After all, it was a game. Night did not last very long.
Inside the Playing Card Club, the players had barely rested before a pale glow of dawn appeared on the horizon.
In the early hours of the morning, the group headed out and arrived near Whitechapel.
This was one of Jack the Ripper's crime scenes.
The others searched the streets for newspapers, intending to look for information in the Sunday Times Moriarty had mentioned.
Meanwhile, Conan had unknowingly wandered into Whitechapel's courtyard, studying the surroundings thoughtfully.
A notice had been posted on the wall. Conan stepped closer to read it.
It said:
[The parent-child charity bazaar will also be held on the second Sunday of October.
Those wishing to participate, please bring items that fit the "parent-child" theme.]
Conan: "..." It would "also" be held in October. That meant one had been held in September as well—counting the dates, the September "parent-child charity auction" had taken place on the very day Honey was killed by "Jack the Ripper." And according to the information they had found from Sherlock Holmes, Honey had been wearing a pair of Parent-Child Rings when she died.
There were no more clues nearby for the time being.
As Conan silently pieced together the information he knew, he retraced his steps and returned to his teammates.
Perhaps he was lucky. The moment he reached the street, a young newsboy happened to pass by.
Conan's eyes lit up, and he waved. "One copy of the Sunday Times, please!"
As he spoke, he patted his pocket.
After entering the game, their appearances and everything they carried had all been replicated exactly.
Luckily, Conan thought, he always carried plenty of pocket money.
But a second later, looking at the foreigners coming and going along the street, Conan