Conan: This repairman is not very knowledgeable

Chapter 705 Apocalypse

Masao Shinohara was taken away by Officer Takagi.

"Brother Lin Feng..."

Inspector Megure wanted to say something, but found that the repairman had slipped away at some point.

"Ah!"

Uncle Maori finally woke up with his eyes half open.

I don’t know why, but the beer today was so strong that my head was dizzy and my pants were wet.

"Brother Mori, thanks to you this time!" Inspector Megure walked up, patted him on the shoulder and said with a smile.

The method of committing this crime was quite clever. If Kogoro had not exposed the method at the scene, the police would probably have found it difficult to imagine that the murderer had killed someone outside the store.

"where."

"Hahaha~" Uncle Maori laughed as usual, scratching his head and laughing.

"Dad, you dropped all this, didn't you?"

"Didn't I win the dark horse?" Xiaolan saw a pile of horse tickets scattered on the ground and picked them up, not knowing which one won the prize.

My father also said he would treat others to drinks.

"These are all 100-yuan betting tickets, right..." Conan leaned over to take a look.

"You haven't eaten yet, I'll take you to eat!" Uncle Maori was also ready to leave.

Although he did win the dark horse, the tickets were all worth hundreds of dollars, so he didn't make much money at all. He was just trying to save face in the store before.

"father!"

"..."

"Do we have to go to another store?" Inspector Megure couldn't help scratching his head as he looked at the backs of the three people.

I hope there won't be any more cases tonight...

……

a few days later.

"First class, where does that lady come from..."

Uncle Maori said while hugging his arms while sitting on the plane to London.

He even helped to book the hotel. He must be really rich.

"A top-level poop scooper." Lin Feng recalled the lost cat and spoke.

Conan, who had been looking out the window, turned around and smiled.

It’s really no problem.

Edogawa Conan's passport.

It's really stressful.

"Conan seems very happy." Noticing the state of the dog-headed detective, Xiaolan said.

"He is a Sherlock Holmes fan, just like that detective boy."

Uncle Maori reminded his daughter not to buy a lot of gifts, after all, Aunt Diana would not help reimburse the money for the gifts.

"I'm not buying him a present!"

Xiaolan made a stubborn defense, then rested her chin on her hand and whispered, "It would be nice if Shinichi could go with us."

"What are you laughing at..."

Lin Feng, who was sitting on the other side of the road, glanced at the Dog-Head Detective.

This guy is really happy.

I just hope there won't be a plane crash, and I'd be happy with the hijacking of the plane by robbers...

……

More than ten hours later.

The plane landed safely, and even the most common murder case did not occur, which was unexpected.

"We have an appointment with that rich woman to meet in the evening. Before that, we can go around for a walk." Uncle Maori said after looking at the time.

"Where should we go?" Xiaolan looked at Lin Feng and Conan.

"Baker Street!"

Before Lin Feng could speak, Conan, with his bag on his back, answered first.

If this guy were to say so, he would definitely go out to eat again. …

221b Baker Street.

Sherlock Holmes in the novel lived here between 1881 and 1902.

Later someone bought the house and officially established the Sherlock Holmes Museum in 1990.

The structure and layout of this museum are exactly the same as those presented in the novel.

As you walk through the door, you feel like you have arrived at Sherlock Holmes' home in the 19th century.

“It’s worthy of being called the Sherlock Holmes Museum!”

"awesome!"

It's hard to believe that this dog-headed detective would be so happy just to sit on a chair.

"Little brat." Uncle Maori said, and then glanced at the notebook in his daughter's hand, which was filled with densely written things.

"Do you want me to transfer next year's rent directly to you?" Lin Feng saw clearly that what Xiaolan was holding in her hand was a gift list, and she was about to hand over Polo's next year's rent.

"Don't be so exaggerated!" Uncle Maori was speechless. How could it be linked to the rent? What exactly was he going to do?

"Brother Lin Feng, you're just joking." Xiaolan smiled, walked to the side, took out her phone, and called a high school detective.

Let that guy be envious!
"Buzz~"

The dog-headed detective sitting in Sherlock Holmes' seat felt the vibration of the phone. He glanced at Xiaolan secretly and slipped out.

"Shinichi, guess where I am now!"

Uncle Maori stood by, looking at the various experimental instruments on the table and eavesdropping on his daughter's phone call.

That detective boy really gives me high blood pressure.

"I've always thought that sending a daughter off at a wedding is a cruel part." Lin Feng patted the uncle's shoulder and said.

"Damn it!" Uncle Maori clenched his fists.

"Idiot, idiot, idiot!"

On the other side, Xiaolan shouted into the phone in her hand.

This scene caused everyone in the museum to turn around and watch.

"What is she doing..." Uncle Maori was speechless. Why are they still arguing? He must teach that kid a lesson when he has the chance!
"sorry!"

Xiaolan apologized to the people around her, and then the three of them walked out of 221b together.

Not far away, Conan was talking to a little foreign boy, and then another foreign man walked over and took the child away.

"Conan, who are they?"

After approaching, Xiaolan asked curiously.

Is Conan able to make friends so quickly?
"You won't get into trouble again when you go abroad, will you?" asked a detective with a small mustache, codenamed the God of Plague.

"If I can be safe and sound when going out with you three, I would rather live ten years less." Lin Feng got a bag of potato chips from somewhere and said while eating.

This situation was expected.

"Hehe, you guessed it right..." Conan turned the paper in his hand around and showed it to everyone.

This piece of paper was given to him by the boy just now.

"Someone is going to be murdered somewhere in London."

"Tell Scotland Yard that this is my apocalypse."

The note was given to the other party by a strange man on the tennis court, and it also said these strange words.

And he said that if you feel you have no clue, go find Sherlock Holmes.

That's why the boy named Apollo Glass came to the vicinity of 221b to look for traces of Sherlock Holmes.

"Minerba Glass."

Hearing the boy's name, Lin Feng casually said another name.

"Who is that?"

Uncle Maori was frowning at the bunch of English words on the note and asked casually.

"The world's number one tennis player, the queen of grass, Minerva Glass."

Xiaolan took out a magazine from her backpack and opened it. A beautiful woman with blonde hair and a tennis racket appeared in front of her.

"That was the one I saw on the news at the airport just now, right?"

(End of this chapter)