I'm in Conan, I'm not a gangster

Chapter 751 Conan: So similar, so very similar!! Just like Inspector Megure!
Conan watched helplessly as the last player's figure vanished in the white light, frozen in place as if under a spell.

Several seconds later, he suddenly came to his senses and shouted at Shiraishi E, "Shiraishi! Are you crazy?! You actually fired at them?"

Before he could finish speaking, Shiraishi E casually waved her hand, her attitude as relaxed as if she had just swatted a few flies.

"Relax, what's the big deal?" He said firmly, with an unquestionable confidence. "With me here, it doesn't matter whether they're here or not. Don't worry, I guarantee you'll win easily. I'll take care of clearing the game."

Upon hearing this, Conan couldn't help but grab his hair, making his already messy hairstyle even more disheveled from playing the game. He explained frantically, "I'm not worried about them! I'm worried about your bullets, you idiot!"

He pointed at the revolver in Shiraishi E's hand, which was still emitting a little smoke, and asked urgently, "You fired so many rounds in one go, how many bullets do you have left?"

"Next up is the elusive Jack the Ripper! He's not someone you can easily take down with your fists!"

He's not stupid; of course he understands the skill level of the other players.

Most of them are just there to make up the numbers; their presence might actually get in the way and cause more trouble.

When Shiraishi E heard that Conan was worried about this, she was taken aback for a moment, then a knowing smile appeared on her face: "Hey—! So that's what you're worried about! I thought you, the detective, had suddenly become a compassionate person."

He weighed the revolver in his hand and said casually, "As for the bullets, don't worry, there are enough. Look, there are six rounds left in the cylinder, more than enough to deal with any emergencies."

"Six shots..." Conan muttered, his brow still furrowed. "We still have to use them sparingly! Who knows what might happen later!"

Shiraishi E couldn't help but chuckle as she looked at Conan's worried expression, as if he were afraid he would run out of bullets in the next second.

He shook his head, deftly flipped his wrist, turned the revolver around so the butt was facing Conan, and handed it over. "Fine, fine, I give up. Here, take it."

Under Conan's surprised gaze, Shiraishi E explained, "With your small frame, you're too weak to even kill a chicken. If you really encounter danger, you can't run fast enough, and you can't fight back. Take this for self-defense. It would be a real shame if you were eliminated by some low-level thugs or traps without even realizing it."

Conan thought about it again and realized that was indeed the case.

He knew Shiraishi E's fighting prowess all too well; it was no exaggeration to say that even unarmed, this guy could probably kill Jack the Ripper.

For him, the pistol was more of an added bonus, but for him, it was a lifesaver in critical moments.

Thinking of this, Conan took the heavy revolver without any hesitation or politeness.

“That makes sense.” He carefully checked the magazine, confirmed the number of bullets, and then solemnly put the pistol away: “Then this pistol is mine. Don’t regret it.”

Seeing his cautious demeanor, Shiraishi E laughed and patted him on the shoulder: "Do you think I'm the kind of person who doesn't keep their word?"

Conan carefully tucked the heavy revolver into his clothes, making sure it wouldn't fall out easily, before turning around with Shiraishi E and returning to the body of the unfortunate woman who had been murdered.

The thick fog did not seem to have dissipated, still hanging low over the streets. The glow of the gas lamps appeared even more hazy in the fog, adding to the eeriness of the crime scene.

Conan crouched down, his expression becoming focused and serious. He carefully examined the victim and analyzed, "The deceased was approximately between forty and forty-five years old."

"The clothes she wore looked fancy, but the materials were ordinary, and the size was obviously not right. They were probably second-hand or borrowed."

"The cosmetics I applied to my face had a rough texture and a cheap smell."

"Look at her hands again. The skin is rough, the knuckles are large, and you can even see some stains that are hard to wash off under her fingernails... These are clearly the hands of someone who has been doing manual labor for a long time."

"All things considered, she was by no means a lady of high society, but more like a lower-class woman trying to dress decently."

Listening to his meticulous reasoning, Shiraishi E retorted without hesitation, "Detective, stop showing off your observation skills here."

"Anyone who's read a bit of Sherlock Holmes or knows any background information knows that Jack the Ripper's target was very clear: he specifically targeted prostitutes." "After all your analysis, isn't that the conclusion you've reached?"

Conan was a little embarrassed by what he said, and chuckled dryly. He stood up, clapped his hands, and said, "Yeah... sigh, the design of this game might be okay for beginner detective enthusiasts, but for professionals like us, the clues are too straightforward. It's simply not challenging at all."

As soon as he finished speaking, heavy and hurried footsteps came from the end of the street.

Two officers dressed in late 19th-century British police uniforms and wearing top hats ran through the thick fog.

They immediately noticed the gruesome corpse on the ground, and their faces turned deathly pale.

“My God! It’s…it’s ripping open again!” One of the older policemen’s voices trembled, almost too afraid to look closely. “Yes, this method…it must have been done by that devil, ‘Jack the Ripper’! Quick, go and notify Inspector Lestrade!”

Another, younger policeman nodded hurriedly, as if fleeing the horrific scene, and turned to run away quickly.

"Inspector Lestrade?" Conan's eyes lit up when he heard the familiar name. Even without Shiraishi's reminder, he couldn't help but remark, "Well, needless to say, this 'Lestrade' is probably just the 'Inspector Megure' I know with a different name and uniform!"

Upon hearing this, Shiraishi E smiled knowingly and said, "Maybe there's even hair... How about it, Detective, do you want to stay here and witness 'Inspector Megure's' British skin for yourself?"

Conan nodded and said with great interest, "That's good! We can use our status as witnesses to get some official information about the series of cases out of this 'Inspector Lestrade'."

The two did not have to wait long. Accompanied by a slightly hurried series of footsteps, a middle-aged man with a slightly overweight build, a thick mustache, and wearing a police officer's overcoat arrived at the scene, surrounded by a group of police officers.

As soon as his image appeared, Conan and Shiraishi E couldn't help but chuckle to themselves—sure enough, apart from the Victorian-era police uniform and the slightly exaggerated beard, his physique and demeanor were a perfect replica of Inspector Megure!

"Even their frowning habits are exactly the same..." Conan couldn't help but facepalm and mutter to Shiraishi E, "My dad is really... outrageously 'easy' when it comes to designing NPCs, he just copies them directly."

The two then described to the "Inspector Lestrade" what they had seen Jack the Ripper commit the crime and how he escaped... Of course, they omitted the details of how they cleared out the other players and fired the shots.

After finishing his narration, Conan seized the opportunity, looked up, and asked in an innocent child's tone, "Inspector, I heard this isn't the first case? How many terrible incidents like this have happened? Where have they all occurred?"

When Inspector Lestrade heard this question, a typical troubled expression appeared on his face, much like Inspector Megure's when faced with a difficult problem.

He patted his head, which was covered by a police cap, somewhat awkwardly, and said in a muffled voice, "How many... how many cases? Well... there have been so many cases lately that I can't even remember the exact number."

"How about this, if you're so interested in the case, why don't you go directly to Baker Street and find Mr. Sherlock Holmes!"

"That guy is most interested in these bizarre cases; he must have very detailed case records and files!"

Upon hearing this, Conan immediately exchanged a knowing look with Shiraishi E.

This is clearly a game-designed route, intended to guide players to trigger the storyline involving the core NPC, Sherlock Holmes.

"Understood, thank you, Inspector." Conan asked no more questions, and he and Shiraishi E turned and left in tacit agreement, heading towards Baker Street.

Walking along the historic streets of London, Conan recalled Inspector Lestrade's reaction earlier and couldn't help but laugh and remark, "So alike, so incredibly alike!"

"His style of not being able to remember the details of the case clearly and wanting to seek help from outsiders when he encounters difficulties is exactly the same as Inspector Megure's."

Hearing this, Shiraishi E laughed and patted Conan on the shoulder, saying, "This shows that your dad is quite 'thoughtful' in character creation, at least he grasped the essence!"

The two chatted and laughed as they left East London and headed to Marylebone in West London, where 221b Baker Street is located.

(End of this chapter)