Conan: Start with three choices, but sequence potion

Chapter 144 London Tour

"Maybe this is a kindness from Noah's Ark?"

An He didn't care at all: "This way, no matter which side wins, there will be a good ending."

"Could such a good thing happen?" Miyano Shiho expressed doubt.

"How dare you assume the position of artificial intelligence without authorization?" An He said solemnly, "Can't they just play a game with everyone?"

"This kind of thinking can no longer be called 'artificial intelligence', right? It has undoubtedly reached the level of 'electronic life'."

“Perhaps you could say that.”

An He shook his head and said, "Anyway, don't think too much about it. It's a good thing that I can play the role of Jack the Ripper. At least the game will be more interesting. After all, who would like to play games only against the computer?"

He had no intention of letting Conan win. After all, this was a virtual game, and it was time to teach Conan a lesson.

Are you ready to face the "World Jack the Ripper" who has superb physical fitness, masters "fire jumping", "paper man substitute", has a fighting intuition, and can pull out a piece of paper to get a weapon anytime and anywhere?
"I think you should think about how to avoid the raid first." Miyano Shiho poured cold water on him, "Those policemen are talking about a man called 'Inspector Lestrade'."

"So what if Sherlock Holmes is here?" An He just smiled, "It's just data in the game."

The evening breeze suddenly brought a chill, and the well-formed haze was wriggling in the wind, making people feel uncomfortable.

An He smelled the heaviness in the air and couldn't help but recall the few days he had spent in Backlund. The air there was also so substantial, weighing equally on the backs of every hardworking person in Backlund, covering their hearts and turning into one sad scene after another.

The same is true of London in this era.

It is said to be the last era in which the people of the British Empire lived and worked in peace and contentment. This “last” is enough to explain the cruelty behind it.

The gap between the rich and the poor is huge, the crime rate is high, the capital development driven by colonialism has fallen into depression, and a large number of factories are polluting the living environment.

The haze has become physical, blocking people's view forward.

Miyano Shiho was wearing a thin dress and couldn't help shivering.

An He took off his cloak and put it on her.

"Our conditions are limited, so don't mind it being dirty." He was wearing the same black suit he had worn when he came.

"I'm not a spoiled person." Miyano Shiho tightened her robe and didn't feel disgusted by it.

"By the way." An He suddenly had an idea, "If I take off this robe, will Conan and the others still recognize me as the 'Jack the Ripper' they were chasing just now?"

"Sure." Miyano Shiho gave him a positive answer.

She pointed her finger at Anhe's head.

"There is a clear title there, indicating your identity as the murderer."

An He looked up when he heard that, and then speechlessly discovered a bright glowing font above his head.

Jack the Ripper

".Is this considered malicious targeting?"

"Not really." Miyano Shiho smiled and tapped her lips. "After all, you also thought about taking off your cloak to confuse people. That's only fair, isn't it?"

"So the degree of freedom of this game is still not good enough." An He was very disappointed.

"Were you chosen from the beginning to be 'Jack the Ripper'?"

"That should be it. I separated from you as soon as I passed the light curtain. Suddenly, I was wearing this black robe and holding a knife in my hand." An He said that everything happened too suddenly and he didn't have time to react.

"That woman was lying there from the beginning, and then the window next to her suddenly opened, and an NPC stuck his head out and started screaming. Not long after, you guys came."

"It was only then that I realized that I should have been assigned the role of the murderer."

This is why he chose to "escape" in the end. Script-killing is fun only when you get into the plot.

However, he couldn't really "flee on the run" alone, so he turned back halfway and "rescued" Miyano Shiho.

This is the whole story that just happened.

"So what are you going to do next?" Miyano Shiho asked curiously.

"What can we do?" An He spread his hands and said, "Let's take it one step at a time."

"Let's go see how rich this so-called 'game world' is. From my guess, if there really is any 'plot', there should be some task hints for me in the corresponding places."

The two then took advantage of the blind spot to bypass the others and left the alley through another exit.

Outside the alley is the Whitechapel area of London, which is mainly inhabited by immigrants and most of them are Muslims. Its status in the city is roughly equivalent to that of Backlund's East End, and drug addicts and street prostitutes can be seen everywhere on the roadside.

Even with the black robe covering her, Miyano Shiho's outstanding appearance was still very eye-catching, and Anhe, without his disguise, also attracted the attention of most of the street girls. They flirted with him enthusiastically, waved at him with fiery smiles, and invited him to spend a wonderful night with them.

But in the end, they were all stared at by Miyano Shiho's cold gaze and dared not say a word.

As for those drunkards and drug addicts who wanted to come forward to harass An He, they were thrown to the ground by An He. They fell into hallucinations and fainted under the influence of drunkenness and drug addiction.

"The public security is really bad." Miyano Shiho frowned.

"After all, in a sense, this is the slums of London."

An He is no longer surprised.

Some distance after walking out of Whitechapel, you can start to see horse-drawn carriages passing by on the road.

An He stopped a car and got on with Miyano Shiho.

"Good evening, sir." The driver glanced at An He's obviously expensive dress, got off the car flatteringly, and removed the detachable steps from the side of the car, "Madam, you are really naturally beautiful."

"Where are you and your wife going?"

Anhe looked at Miyano Shiho.

Miyano Shiho thought for a moment, then uttered a place name: "Tower Bridge."

"Okay, please take a seat."

Driven by the driver, the strong horse moved slowly.

The experience inside the carriage is not very good. The seat cushion is a bit hard, and there are no good shock-absorbing measures, which causes the uneven touch of the brick road to be directly transmitted to the car, which is a huge test for the passengers' buttocks.

With his excellent body control ability, An He quickly mastered the pattern of the carriage's vibration and slightly adjusted his sitting position according to the frequency, so it was not too painful.

Miyano Shiho had a dark face throughout the whole process.

After enduring so much torture along the way, I finally reached my destination.

"That's one shilling and seven pence, sir."

An He took out a one-pound note from his pocket and handed it to him: "No need to change."

Then, without bothering to wait for the surprised driver to get the steps, he jumped down without caring about his image and opened his arms to Miyano Shiho.

Miyano Shiho also jumped lightly, landed accurately in his arms, and landed safely.

"Where did you get the pounds?" she asked.

(End of this chapter)