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"Hey! Tell us where Professor Moriarty is, you bastard!"

In order to deliberately play a vicious role, Hattori Heiji even used the tongue-rolling sound unique to Japanese gangsters.

"ridiculous!"

Colonel Menglang sneered disdainfully and then simply kept silent.

Although the current situation was overwhelmingly unfavorable to him, Colonel Monlang still did not give in.

Or if not for this, he would not have become the so-called second most dangerous person in London.

Bah!

The next moment, the sound of glass breaking exploded above Colonel Menglang's head, and a large amount of orange-brown wine mixed with broken glass poured down on his head, mixed with dark red blood.

Serabelle threw away the bottle of rum in her hand, which had just been taken a sip but now only had a bottleneck left, and kneed Colonel Monlang, who had fallen to the ground, and stepped on his face.

"It seems that Colonel Menglang is not easy to talk to."

Then he stretched out his arm and took a brand new, unopened bottle of red wine from the banquet table near the main seat.

"If you don't speak properly, the next time it will be this bottle of red wine that will hit you on the head. Have you thought it through?"

Chapter 340 Similar People

Just when Hideki Moroboshi and others were still shocked that Serabelle seemed quiet on the surface but was so ruthless when she started fighting, the latter did something that none of them expected.

He actually replaced the weapon with a bottle of red wine and used it to threaten Colonel Montran.

No, what kind of logic is this?

Does it mean that a bottle of red wine hitting someone on the head hurts more than a bottle of rum?

That doesn't make sense...

What's more, the red wine bottle is a cylinder, while the rum bottle is square with corners. It not only has a 1.5 times critical edge, but also a 2.0 times critical angle. No matter how you look at it, it hurts much more than a red wine bottle hitting your head.

What threat could this pose?

However, the facts were quite different from what they expected.

Colonel Menglang, who had been gritting his teeth and keeping silent the previous second, suddenly changed his expression when he saw Serabelle picking up the bottle of red wine. It was as if his soft spot had been pinched. His eyes suddenly widened and he breathed rapidly through his nostrils.

"You guy...!"

"Huh? Colonel Monlang seems a little anxious?"

The chubby little Jiang Shouhuang noticed this keenly and muttered softly.

"It's normal for him to be anxious."

Hattori Heiji smiled slightly and turned to look at Conan who was standing at the back door and did not participate in the battle at all.

"Right, Kudo?"

"Ah, that's right."

Conan walked down the stairs step by step from the shadows with his hands in his pockets.

"We noticed from the moment we entered the room that there was always an unopened bottle of red wine next to the main seat at the banquet table. This meant that they were waiting for someone. And there was only one person who could make Colonel Monlang willingly take the second seat and wait patiently."

"Professor Moriarty."

Serabelle gave the final answer.

"What's being held here tonight is actually a gathering of London's underground forces. As the person who controls all of this, Professor Moriarty himself will also be present. It means that we just need to wait here."

"...Then what did you mean by hitting his wine bottle just now?"

Hideki Moroboshi suddenly recalled the wine bottle that Serabelle had pointed at Colonel Monlang's forehead half a minute ago.

Logically speaking, you already know that Professor Moriarty will definitely come here tonight, so why are you still interrogating him?

Serabelle shrugged. "Oh, that's just a habit. I just do it easily. Otherwise I always feel like something is missing."

"..."

What does it mean to get used to it and do it just for fun?

Did you use to hack people and hit them on the head with wine bottles in places like this every day?

Hideki Moroboshi couldn't help but complain in his heart.

squeak--

Just when everyone thought that a long wait was about to begin, the sound of door hinges turning was heard from the back door they had entered earlier.

Following the sound, I saw the wooden door being pushed open from the outside. An old coachman with silver hair and wearing a windbreaker appeared at the door. His hat brim covered most of his face with his head bowed and bent, making it difficult to see the expression on his face clearly.

"Lord Moriarty is outside. Please follow me."

"Excuse me..."

Serabelle raised the red wine in her hand, picked up the cane leaning against the table and was about to follow towards the door.

At this time, Colonel Menglang, with blood still flowing from his head, ignored the stick in front of him and struggled to get up from the ground.

"Please wait a moment!"

"Ok?"

The old coachman, who was about to turn around and leave when he saw Serabelle following him, stopped, turned his head with a hunched body, and glanced over his right shoulder, with a cold light flashing in his eyes.

"Are you trying to go against the will of Lord Moriarty?"

"No, I...don't dare..."

It seemed that the name Moriarty had a deterrent effect. Colonel Monlang's body shook and he unconsciously took a half step back. The weapon he had raised in the air also fell down and he no longer tried to stop him.

Just like that, the six of them left the poker club, which was in a mess and looked like a picture scroll from hell, through the back door.

When I arrived outside the back door, the desolate moonlight shone on the stone-paved road. Next to the deserted street, a high-end carriage was quietly parked on the side of the road. Sitting in the carriage was an old man who was also wearing a black windbreaker and whose appearance was difficult to identify.

"Lord Moriarty, I have brought the person here."

The driver came to the carriage, bowed and whispered.

"Hmm... So it's you who wanted to see me."

Professor Moriarty sat in the car, motionless, like a sculpture.

"In that case, give me my wine first."

This is the moment to hand over the task props to the NPC. Normally, most players will not think too much about it. When they see the golden question mark light up above their heads, that's it.

But Serabelle refused.

"Well, don't be so impatient. Just now I suddenly thought of something. Professor, your driver hasn't gotten on the carriage yet, and you are sitting alone in the carriage. If I hit the horse's butt with a stick at this moment, will your panicked horse drag you across most of London and finally take you, the most dangerous person in London, away in an accidental car accident tonight?"

"..."

"..."

You are really amazing!

At this moment, not only Conan and Hattori Heiji, but even the other three little ones were stunned.

To be honest, this is probably the first person in history who dares to speak to the most dangerous man in London like this.

But thinking back on what just happened in the club, I may have to admit... this guy is more dangerous.

"But I don't think so."

Serabelle curled the corners of her mouth slightly.

"After all, the one sitting in the car is the driver, and the one standing next to us is the real professor, isn't it?"

……Eh?

"What do you mean?"

The driver seemed to smile, his face hidden by the brim of his hat.

"It's pointless to keep pretending at this point." Serabelle tapped the ground twice with her cane. "Colonel Monlang used the word 'please' when he spoke just now. Normally, would the second most dangerous person in London use honorifics to address a coachman?"

"Haha, I was actually seen through..."

The driver's shoulders shrugged twice, then he stood up and took off his hat, revealing an old face full of sinister and vicious looks.

None other than Professor Moriarty himself.

The driver sitting in the carriage stopped acting, took off his gentleman's hat and put it next to the seat, got out of the carriage and bowed to everyone, then took the bottle of red wine from Serabel and put it in the back of the carriage.

The driver returned to the car and sat in the driver's seat. For a moment, only Professor Moriarty, Serabell and others were left on the roadside.

Professor Moriarty put his hands behind his back and straightened his back. "Well, as a reward for recognizing my true identity, I will listen to your requests."

"What we have to do is simple, find Jack the Ripper," said Serabelle.

"Oh?"

A meaningful arc appeared on Professor Moriarty's old and sinister face.

He did not reply immediately, but stared at the young man in front of him for a while and snorted softly.

"It looks like it, it really looks like it."

Chapter 341 Colonel Meng Lang: cmn!

"Okay, stop playing charades."

Serabelle made an international friendly gesture.

"Anyway, let's talk about Jack the Ripper first, or what information can you provide, Professor?"

Ok……

Not paying attention to the disrespectful attitude of the young man in front of him, Professor Moriarty looked slightly into the distance, a look of reminiscence revealed on his old face.

"Jack the Ripper was a street kid I picked up in the slums. He was just a teenager at the time. Although he was a street kid abandoned by his mother and wandering the streets, I could see his talent right away."

"That's the talent of a criminal."

豁~

Serabelle kept her expression impassive.

Professor Moriarty continued: "So I trained him to be a first-class killer and let him work for me."

"But why did he kill innocent women?" Hattori Heiji was puzzled.

It was reasonable for him to ask this question. After all, even if he was trained to be a cold-blooded killer by Professor Moriarty, he should only kill the targets instructed by the professor.

In other words, it would have been reasonable for Jack the Ripper to have killed Sherlock Holmes, but the fact is that all the people he killed were women who had no connection with him in any way.

It's not necessarily that this was a suggestion from Professor Moriarty, or does this professor really have such a strong taste?

"That's because Jack the Ripper became a murderer beyond my imagination, and this series of cases were all caused by the child losing control."

Professor Moriarty kept smiling.

"But since you want to deal with Jack the Ripper, I will help you."

assist!?

Hattori Heiji and Conan were surprised.

They never thought that such words would come from Professor Moriarty's mouth. You know, this is the ultimate super villain in the novel.

What's more, is it reasonable to assist these detectives, who should be considered enemies, to deal with the killers they trained?

"Well, there's no need for you to be so suspicious."

Professor Moriarty raised his head slightly, and the cold light that occasionally flashed in his eyes showed his heroic nature. "I said, Jack the Ripper has begun to lose control. It is not appropriate to keep a gun that may go off at any time. Moreover, if I continue to let him go like this, it will bring me greater trouble sooner or later. It is better to deal with him as soon as possible."

So that's it. Both parties wanted to get rid of Jack the Ripper, which means this was a deal.

A win-win deal.

Is it possible that he would be willing to eliminate the killer he has trained for many years just for the sake of himself and his criminal empire?

Conan and Hattori Heiji were still secretly surprised at the cruelty of Professor Moriarty, but Serabelle had already moved on to the next topic.

"So, since Jack the Ripper has begun to lose control, then with his intelligence and his understanding of you, Professor, he should know that it is only a matter of time before he is eliminated. I just don't know when that time will come."