Ke Xue: Xiaolan delivers goods to your door at the beginning

"Although textbooks always say that the last century was the last era of peace and prosperity for the British Empire, that was not the case in reality. It was an era of wickedness and rampant street robbery. Going out at night was a death wish."

“Well said, so what should we do next?” Hattori Heiji scratched his head.

"Let's go find Sherlock Holmes first."

Lin Xiaofeng didn't want to participate in the discussion and walked forward on his own.

Heiji Hattori quickly stopped him: "Wait, wait! Holmes should live on Baker Street, right? Do you know where Baker Street is?"

"I know, that's the way."

Lin Xiaofeng pointed to a direction about forty degrees west of north.

"We are currently in the Whitechapel district. It will take about an hour and a half to walk to Baker Street."

With Lin Xiaofeng as their guide, Conan, Heiji Hattori, and the others' journey became much easier.

In addition, they didn't see a single passerby along the way, as if they were wandering alone in a dead city. After walking for a while, everyone's mood gradually relaxed.

Only Jiang Shouhuang remained somewhat uneasy.

"I still feel like this dungeon is too difficult for us. We're really bad at puzzles."

"And the opponent we'll be facing is Jack the Ripper."

Kikukawa Seiichiro, the son of a Kyogen master and a nobleman version of Mitsuhiko, who looked a little timid, also chimed in.

"Historically, it seems the police never managed to catch him in the end, even with just a few of us..."

"That's why we're going to Baker Street to find Sherlock Holmes."

Hattori Heiji curled his lips and said.

He couldn't stand how timid and hesitant these kids had been from the very beginning, even though they had just been brazenly telling him not to hold him back.

“Sherlock Holmes? But he’s not a fictional character from a novel…” Kikukawa Seiichiro asked, puzzled.

"He is indeed a character from a novel, but the plot of this instance was handled by Kudo's father, so there must be Sherlock Holmes in the game world," Hattori Heiji patiently explained.

"Kudo's father? Who's that?" Jiang Shouhuang remained bewildered.

"It must be the famous mystery novelist, Yusaku Kudo."

It seems that among the three children, Kikukawa Seiichiro is the only one who has read more books.

"It would be impossible for a group of mystery writers to write a play based on a 100-year-old London drama without including the character of Sherlock Holmes."

"So that means if we can find Sherlock Holmes, we can get him to lead us to catch Jack the Ripper and clear the game?"

That's roughly it.

"Great, let's hurry over to Baker!"

Eeyore!!!

Before he could finish speaking, a terrified scream suddenly rang out from a nearby alley, shattering the tranquility of the night.

465. Jack the Ripper: Chicken Flying and Eggs Falling

"What's going on!?" Hattori Heiji turned his head sharply at the sound of the voice.

"It must be Jack the Ripper!" Conan shouted.

Before Lin Xiaofeng could say a word, he rushed into the alley while the two were still comparing answers.

Arriving at the alley entrance as quickly as possible, they saw a masked, cloaked figure kneeling on the ground in the dim, dark alleyway, illuminated only by the pale moonlight filtering through the clouds. A dagger gleamed coldly in his hand was raised high.

Beneath him was a woman who had already lost consciousness.

"stop!".

While shouting to intimidate the enemy, Conan crouched down, turned the knob on his shoe, and kicked a tin can lying on the ground nearby, seemingly trying to stop the attack with a ranged attack.

But perhaps he overestimated his fighting ability, because the can that was kicked only flew three or four meters before falling down, and the force of the impact made his foot hurt terribly.

On the other side, Lin Xiaofeng, who had taken the lead, rushed towards Jack the Ripper like a whirlwind, his five fingers together in a piercing motion, about to stab at the latter's carotid artery.

But this seemingly incredibly fierce attack was blocked.

Jack the Ripper reacted extremely quickly.

He reacted the moment before the attack came, jumping up as fast as he could and grabbing Lin Xiaofeng's wrist in mid-air, twisting it to the side. Then, as soon as he landed, he lightly touched the ground with his toes and stepped forward again, wielding his short dagger to slash at the boy's throat. The sharp blade cut through the air with a piercing whistle.

There is a high wall between unarmed and armed.

No matter how brave Lin Xiaofeng was, he couldn't possibly withstand the thrust of a cold weapon with his unprotected flesh and blood. He could only lean back to avoid the fatal blow while transferring the momentum to his legs.

Then--

boom!

Like the sound of a karate master's whip kick landing solidly on a sandbag, Jack the Ripper, who took the hit squarely, was jolted upwards. He landed heavily and stumbled back several steps, his fingers twitching uncontrollably, and he even loosened his grip on Lin Xiaofeng's wrist.

Then, without looking back, he ran into the twilight, his cloak billowing as he walked with a slight limp.

"Are you alright?!"

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

"fine."

Lin Xiaofeng moved his wrist and could clearly feel that the place where Jack the Ripper had pinched him was still a little sore.

"I originally wanted to take him down directly, but it seems I was overthinking it. This guy... is a bit difficult to kill."

Lin Qing Xiaofeng felt a sense of wonder: the game's world limit restricted his strength, otherwise he should have no problem directly killing Jack the Ripper.

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

Lin Xiaofeng continued, "We just had a brief exchange and I got three useful pieces of information. First, he is very strong. Second, he is not heavy; he might even be lighter than Hattori. He is probably a slender person, about the same size as me. Third, Jack the Ripper is a man."

"I can let the first two go, but how did you know about the third one...?"

Hattori Heiji was very upset.

To be honest, you can sense the first two things through a fight, but the third piece of information... did you perhaps sneak a moment to touch him there?

This was a reasonable question, but Lin Xiaofeng's answer was also quite simple and blunt.

He tapped the ground with the toe of his right foot: "To be honest, my last kick just now blew his balls off. He should be a eunuch now."

"..."

Upon hearing this, not only Conan and Heiji Hattori, but also the three little guys behind them fell into an eerie silence.

That's too ruthless to kick someone so hard that their chickens and eggs fly apart!

"But this is indeed valuable intelligence."

Conan glanced at the alley entrance. Apparently, due to the scream earlier, a few people on the street had finally rushed over. However, they were probably from the London Metropolitan Police, and they were shouting something like "Jack the Ripper has reappeared" in English.

"Let's get out of here first. The most important thing is to get to Baker Street and find Holmes."

"……makes sense."

So the group quickly left the alley before the police found them.

An hour and a half later, at 221 Baker Street, a blonde elderly woman came out after the door knocker was rung.

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

What? Not home?

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

This is an office consisting of a floor-to-ceiling bookcase, two sofa chairs for receiving guests, and a workspace filled with various chemical experimental equipment.

The lights inside the house were significantly brighter than the streetlights outside. Although the room was quite cluttered, the warm lighting gave it an unexpectedly harmonious feel.

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

Hideki Moroboshi moved to the corner of the bookshelf, giving himself enough space to move around.

He was the first to enter the room.

The office isn't very large. It's spacious enough for one person and comfortable enough for two, but it gets a bit crowded if three, four, or even six people come in together.

Especially if the people who enter first block the center of the room and don't move in, the people who come after them won't be able to get in at all.

“Oh, that one, she probably confused us with the Baker Street Guerrilla.” Conan explained, looking around the office. “They’re a group of kids hired by Sherlock Holmes to infiltrate places adults can’t get into to gather intelligence.”

"None of that matters anymore, the question is, what should we do now?"

Lin Xiaofeng stood with his hands in his pockets and his back against the door frame.

"According to what Mrs. Hudson just said, Holmes and Watson are both out now. What do we need to do to trigger the plot where they return?"

“No, there shouldn’t be such a thing.” Conan paused. “I just asked Mrs. Hudson. In the game’s setting, today is September 30th. And if they went to Dartmore, then it can only be the Hound of the Baskervilles incident. According to the plot, they won’t be back for at least a week.”

"That means we can only rely on ourselves."

As Lin Xiaofeng spoke, he turned around and walked towards the bookshelf, starting to copy down the hard-cover books one by one.

However, he didn't intend to read them; he merely glanced at the names on the covers and put them back.

"What...what are you doing?" Hattori Heiji asked, puzzled.

"Of course, we're looking for clues." Lin Xiaofeng said without turning his head. "Since the game allows us to enter Holmes's residence, it can't be as simple as just having a cup of milk tea. Moreover, a detective like Holmes must have information and speculations about Jack the Ripper."

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

Hattori Heiji walked over and began to help search for information.

However, this motivation only lasted until he saw the name of the first hardcover notebook.

"Wait, wait a minute, why is everything in English here?!"

Heiji Hattori was dumbfounded after just one glance.

"It's okay, you don't need to understand it completely. Just give me any cover that has the word 'JACK' on it." Lin Xiaofeng calmly looked down and flipped through the pages. "I can understand it."

"Oh, Lin Xiaofeng, you're really something." Hattori Heiji was taken aback; Lin Xiaofeng was indeed reliable.

"……found it!"

After the six of them had been searching for about five or six minutes, Conan finally found a hardcover copy on the bookshelf with the words "An analysis of Jack the Rpp!" written on it in English.

The translation is "Research on Jack the Ripper".

"This is the one!"

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

"The most recent record is... yes, September 8th, the second victim was Jenny Charlister, a 41-year-old woman living alone. Her body was found in the Whitechapel area, in an open area next to St. Mary's Church. Two rings of different sizes were left at the crime scene."

"Jack the Ripper, who plunged London into extreme panic, is, in my opinion, connected to Professor Moriarty, given the unprecedented social unrest he caused... That's all."

· ······Requesting flowers· ····

Lin Xiaofeng's fingertip moved to the end of the last line of text and stopped.

"So, we need to go find Professor Moriarty first?"

"Magic... Professor Duck?" Little Fatty Jiang Shou started asking questions again. "Who is that?"

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

Conan, a die-hard Sherlock Holmes fan, is at it again, giving a science lesson.

"In the end, he and Holmes fell down the waterfall together. At that time, Holmes said a very classic line, which was, 'If it can certainly destroy you, I am happy to accept death for the public good.'"

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

Little Fatty nodded blankly.

Lin Xiaofeng closed the book: "To put it another way, if exchanging one for one is profitable, then I'll expose you right now."

"Oh! I understand completely now!"

Little Fatty slapped his thigh and his face lit up with joy.

Conan rolled his eyes, too lazy to pay attention to this guy who was so good at misleading and ruining people, and stroked his chin, saying, "However, Professor Moriarty usually doesn't show up, so we have to start by looking for people related to him."

Lin Xiaofeng sighed and rubbed his forehead: "Why do we have to find someone else first before we can find the person we're looking for? It feels like we're playing a game designed by some French company... Anyway, tell me, who do we need to find first?"

... 0th

"Colonel Shebas Chamonran."