Sherlock Holmes, Sherlock Fujino

"Mr. Sherlock Holmes!"

Just then, there was a knock on the door, and a maid's voice came in. "There's a Miss Mori Ran outside, and the young man who worked with you a while ago is looking for you!"

"Go and call them all in. I'll be waiting for them in the living room."

"OK."

Upon hearing the familiar name, Fujino immediately knew that others had come looking for him, just as he had expected.

He first put away his cane and sword, and then gave an order to the maid outside the door.

He then pushed open the door, went into the study and living room, sat on the sofa, picked up his pipe, lit it, and took a puff.

"Call..."

Exhaling a puff of smoke, Fujino Jiro, a smirk playing on his lips, looking quite intrigued. "I wonder what their expressions will be when they see Sherlock Holmes..."

"Oh, right, it's Sherlock Teng now."

At the entrance of No. 221.

At this moment, everyone was waiting anxiously.

After walking for so long, they finally arrived at Baker Street.

They all instinctively felt a sense of curiosity about this detective.

At this moment, the maid opened the door, looked at everyone with a smile, and said, "Please come in, Mr. Sherlock Holmes is waiting in his drawing room."

"Excuse me!"

Everyone greeted each other politely and entered the room.

Conan followed behind, eagerly shaking the little hand clenched in his pocket.

Led by the maid, the group arrived at the door of Sherlock Holmes's room.

"Mr. Sherlock Holmes!"

The maid knocked on the door and called out to someone inside.

"Come in."

A low, muffled sound came from inside the door.

Conan, however, couldn't hide the smile on his lips.

I really wonder what Sherlock Holmes is like here...

After all, that was his idol, Sherlock Holmes!

Ai Haibara glanced calmly at Conan, whose expression betrayed his true feelings. "Are you that impatient?"

"That's Sherlock Holmes!"

"It's just a virtual game, it's all fake."

"Sherlock Holmes is Sherlock Holmes, even if he's fictional, it doesn't matter."

Conan said with a serious expression, he naturally knew it was virtual, but even though it was just a virtual character in the game, he was still very excited just to be able to chat with that great detective, and he was immersed in his little bubble of anticipation!

"..."

Ai Haibara calmly glanced at Conan was already impatient.

It's just a fictional character, is it really that big of a deal?

That's why she couldn't understand these detective-like creatures.

The greater the expectations, the more devastating it will be when those beautiful dreams are shattered.

"Kata!"

At this moment, the maid pushed open the door, and everyone entered the red-themed study and living room.

A man wearing a brown trench coat and a baseball cap sat on a single sofa with his back to them, and wisps of mist were faintly visible in front of him.

"Sherlock Holmes..."

Conan stared at the figure's back, his heart pounding wildly.

The children were overjoyed to be able to meet the real Sherlock Holmes!

But why does that back view feel a little familiar?

Well, you must have seen similar characters in movies or TV shows before!

Conan thought to himself.

"Excuse me, are you Mr. Sherlock Holmes?"

Ran had heard from her childhood friend how amazing Sherlock Holmes was, so when she finally met him in person, she was naturally very curious. But he also seemed a little familiar, so she couldn't help but ask him the first question.

"That's right, I am Sherlock Holmes."

Fujino stood up, wearing a brown trench coat, a baseball cap, and a pipe, and turned to look at the crowd. "May I ask what brings this lovely lady to me?"

Ai Haibara: "..."

Conan: "..."

Ran: "..."

Sonoko: "..."

The people present. "..."

Everyone stared blankly at the extremely familiar and similar face in front of them, completely dumbfounded.

No, it's not just extremely similar, it's the same person!

"Fuji... Fujino- Senior?"

Ran came to her senses, her bewildered eyes filled with confusion. Pointing at Sherlock Teng, she hesitated for a moment.

"Um?"

Sherlock Teng frowned, looked at Ran, picked up his cane and walked over, asking in confusion, "My lovely lady, what did you call me... Do I look a lot like someone you know?"

"Forehead..."

Ran didn't know what to say.

You can't say they look alike; you can only say they are essentially the same person.

"Fujino- Senior, what are you doing here?"

Sonoko was the first to stop. Disregarding her image, she strode forward, put her hands on the waist of her red dress, and leaned in to take a closer look. "We were all so worried!"

"So, who is Fujino?"

Our Sherlock Fujino had no intention of exposing his true identity. He took two steps back, his brows still furrowed, and asked, "Miss, have we met before?"

"Hmm... you really don't recognize us?"

Sonoko pouted, somewhat bewildered, and reached out to pinch Fujino's cheek, tugging at it slightly before muttering, "This isn't a disguise..."

"Ahem!"

Sherlock Teng coughed lightly and quickly took two steps back, glancing at the bright red dress before looking at Sonoko with a hint of wariness in his eyes. "This lady dressed so provocatively, please be more reserved."

Sonoko: "...?"

Wearing revealing clothing is perfectly normal for an evening gown, isn't it?

In this conservative era, it would indeed be considered somewhat 'immoral'.

Huh?! Wait a minute, what does "reserved" mean?

Am I being treated like a female hooligan?

"..."

Ai Haibara stared at Sherlock Teng in front of her, her small eyes filled with great confusion.

She knew this person very well, she couldn't forget him, it must be Fujino.

But... what's going on here?

Could it be that they've been brainwashed by this awful game and turned into NPCs?

No way, no way...

Ai Haibara comforted herself in her heart.

Then she thought of another possibility.

Fujino is acting again!

Well, if he were assigned this role based on his personality, he might indeed showcase his acting skills a bit.

He secretly considered this possibility and successfully hit the mark with GAT.

She glanced back at Conan, who looked extremely unpleasant, as if he had eaten something bad.

"How about it?"

Ai Haibara asked with great interest, "How did this huge Sherlock Holmes fan feel after meeting his idol?"

Conan: "￥%...#...@#@~!!!!"

What do I feel? You and that old man Fujino are Sherlock Holmes?

What?! This is just Fujino!

Does this look like it? Is this reasonable?

This isn't in the river!

Damn it, they actually tried to fool an 18-year-old high school student like me with Fujino!

You think I'd believe that!

At this moment, Conan looked utterly hopeless, with a million curses running through his mind.

The pure and dreamy white bubbles I had been looking forward to were instantly punctured and shattered!

There was no light left in his eyes; he was completely ruined...