I am in Mihua, and the ladies all like me

Under him was an unconscious woman.

"stop!"

Conan shouted to intimidate the enemy, squatted down, turned the knob of his shoe, stood up, and kicked a tin can scattered on the ground nearby, as if he wanted to stop the crime with a long-range attack.

But I don't know if he overestimated his fighting ability. The can that was kicked only flew three or four meters before falling down. Instead, the recoil force broke his foot and hurt.

On the other side, Serabelle, who had started first, rushed to Jack the Ripper like a hurricane, with her five fingers put together in a piercing gesture, ready to stab the latter's carotid artery.

But this seemingly extremely fierce attack was blocked.

Jack the Ripper's reaction was extremely fast.

He took countermeasures the moment before the attack came. He stood up and jumped as quickly as possible, grabbed Serabelle's wrist in mid-air and turned it to the side. Then he tapped the ground with his toes the moment he landed and stepped forward again, swinging the dagger in his hand towards the boy's throat. The sharp blade cut through the air, making a sharp whistle.

There is a high wall between unarmed and armed.

No matter how brave Serabelle was, she couldn't use her unprotected body to withstand the attack of cold weapons. She could only lean back to avoid the fatal blow while transferring inertia to her legs.

Then--

boom!

It was like the sound of a karate master's whip kick hitting a sandbag. Jack the Ripper, who had taken the blow firmly, shuddered all over, landed on the ground as if hit hard, stumbled back several steps, his fingers twitching uncontrollably, and even the hand that was holding Serabel's wrist loosened.

Then he ran towards the twilight without looking back, his back limping slightly under his flying cloak.

"How is it, are you okay?!"

The brief confrontation had just ended when Conan, Hattori Heiji and others arrived.

"fine."

Serabell moved her wrist and could clearly feel a slight pain in the place where Jack the Ripper had pinched it before.

"I originally wanted to take him down directly, but it seems that I thought too much. This guy... is a little difficult to kill."

It's okay if he's a little hard to kill. It seems you were just planning to kill him directly.

Conan and Hattori Heiji, two peace-loving high school students, couldn't help but twitch their lips slightly when they heard this.

Serabelle continued, "We just had a fight and got three useful pieces of information. First, he is very strong. Second, he is not heavy. He may be even lighter than Hattori. He should be a thin man, about the same size as me. Third, Jack the Ripper is a man."

"Forget about the first two, but how did you know about the third one..."

Hattori Heiji was very upset.

Logically speaking, the first two can be felt through fighting, but for the third piece of information, could it be that you took the time to touch the person there?

This is a reasonable question, but the answer given by Serabelle is also quite simple and crude.

He tapped the ground with the tip of his right foot: "To be honest, my last kick just now broke his balls."

"..."

As soon as these words were spoken, not only Conan and Hattori Heiji, but also the three little guys behind them fell into a strange silence.

A kick in the balls, it sounds like it hurts!

"But it is indeed valuable intelligence."

Conan glanced at the alley and it seemed that because of the scream just now, a few people on the street finally rushed over, but they should be from the London Police Department, and they were shouting something in English like "Jack the Ripper has appeared again."

"Anyway, let's get out of here first. The most urgent thing is to get to Baker Street and find Holmes."

"……makes sense."

So everyone quickly left the alley before the police discovered them.

An hour and a half later, at 221 Baker Street, the doorbell rang and an elderly blond woman came out.

"Oh, it's you. Are you here to see Mr. Holmes and Dr. Watson? Unfortunately, they are not at home now."

What? Not home?

Chapter 337: Damn it, I’m going to have a fight with you!

A minute later, Serabelle and the others arrived at the room upstairs.

This is an office consisting of a ceiling-to-ceiling bookcase, two sofa chairs for meeting guests, and a desk filled with various chemical experimental tools.

The lights in the house are obviously much brighter than the street lights outside. Although the furnishings in the room are quite messy, the warm lights unexpectedly give people an inexplicable sense of harmony.

"By the way, what did that auntie mean when she said that we had done a great service to Mr. Holmes two weeks ago?"

Hideki Moroboshi moved towards the corner of the bookshelf to give himself enough space to move around.

He was the first to enter the room.

The office does not occupy a large area. It is spacious if it is occupied by one person, and comfortable for two people. However, it would be a bit crowded if three, four or even six people come in together.

Especially if the people who entered first blocked the middle of the room and refused to move in, the people behind them wouldn't be able to get in at all.

"Oh, that. She probably confused us with the Baker Street Guerrillas." Conan looked around the office and explained, "They are a group of children hired by Sherlock Holmes to sneak into places that adults can't enter to collect intelligence."

"That doesn't matter anymore. The question is what should we do now?"

Serabelle leaned against the door frame with her hands in her pockets.

"According to what Mrs. Hudson said just now, Holmes and Watson are both out now. Do we need to do anything to trigger their return?"

"No, there shouldn't be such a thing." Conan paused. "I just asked Mrs. Hudson. According to the game setting, today is September 30th, and if they went to Dartmoor, then it can only be the Hound of the Baskervilles incident. According to the plot, they will not be back within a week."

"That means we can only rely on ourselves."

As Serabelle spoke, she turned and walked towards the bookshelf, and began copying down the hardcover books one by one.

But he didn't intend to read it. Instead, he just glanced at the name on the cover and put it back.

"You...what are you doing?" Hattori Heiji was puzzled.

"Of course we're looking for clues." Serabelle said without looking back, "Since the game setting allows us to enter Sherlock Holmes' residence, it must be more than just drinking a cup of milk tea. Besides, a detective like Sherlock Holmes must have information and related speculations about Jack the Ripper."

"Oh, that makes sense. I'll help too."

Hattori Heiji also came over and started to help look for information.

However, this motivation only lasted until he could see the name of the first hardcover copy.

"Wait, wait, why is everything in English?"

Hattori Heiji was dumbfounded after just one glance.

To be honest, although his grades in school were indeed good, and as the son of the chief of the Osaka Police Station, he must have attended a key private high school, but in the end his English level was at best only slightly higher than the full score on the school test paper.

It's just barely adequate for simple oral communication, but if you want to do something a little professional, he's out of luck.

"It's okay. You don't have to understand it all. Just give me the cover with the word JACK on it." Serabelle calmly lowered her head and flipped through the book. "I can understand it."

"Oh, that's right."

Hattori Heiji was stunned for a moment, then thought about it and realized that this seemed to be the case, and he immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

The main reason was that the guy in front of him spoke fluent Japanese and had no foreign accent, which was completely different from a certain busty female foreign teacher. In addition, his facial features were very Asian, so he always accidentally overlooked the fact that there was a local Londoner around him.

Thinking about it now, it’s really reassuring.

"……found it!"

After all six people started searching for about five or six minutes, Conan finally found a hardcover copy from the bookshelf with the words "An analysis of Jack the Ripper!" marked in English on it.

Translated, it means [Research on Jack the Ripper].

"This is it!"

Serabelle took the notebook from his hand, turned around, sat down at the desk and opened it.

"The most recent record is... yes, on September 41th, the second victim was Jenny Charlister, a -year-old woman living alone. Her body was found in the Whitechapel area, in an open space next to St. Mary's Church. There were two rings of different sizes left at the crime scene."

"Jack the Ripper caused a panic in London. He caused unprecedented social unrest. I am sure that he has a connection with Professor Moriarty... That's it."

Serabelle's fingertips moved to the end of the last line of words and stopped.

"So we have to go find Professor Moriarty first?"

"Magic... Professor of Duck?" Fat Little Jiang Shou started to ask again, "Who is that?"

"It's Professor Moriarty. He is the ultimate villain in Sherlock Holmes' novels and Holmes's archenemy. He controls the dark forces on the streets of London and can be said to be the Napoleon of the criminal world."

Conan, a loyal fan of Sherlock Holmes, has started to popularize science again.

"In the final scene, he and Holmes both fell down the waterfall. At that time, Holmes said a very classic sentence, which was - if I can definitely destroy you, I am happy to face death for the public interest."

"…It's amazing, but it sounds a bit complicated."

Creamy Fatty nodded blankly.

Serabelle closed the book and said, "To translate it, if a one-for-one trade is a win, then I'll fight you now."

"Oh! Now I understand completely!"

Creamy Little Fatty slapped his thigh and immediately showed a look of joy.

Conan rolled his eyes and didn't bother to pay attention to this guy who was tirelessly misleading students and destroying others. He stroked his chin and said, "However, Professor Moriarty usually doesn't show up. We still have to start with the people related to him."

Serabelle held her forehead in silence: "Why do we have to find another person before we can find the person we are looking for now? It feels like we are playing a game designed by a French company... Forget it, tell me, who should we find first?"

"Colonel Shebas Chamonlang."

Conan smiled slightly.

"Colonel Monlang often hangs out at the poker club in the city center. We can find him there."

"But Colonel Meng Lang will not give out the position of his master casually."

Serabelle tapped the table twice with her knuckles, then stood up, walked past the people gathered around the table, came to the bookshelf, and put the book "Study on Jack the Ripper" back on the shelf.

Then he turned around and shrugged.

"Anyway, you guys go down first, I'll do some preparations."

Chapter 338 I’m in a hurry, so come on together

It was said to be preparation work, but in fact Conan and others only waited downstairs for two minutes before they saw Serabell walking down from upstairs slowly in her coat, with one hand in her pocket and a cane in the other hand.

hey hey...

Conan's eyes suddenly widened.

A hat, coat and a cane were almost a must-have for British gentlemen of that era. Even this retro style has continued to the present day and is still the mainstream.

But the problem is...it doesn't seem like you have it with you when you enter the game!

"Why did you bring this outfit to Mao?"

As soon as Serabelle came out of the door, Conan immediately came up to her and asked in a low voice.

As a good boy who grew up in the new era, even in the game he still has some psychological resistance to Mao Renfeng's behavior.

"It's just a temporary loan. Besides, this is a game. It's impossible for Holmes to find that his things are missing after returning from Dartmoor and directly cross the dimension and rush out of the network cable to attack me, right?"

Serabelle looked nonchalant.

"Besides, the person we are going to meet next is Colonel Monlang. As the second most dangerous person in London, do you plan to deal with him purely by talking without any handy weapons?"

"Even if you say so..."

Conan glanced at the cane in the guy's hand, then turned his eyes to the coat on him.

What I want to express is - I can understand that the cane is your handy weapon, but what about clothes?

"Oh, if you say that..."

Serabelle understood his look and moved her left hand slightly in her coat pocket.

Although it was very slight, Conan still heard the sound as if metal parts were being moved.

Especially from the shape protruding from under the clothes, it looks like a large-caliber revolver.

Hiss~this guy!