Conan’s Toast Does Not Eat Fine Wine

Conan has no money.

Just now, he and Maori Lanhua paid 20,000 yen and took a round trip with the train.

Jack the Ripper did not catch it, but wasted twenty thousand yen.

Back in London, Conan saw Amuro Tou who had been waiting next to the station.

Before the game was over after such a long time, Toru Amuro realized that Conan and the others had failed. At this time, the time on Big Ben shows that, except for them in this world, the players of other games have been eliminated.

If you don't want to clear the level as soon as possible, the end result may be that everyone is trapped in the game forever, or...death.

"Anyway, let's find a place to rest first." The long run made Maurilan look tired, and she realized that playing games is really tiring.

"Then go to my place." Amuro Tou naturally took the character into his voice and said.

So they walked slowly towards Baker Street.

The time in the game is different from the real world, and Conan realized that the night here should be very short. However, because Big Ben has lost the function of telling the time, their mobile phones are unusable, and even the watches are messy, so no one knows the exact time now.

As I walked, the horizon turned white.

At this time they were still a long way from Baker Street.

Standing at the farthest location from Amurotou, Hui Yuan Ai sighed silently: "After I go out, I will suggest planning to add a game map, which can be directly transmitted."

"Yeah." Conan nodded in agreement, "For children, the amount of exercise in this game is really too much."

Dad didn't know what to think, so pulling the plot line so long meant to drain the player's interest in one go?

At this time, Yusaku Kudo outside the game said he was innocent.

According to the plot of the game design, the identity of Jack the Ripper on the train should have been revealed. His son deserves to be his son. The steps to solve the case and the reasoning process are exactly the same as he had imagined, and he doesn't even need a special NPC to provide clues.

However, the final result was beyond Kudo's expectations.

Jack the Ripper was not on the train, so where did he go?

It's a pity that people outside can only see the player's perspective, and they have no way of knowing what happened to the game world.

"The newspaper is sold! The newspaper is sold!" A child in plain clothes passed by Conan, "The genius mathematician passed away! The newspaper is sold!"

"Wait!" Conan stopped the newspaper seller, "I want a newspaper."

He wasn't sure if he had just heard it wrong, who died?

"Eighty yen!"

Conan drew out his pocket and prepared to give money, but he suddenly remembered that the 20,000 yen last night was all the cash he and Maori Ran had put together.

Conan looked at Toru Amuro with some embarrassment and had to succumb to his fate: "Brother Amuro, can you lend me eighty yen?"

Amuro raised his eyebrows: "Of course you can."

He immediately took out the money to pay the bill, and took over today's latest "Times" from the newsboy.

At the end of the nineteenth century, The Times has already taken on the prototype of a modern newspaper. The front page is no longer an advertisement for luxury goods for a few audiences, but news that has attracted much attention recently.

Today’s front page headline is...

Amuro was stunned for a moment, and his eyes widened in disbelief: "!!!"

"What's the matter with you, Mr. Amuro?" Conan hurriedly leaned forward. When he read the contents of the newspaper, he was also at a loss. "How come?"

I saw a black and white headline in the newspaper: The genius mathematician William James Moriarty died of illness, or a funeral was held today in Westminster Abbey

"Mr. Asano and Asano passed away?" Mao Lilan was dazed, obviously without reacting.

Ai Harabara was much calmer than them. She thought for a while and said: "Probably Mr. Asano was injured in the game, so he was judged to be eliminated by the game, then the Professor Moriarty he played naturally died."

"Asano-san was right." Conan breathed a sigh of relief, "I think this should be the case, but I didn't expect that Asano would be eliminated so early. I don't know if his elimination has anything to do with our actions last night."

Tou Amuro felt that he was nervous a little abnormally. His heartbeat had been beating violently since he learned of Moriarty's death, and the anxiety in his heart became stronger.

This game was too uncontrollable, and he was worried that it was not Moriarty who had the problem, but Asano Nobuhiro. Toru Amuro couldn't even imagine the death of Asano Nobuhiro.

Conan gave everyone a good analysis, and then said: "In short, Jack the Ripper was discovered and cultivated by Professor Moriarty. Maybe we can find his clues at the professor's funeral."

They quickly agreed on a new battle plan.

As only Amito had a small amount of cash on them, they could only afford a child mourning gown. Coupled with the black gown in Holmes' closet, only two of them could get into the funeral of Professor Moriarty.

The children gave this place to Conan because they all believed that Conan could save the world-the world in the game.

"Come on, Edogawa." Haibara sighed to him indifferently, "This may be your only chance to win the MVP in the game."

Conan was stunned: "What is the MVP?"

"MostValuable was originally used in the NBA, but now it can also be used in games. My brother told me."

Conan: "..."

Thank you so much!

Mao Lilan laughed: "Xiao Ai and Mr. Asano have a very good relationship."

"Well, so I don't want to attend his funeral." When saying this, the disgust on Hui Yuan's sad face was about to overflow.

Amuro glanced at her and said nothing.

Conan was holding a not-so-good quality but solemn dress, and suddenly asked Toru Amuro: "Speaking of the salary of Lu Feng's music classroom is obviously very high~www.readwn.com~Why does Brother Anshi not have as much cash on me and sister Xiaolan? what?"

Toru Amuro: "...This question waits until Westminster Abbey, maybe you can ask it yourself."

Conan shuddered: "Well, then forget it."

He already knows the answer.

And if Mr. Asano didn't answer at the funeral, he would be asking for nothing. If he answered...hehe, he might think he was playing a horror game.

Amuro Tou kicked his hands in his pockets, feeling his poverty, and the smile on the corner of his mouth gradually became dangerous.

Now that he has been asked to play Holmes, don't copy his empty wallet too!

Originally, he hadn't felt anything about the deduction of wages, but he didn't expect that one day he would be upset about the money.

Really hate less when money is used!

Friends like Nobuhiro Asano will poke you twice when they are in danger, and deduct your wages when they are safe. Why does he still want to work for him? ?