks about or a good person, you still have a choice."

"Go choose a world you're good at, and prove Noah's Ark wrong!"

He paused, then continued, "Even if we fail, it doesn't matter. I'll stake my detective's reputation on making sure you all get out of here alive!"

"Very good!"

"Me too, I will never become like my grandfather!"

"Yes, yes, I want to be a good doctor when I grow up!"

"So cool! I want to be a detective like that when I grow up!"

"I want to be Brother Fujino's bride!"

"Fujino is mine!"

"Don't try to take it from me!"

Fujino's pre-battle pep talk swept away the children's low spirits, and they became excited and enthusiastic.

Fujino watched the excited young boys and girls in front of him, not thinking about how many people would be changed by this.

I reckon they'll have long forgotten today's promise by the time they grow up.

Actually, it doesn't matter if you forget, it's just a matter of dying sooner or later.

In the Conan World, let alone politicians and bankers, as long as they're not human, and there are no detectives on the scene, there will always be a Mikasa (a Japanese term for a person who is easily defeated) who will come up and trade one for one.

But... why does he feel like the art style is going a bit off track?

Becoming a detective is fine, but what's with the rest?

They actually managed to snag one? That's outrageous!

He's not Loli-con!

"In that case, let's set off."

Pulling himself out of his thoughts, Fujino suggested to the group behind him, "If we're going to choose a world, I feel that old-world London is more suitable for us. However, we still need to be more cautious when dealing with Jack the Ripper. Does anyone want to choose another world?"

"Nineteenth-century London was quite nice."

Sonoko glanced at the stone gate not far away and said wistfully, "I'd love to see what romantic, foggy England was like back then!"

"Sonoko, aren't you being a bit too carefree?"

Ran glanced speechlessly at her best friend. "If you get killed, you'll die in real life too!"

"Ran, what are you worried about...?"

Sonoko patted her on the shoulder. "With Fujino- Senior around, Jack the Ripper and all that stuff will be smashed to pieces!"

"That's right, that's right!"

"With Brother Fujino here, we'll definitely get out!"

"What's the big deal about opening a soup pot? It'll be taken care of in no time!"

The little ones, however, were completely different from the others, looking incredibly excited.

"Ha ha..."

Fujino looked at the little ones and couldn't help but chuckle dryly.

Why does it seem like these kids don't realize they're participating in a life-or-death game at all?

That's true, after all, these guys have a history of courting disaster.

They weren't afraid of Jack the Ripper or anything like that.

Having made their decision, the group set off towards the world of old-century London.

After passing through a dimly lit alley, a blinding light appeared at the end.

Fujino glanced at the end of the alley, hesitated for a moment, and then walked through it.

The blinding light was fleeting.

When Fujino opened his eyes again, he found himself in a luxurious study and living room.

The warm yellow light shone on the red wallpaper in the study, reflecting the veins of maple leaves.

A tall bookshelf is placed in the right corner of the room as you enter the study, and a long red sofa is placed against the wall in front of the bookshelf.

Between the left side and the bedroom door, there is a writing desk, while in the middle of the wall slightly to the left, there is a fireplace decorated with brown wood and brass.

To the right of the fireplace is a lab bench with various instruments, and to the left is a desk. Next to the desk, by the bedroom door, is a deer skull, and above the door hang two hunting rifles.

At this moment, Fujino was sitting on the sofa next to the small coffee table in front of the fireplace, curiously looking around at his surroundings.

However, he immediately realized that something was wrong.

Where did Ai, Conan, Sonoko, Ran, and the other kids go?

None of them are spicy?!

"Mr. Sherlock Holmes, the tea is ready!"

Just then, accompanied by a standard London accent, a woman dressed in a Victorian-era black maid's outfit pushed open the door to the study and living room and walked in carrying a tray.

"Put it on the coffee table."

Fujino glanced at the maid and gave her a practiced order.

But the more I thought about it, the more something seemed off.

Coming to his senses, he asked the maid in surprise, "Wait, what did you just call me?"

"Mr. Sherlock Holmes?"

The maid placed the tea on the coffee table, poured a cup of black tea with a clatter, and looked at Fujino with a puzzled expression. "Aren't you awake yet?"

"Um, it's nothing, I just spaced out for a moment."

Fujino responded and took a sip of his black tea to calm his nerves.

Okay, maid, the familiar study.

He probably already understands what the situation is like.

Goodness, he's become Sherlock Holmes!