Randomly Picking a Huge Sucker

Even late at night, a few pedestrians still strolled through the streets of London, and horse-drawn carriages sped along the cobblestone streets, adding a unique charm to London, which was still in the late 19th century.

Fujino, leaning on his cane and putting on a gentlemanly air, followed behind with a pipe in his mouth.

The rest of the group walked ahead, looking around and occasionally glancing back at Sherlock Teng.

Fujino was not surprised by this, after all, Sherlock Teng and the like were indeed very impactful.

However, he didn't dare to reveal it himself, mainly because he was afraid that Conan would be provoked.

It wouldn't be good if this kid died on the spot in the game.

After all, that last little stunt almost broke the child.

He looked up at Big Ben, a look of great interest on his face. "The time seems a little different today. Is this the number of players remaining for this game?"

"Hmm, only thirty people left..."

Conan glanced at Big Ben, stopped, and frowned slightly. He wasn't surprised that Sherlock Holmes had seen through the matter at a glance.

After all, it was his idol, Sherlock Holmes!

As for whether it's true or false...

Let the bullets fly for a while!

"Will it be our turn soon?"

Don't jinx it!

"That's right, that's right, we still have Sherlock Holmes!"

Although the little ones were a bit flustered, they weren't flustered at all because of Fujino's face.

Beep, beauty card!

Ai Haibara, walking behind with her hands behind her back, turned around and gave Sherlock Holmes a meaningful look. "I'm leaving everything to you, Mr. Sherlock Holmes."

Fujino: "..."

Waaaaah, Ai has grown up and has started teasing me!

I'm a little sad...

But when I think about the big sum I've saved up, I don't feel bad anymore.

A slight smirk played on his lips, revealing a hint of anticipation.

"..."

The quick-witted Ai Haibara turned around, silently closed her eyes, and came to the conclusion in her heart. "Fujino is definitely plotting something again."

Although she knew the other party was acting, she wasn't sure who they were trying to trick.

However, she found the idea of randomly selecting a lucky audience member to become a victim of a scam, who wouldn't even know they'd been fooled until they were buried quite amusing.

Noah's Ark, which was following in the group, was extremely frustrated at this moment.

His original plan was to have Fujino enter the game and become Sherlock Holmes, and then have him act like a rich kid and cause trouble, making the game more challenging in the end so he could have some fun.

But who knew that the detective would be so calm after learning that his partner had gone missing?

They even ransacked Sherlock Holmes's house, found a pre-prepared pistol, and threw in a bombshell, giving him a good scolding and completely cutting off his path to advance the plot, ruining his plans!

That's pretty outrageous...

However, Noah didn't feel any negative emotions; on the contrary, he was secretly pleased—choosing this detective, whose client had an extremely low chance of dying, was definitely the best decision he had ever made.

A year ago, Kashimura had already commissioned Yusaku Kudo to investigate Hiroki's death, but in Noah's opinion, the investigation was as good as no investigation at all.

After reviewing Yusaku Kudo's past cases, he felt that this novelist detective seemed unreliable, having investigated for a year without finding anything reliable.

So, being cautious, he made a backup plan and hired a detective before the press conference began.

In retrospect, his big data analysis was correct.

The client is about to be killed, Yusaku Kudo is still signing autographs for women!

In contrast, the detective he hired, who in less than a month had given Schindler an electric shock at the venue and saved his own father, was incredibly professional.

They even dragged the person away with them.

He really made me cry my eyes out.

Amateurs and professionals are practically indistinguishable at a glance!

As Noah's Ark pondered this, it suddenly felt that something was amiss.

Since the other party knows that Kashimura is Hiroki's biological father and has seen through Schindler's true colors, they must have also traced it back to him as Noah's Ark...

But how exactly was it investigated?

Suddenly, Noah lowered his head, his expression becoming suspicious.

I vaguely felt like I was on the second level, while the detective had already reached the atmosphere and was watching me with a maternal smile...

Could it be that my plans after becoming Noah's Ark have been completely exposed?

A poker club in the city center.

"Professor Moriarty has not yet arrived, Mr. Sherlock Holmes."

Conan explored the poker club for a while, then came out and reported to Sherlock.

"In that case, let's wait here for a bit."

Sherlock Tennant, hands in his pockets, leaned against the wall. "Waiting for Moriarty inside the club is a dangerous thing."

Conan suddenly brought it up. "It's like what happened after you first met him."

"It seems you know a lot."

Sherlock Teng, taking his role, calmly said, "Moriarty is not someone who would do things himself, but his men always strike unexpectedly. Even if they are taken away by the police, they cannot find any evidence that can implicate Moriarty... Rather than going to his door, it is safer to have a chance encounter here."

Conan nodded silently, deeply impressed by Moriarty's first meeting with Sherlock Holmes.

After exchanging some harsh words, the old man sent his men to assassinate Sherlock Holmes that afternoon.

However, at this point in time, Moriarty should not have met Sherlock Holmes yet.

It's not a big problem.

After all, it's been adapted, and it's not really the same thing as Sherlock Holmes anymore.

Even if Jack the Ripper is involved, and Sherlock Holmes Fujino, no matter how far-fetched it seems, it will still feel very reasonable within this framework.

With the clatter of hooves, a black carriage slowly approached from a distance on the dimly lit street.

Fujino looked up and saw a small, thin old man with deep-set eyes, a pale face, and a wiry build sitting in the carriage, looking him over with great interest.

This person should be Professor Moriarty, the Napoleon of the criminal world.

"Mr. Sherlock Holmes, what a wonderfully unexpected guest."

Moriarty looked at Fujino and said in a meaningful tone.

"It was just a chance encounter."

"Since you're already here, why don't you come in and have a seat?"

Moriarty made a show of invitation, acting like a host.

What do you think?

Charlotte Teng stared directly at the other person, her gaze extremely sharp.

"You're being far too cautious."

Moriarty clicked his tongue. "You should know that."

"Those of us in this line of work live in danger every day."

Fujino didn't waste any words and said decisively, "You put Jack the Ripper on the streets just to kill some innocent women?"

"That was an orphan I found in the slums. I saw his talent and intended to train him."

Moriarty felt a slight regret. "In the end, he disappointed me."

Are you disappointed that your prized piece has become a stumbling block?