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

Conan smiled slightly.

"Colonel Monlang frequents the poker club in the city center; we can find him there."

"However, Colonel Meng Lang would not casually reveal his master's position."

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

Then, Lin Xiaofeng found a gun in a drawer and a black umbrella on a shelf.

"A revolver and a black umbrella, the standard equipment of Sherlock Holmes."

Conan and Heiji Hattori saw Lin Xiaofeng steal Holmes's equipment: "Lin Xiaofeng, how dare you steal Holmes's things?"

"Hey! What do you mean by stealing? We're playing a game right now, this is called taking, understand?"

Lin Xiaofeng took it openly and honestly!

Next, under Lin Xiaofeng's precise navigation, the group of six soon arrived at the center of London a century ago.

Compared to Whitechapel and Baker Street, the city center is much more lively at night. Gentlemen dressed like Lin Xiaofeng and leaning on canes can be seen everywhere on the streets, some with elegantly dressed young women by their side. Horse-drawn carriages come and go on the cobblestone streets.

Under the dim streetlights on both sides of the street, a two-story building with lights on in the windows stands at the intersection, with a sign hanging in front of it that reads TRUMPCLUB in large English letters, which means poker club.

"Looks like this is the place."

Lin Xiaofeng glanced at the others behind him.

"Then Hattori, Conan, and I will go in together. Keep your voices down when you go in, and don't make any noise."

"What about us?"

Hideki Moroboshi was clearly dissatisfied, feeling as if the three of them were being excluded.

"You guys are responsible for keeping watch outside," Lin Xiaofeng said. "If there's any disturbance, come in and tell us immediately, or if you hear us making a big commotion inside, come in and help us out immediately."

Of course, the second half of the sentence mentions support only to make the words sound better.

However, it's enough to fool the three rich people's foolish sons.

"Okay, then it's decided!"

"Very well, let's go."

With a slight nod, Lin Xiaofeng led Conan and Hattori Heiji through the door.

The lobby on the first floor of the club was filled with the smell of red wine and cigarettes.

Although this is a poker club, it also offers all the services a pub should have, including providing gambling equipment.

So, while this place appears to be a card and board game entertainment center, it is actually a gathering place for London's mafia gangs.

466. The gentle and refined Professor Moriarty

"Draw a card."

A man with a mustache and a cunning look threw a gold coin on the table.

Upon hearing this, the dealer next to him immediately took the top card from his hand and threw it to him while it was on the table.

The cunning man took the newly drawn cards into his hand, combined them with his other cards, glanced at them, and smiled with satisfaction as if victory was in his grasp.

The monkey that had been squatting on the railing behind him, eating some unknown small fruit, seemed to have also seen the cards in the man's hand. It grabbed a few fruits from the plate in front of it and stuffed them into its mouth.

"and."

Next to speak was a middle-aged man with silver hair, about forty or fifty years old, sitting opposite the cunning man. He was strong and upright, and although there were some wrinkles at the corners of his eyes due to his age, they could not diminish the fierce glint that occasionally flashed in his eyes.

Colonel Shebas Chamonran.

He glanced discreetly at the monkey eating fruit behind the cunning man, then tossed a gold coin into the betting pool.

"That guy Meng Lang is cheating."

In the shadows near the back door of the hall, Conan stood on tiptoe, his gaze passing over the low wall and over the railing as he looked toward the gambling table.

"How did you get it?"

Lin Xiaofeng crouched down beside him and lowered his voice as well. Together with Hattori Heiji, the three of them hid under the low wall leading from the hall to the back door.

“It’s that monkey,” Conan said. “The monkey eats a certain number of fruits depending on what cards the man gets, and Colonel Monroe decides whether to follow based on the information the monkey gives him.”

"Oh?"

As expected, the cunning man revealed his cards the next second, with a row of 2, 3, 4, 5, and 6 laid out on the table. 2 and 5 were hearts, 3 and 6 were spades, and 4 was clubs.

"Shunzi!"

Seemingly convinced that he had already won, the cunning man revealed a mocking smile on his face.

But the smile on his face froze the very next second after he said "310".

"Sorry, same suit."

Colonel Meng Lang sneered, arrogantly raised his face, and threw his hand cards on the table. They were all red diamonds: A578J.

"Nani!?"

The cunning man was utterly stunned. He clenched his fists and pressed them on the table, leaning his whole body slightly forward, as if trying his best to discern something fishy from the cards.

However, Colonel Meng Lang just laughed and gathered all the gold coins on the table in front of him.

"Haha, looks like I'm having some good luck tonight..."

boom!

Before he could finish speaking, a revolver shot, sounding like a cannonball, rang out in the hall.

All the laughter and chatter at the dinner table were completely still. Only the record player on the table was still working diligently, playing melodious saxophone music to tell everyone that the world was still running normally and had not stopped.

Colonel Meng Lang's smile froze on his face before it could fully bloom, his blue-gray eyes reflecting the slightly trembling tongue of the cunning man opposite him.

As for why it's the root of the tongue rather than the face, it's because he no longer has a face.

The entire part from the jawbone upwards was shattered by the force of the bullet, leaving only half of the mouth fixed to the neck, with wisps of hot steam rising from the clearly visible throat.

The boy holding the revolver gracefully descended the steps from the back door, standing before everyone. His voice was calm and understated. "Sorry, I'm in a bit of a rush, so please come along with me."

……

"...So boring~"

Outside the poker club, Jiang Shouhuang, who was assigned a lookout mission and could not go in to join the adventure, could only squat by the roadside and sighed helplessly as he gazed at the streetlights across the street.

It's only natural that you'd find it boring.

Even though everyone chose the London instance together, almost everything from the start of the game has been done by Lin Xiaofeng and Conan, with even Hattori Heiji barely contributing.

The three of them were an even greater burden; they did absolutely nothing, merely watching and observing.

To put it bluntly, they're pretty much like NPCs who just walk by on the street and don't even have any lines.

Anyone who enjoys playing games knows that, aside from highly competitive players obsessed with ranking up, nothing is more boring for normal players than being carried by others throughout the entire game.

To put it bluntly, it means there's absolutely no sense of participation.

"They've been inside for so long, why don't we go in and take a look?" Little Fatty's mind started to wander.

"Um--"

Hideki Moroboshi stroked his chin, pondering without speaking immediately.

He was actually somewhat tempted, after all, who wouldn't want to be fully immersed in a game instead of being relegated to menial tasks like this?

Kikukawa Seiichiro, who played the nobleman version of Mitsuhiko, hesitated somewhat.

"Isn't this a bit much? That guy from London just told us to keep watch outside. If we go in too, we won't know what might happen outside, and if we lose the game because of it, wouldn't everyone have to..."

"Um--"

Hideki Moroboshi continued to ponder, his brows furrowing slightly.

He certainly wanted to go in and join the adventure, but he didn't want to cause the game to be lost because of him, since it involved fifty lives.

Ugh, this is so frustrating...

boom!

Just as the three people on the roadside were hesitating, a deafening gunshot rang out from inside the poker club. The huge noise made all the pedestrians on the city center street pause, and the bustling street instantly fell into an eerie silence.

"It's...it's a shooting!!!"

Suddenly, someone in the group shouted something, and then a pedestrian who was the first to react turned around and ran away as if fleeing for his life.

This shout and the run were like lighting the fuse of an explosive device, and in an instant, the entire city center erupted in riots.

"Run away!!!"

"Killed!!!"

"It's Jack the Ripper!!!"

The orderly scene was ruthlessly shattered, and everyone on the street was shouting strange words as they frantically fled in the direction away from the gunfire, as if the end of the world had come.

Akira Emori and Seiichiro Kikukawa were also a little flustered, but Hideki Moroboshi remained relatively calm.

He patted his two friends on the shoulder.

"Remember that guy from London who said if anything big happened inside, we'd go in and help immediately? Let's go!"

"Oh, oh!"

The distance from outside the door to inside the hall is not long.

However, by the time the three twelve-year-old boys entered the club, the battle in the lobby had already ended.

The scene was quite... tragic.

The polite bartender, dressed in a waiter's vest, was so frightened that he hunched over and hid under the bar, too afraid to come out.

The club was littered with the corpses of gang members.

Jiang Shouhuang and Kikukawa Seiichiro, two children who had been pampered since childhood, had never seen anything like this before. They bent over, covered their mouths, and turned their faces away after just one glance.

Even the most composed Hideki Moroboshi turned pale.

"Hey! Tell me honestly where Professor Moriarty is! You bastard!"

In order to deliberately portray himself as vicious, Hattori Heiji threatened Colonel Monroe, who was still alive.

"ridiculous!"

Colonel Meng Lang gave a disdainful sneer, then simply shut his mouth.

Despite the overwhelmingly unfavorable situation he was in, Colonel Meng Lang did not back down.

Or rather, if it weren't for that, he wouldn't have become known as the second most dangerous person in London.

Bah!

The next moment, the sound of shattering glass exploded above Colonel Meng Lang's head, and a large amount of orange-brown liquor mixed with broken glass poured down on him, along with dark red blood.

Lin Xiaofeng threw away the rum bottle that was now only missing its neck, delivered a knee strike to Colonel Meng Lang, who was tumbling to the ground, and stepped on his face.

"It seems Colonel Meng Lang is not easy to talk to."

He then reached over and took a brand new, unopened bottle of red wine from the banquet table near the head seat.

"If you don't speak properly, next time this bottle of red wine might be smashed on your head. Have you thought it through?"

Just as Hideki Moroboshi and the others were still shocked by Lin Xiaofeng's seemingly gentle demeanor but ruthless nature when he took action, the latter made a move that caught them all off guard.

He actually switched to a bottle of red wine as a weapon to attack Colonel Monlang, and used it to threaten him.

No, what kind of logic is that?

Does that mean a wine bottle hurts more when it hits someone on the head than a rum bottle?

Colonel Meng Lang, who had been stubbornly gritting his teeth and remaining silent just a second ago, suddenly changed his expression when he saw Lin Xiaofeng pick up the wine bottle. As if his soft spot had been grabbed, his eyes widened and he began to breathe rapidly through his nostrils.

"You guy...!"

"Huh? Colonel Meng Lang seems to be in a bit of a hurry?"

Little Fatty Jiang Shouhuang keenly noticed this and muttered to himself.

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

Heiji Hattori smiled slightly and turned to look at Conan, who hadn't participated in the battle at the back door.