Conan’s Corpse Picker

Chapter 958 [Moriarty] Join the team

Halfway through his words, Noah suddenly felt as if he was teaching the master of the psychic medium how to do things.

It hesitated for a moment, then changed its words timidly: "Well, forget it, or I'll do it."

"It's okay." Jiang Xia came back to his senses, looked away from the steward, and changed his path, "There is no need to stop the player - the detailed character of Irene Adler here should be set by Uncle Kudo next door. Yeah...if that's the case, the effect is actually about the same regardless of whether we stop it or not."

Speaking of this, Jiang Xia suddenly felt something.

He paused, raised his head, and looked at a small door on the right about ten meters away.

That door just connects to the path leading to the side door.

After a quick glance, there was a soft click and the door was opened furtively by someone on the other side.

Immediately afterwards, several heads of different heights poked out along the one-foot-wide crack in the door. Everyone looks familiar.

…

The players did intend to convince Irene Adler to stop performing and to hide somewhere safer.

So before coming to the theater, they pooled their money and bought a bouquet of flowers. They planned to bring the flowers over, pretending to be a group of relatives and friends of Irene Adler, and get in front of her to persuade her.

Just now, the players finally found the opportunity to follow the path and enter the backstage.

Unexpectedly, before meeting Irene Adler, I first saw the "Professor Moriarty" whose position was unclear.

——The young Moriarty stood in the middle of the corridor, his eyes with dark outlines looking precisely in the direction of the player.

Apparently recognizing them, this mysterious Asian man in British attire nodded slightly to them and greeted them elegantly.

"..."

A group of players did not expect this encounter at all.

The moment they looked at each other, some people instinctively wanted to avoid Moriarty's sight, planning to hide again and secretly observe this dangerous person.

Some people are suddenly happy, want to welcome this sudden and wonderful encounter with optimism, and plan to go out.

Some want to go out, and some want to go back. The two collided with each other, and a group of players immediately huddled together in the dim door.

Suzuki Sonoko accidentally stepped on an empty paint can, slipped and fell to the side with a groan. Unfortunately, Conan was knocked out of balance by her. He waved his arms subconsciously, trying to stand firm. The bouquet in his hand, which was exchanged for all the players' wealth, drew an arc amidst the screams of the crowd, like an arc. He flew out like a free bird.

In the chaos, the narrow side door was suddenly opened, and warm and bright light from the corridor shone in.

A pair of slender arms stretched in, and Miyano Akemi quickly grabbed the source of the chaos. One by one, she steadily lifted Conan and Suzuki Sonoko out of the door and placed them back on the ground.

The bouquet that drew a parabola did not fall to the ground.

"Moriarty" took a few steps forward at some point and caught it smoothly. The whole process was extremely smooth, as if the bouquet of flowers was thrown to him on purpose.

"Good evening, we meet again." Moriarty looked down at the bouquet, politely picked it up and sniffed it, and then said matter-of-factly, "Thank you for your gift."

Suzuki Sonoko looked at "Colonel Moran" and then at "Moriarty", her face turned red, and she nervously straightened her messed up hairband: "No, it's okay, you just like it."

Conan straightened the crooked collar and corrected it firmly: "I'm sorry, but that's for someone else!"

"Really?" Moriarty smiled indulgently, "That's really rude."

He handed the flowers to the approaching players and asked naturally: "What are you doing backstage?"

Conan opened his mouth: "..."

...Good question, he wanted to ask it too. Unfortunately, Professor Moriarty got the better of him.

"..." Tsk, speaking of which, this feeling of embarrassment about trying to make a move but being cut off early seems a bit familiar...

Conan thought for a while but didn't remember.

He sighed quietly, straightened out the flowers in his arms, and answered "Moriarty's" question: "Go see Irene Adler."

Although the position of "Professor Moriarty" is unclear and he may not be a friend, Conan doesn't want to answer his question.

But then I thought about it - they all met in a place like this, and the players even brought a bouquet of flowers. The next purpose was actually obvious.

In short, it is impossible to hide their plan from Professor Moriarty. This is a typical question that you know clearly. Therefore, it is better to answer more generously than to be secretive.

"I see."

"Professor Moriarty" listened to his answer and gave a compliment.

But there was no surprise on his face. Even before Conan could answer, he stepped aside and got out of the way.

Players walked past him without any hindrance.

…

Conan held the flower and walked a few meters smoothly, feeling a little hesitant in his heart.

——It passed so easily?

Is Professor Moriarty really on the player's side when it comes to "Jack the Ripper"?

"..." Thinking of this, Conan couldn't help but glance behind him.

I expected to see an empty corridor. Or a deep and mysterious figure in the far corner.

Unexpectedly, when I turned around, I saw Professor Moriarty walking at the end of the team, turning his head slightly and talking in a low voice to Suzuki Sonoko... This criminal mentor, whose influence has radiated throughout Europe, actually blended into their pure and innocent life very naturally. In the player team, "Colonel Moran" followed silently at the end, like a loyal shadow.

Conan's forehead twitched, and he stared at the happy Suzuki Sonoko: "..." Don't bring in such a dangerous person!

Suzuki Sonoko was still laughing, unaware of the worried gaze from the little kid.

Instead, Moriarty noticed Conan's gaze and accurately understood his doubts and vigilance at this time.

He met Conan's gaze and smiled: "I'm also very curious about the woman who even Sherlock Holmes fell in love with - don't mind if I come to visit with you."

Conan: "..." Mind!

Especially interested!

...But unfortunately, this is a public place, and there is no way or reason for them to stop Moriarty.

in addition……

As a die-hard Sherlock Holmes fan, Conan thought angrily: If he had to keep Professor Moriarty away at this time, it would be as if he was afraid of him.

And Conan remembered that in the poker club, Moriarty once called him "Holmes' disciple". Although there may be a little wonderful misunderstanding in this... But no matter what, now in front of Moriarty, "Conan" is no longer a person. He represents the reputation of Holmes, and he cannot show his timidity easily!