I am in Mihua, and the ladies all like me

"exactly."

Professor Moriarty responded with an approving look.

"But even so, he should still obey my order to kill. You just need to arrive at the designated location and wait for him to come."

"How to do?"

Conan asked impatiently.

However, Professor Moriarty just smiled and said: "I will put the message in the advertisement column of tomorrow's Sunday Times. Then you will understand everything when you read the newspaper."

"Deal," said Serabelle.

The two sides completed the negotiation, and Professor Moriarty straightened the collar of his windbreaker: "Well, I wish you good luck."

After saying this, he turned around and got on the carriage. After putting on his top hat, the coachman drove away, leaving behind only a series of sounds of horse hooves and rolling axles along the way.

Only after he completely disappeared around the corner of the street and could no longer be seen did Hideki Moroboshi speak tentatively.

"Do we really have to trust that old man?"

"Hmm~"

Serabelle also turned her head to look in the direction where the carriage left.

"Although this professor is not a gentleman, as long as the interests are shared, there is a possibility of cooperation. And instead of worrying about whether he can be trusted, it is better to think about how to get some pounds. Britain is a capitalist country. If you don't have money, no one will give you newspapers for free."

"Oh, yes!"

Hattori Heiji slapped his forehead and suddenly came to his senses.

"It's over. I definitely don't have any pounds on me. Brother Sera, aren't you from London? You should have pounds on you, right?"

"What nonsense are you talking about..."

Serabell was speechless.

Not to mention that he has been in Japan for so long, how could he still carry pounds with him? Even if he did, he couldn't just give it to others.

When the newsboy takes it and looks at it, he will find that the printing time is a hundred years later.

You have to use counterfeit money to buy a newspaper, right?

"Then...what should I do?" Hattori Heiji was dumbfounded. "I can't necessarily find a place to work now. Although I have some work experience, this is my first time working in London, let alone a hundred years ago..."

God? They are here to work.

Serabelle was simply drunk. She shook her head and was too lazy to say anything more. She just beckoned for him to follow her, and then walked towards the back door of the poker club they had just come out of.

Hattori Heiji subconsciously hurried to catch up: "Hey, why are you going back?"

"Of course I have to borrow some from our Colonel Menglang... Well, it's a bit inappropriate to say this, it seems like robbing money."

Serabelle paused and stopped, turning half of her face to the side.

"The correct term should be confiscation of illegal gambling funds."

grass……

When he heard the words "illegal gambling money", Hattori Heiji immediately understood what this guy was trying to do, but he still couldn't stop muttering.

"But the ones who have the power to confiscate illegal gambling funds are the police, right?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Conan followed and kicked him in the calf inconspicuously.

"I forgot to tell you that he used to work at the MI6 headquarters in London."

"……What?"

Hattori Heiji was dumbfounded again.

So it’s MI6, and it’s based in London. Then… now that I think about it, it seems like a perfect match for your profession?

……

Time passed quickly and it was the next day.

In the Whitechapel district of London, in the early morning sunshine, six people sat on the steps of the square, staring at a newspaper.

"Well, what does it say?"

"Let me take a look..."

Serabelle pointed to the top line of the newspaper and read.

"M gave J a message, go clean the theater stage tonight... M is Moriarty, and J is Jack the Ripper, but if it's related to the theater stage..."

He turned back two pages.

"Oh, yes, it is a triumphal performance, the idol of the Walters Royal Opera, Irene Adler!"

Chapter 342: The Son is currently committing (?)

London Opera House at night.

“This should be the right place, right?”

Conan, holding a bouquet of flowers in his hand, carefully pushed open a wooden door, and the noise outside suddenly came towards him.

Looking out from the door, this is the backstage of the entire opera house. In the brick and stone passage illuminated by old electric lights, you can see opera singers dressed in gorgeous clothes and looking handsome, as well as logistics staff dressed simply and holding boxes of performance props in their hands.

Everyone was busy and no one noticed what was happening inside the door.

"That's right."

Serabelle glanced out through the crack in the door and said confidently, gesturing to the right.

"Go out and turn right, and that's where the dressing room is."

“…You also know this?”

"came."

walk slowly.

There was nothing Conan could do about this authentic old London, so he had no choice but to push the door and walk out.

That’s right, they sneaked in through the back door again this time. Normally, as an audience member, they should go through the front door of the theater, then buy tickets from the guest channel and enter the auditorium directly.

But the purpose of their trip was to meet Irene Adler before the show, so they had no choice but to do it this way.

For this purpose, Conan even took out some of the pounds he got last night and used them to buy a bunch of flowers so that he could disguise himself as a loyal fan of Irene Adler.

And now, flowers come in handy.

"Please stop, everyone."

Just as Serabelle and the others were about to cross the passage and reach the dressing room, a British man in a tuxedo holding an account book, who looked like the person in charge here, walked over and blocked the group of six.

"This is Ms. Irene Adler's dressing room. No unauthorized persons are allowed in."

"Well, we are..."

Conan originally wanted to use his childhood advantage to play the emotional card in an attempt to get away with it, but the incident happened suddenly and he became nervous for a moment. He didn't react and subconsciously spoke in Japanese.

But he is British and doesn't understand anything.

Fortunately, Serabelle is there to back us up.

He put on a pure London accent and went forward to negotiate: "We are all loyal fans of Ms. Irene Adler, and we want to cheer her up before the show starts."

"Oh, so that's how it is!"

When he heard that it turned out to be a fan who came to cheer for him, and then looked at the young man in front of him with regular features, fair skin and exquisite clothes, he really looked like a young master from a wealthy family. The male person in charge immediately smiled, stepped aside to let him pass, and did not forget to make a please gesture.

"Then please come in, everyone."

So Serabelle passed smoothly.

Soon after, Conan also passed smoothly, and the three little ones including Hideki Moroboshi also passed smoothly.

But when it was Hattori Heiji's turn, the male person in charge suddenly coughed lightly.

"Sorry, farm equipment is not allowed."

"……What?"

Hattori Heiji was stunned. He didn't understand what the other person was saying for a moment, but from his expression, it seemed that he didn't want to let him go over.

Why is that? Is it because there is a limit on the number of people in each class on a roller coaster?

Conan's English was slightly better than his, so he roughly understood what was said and almost laughed out loud.

Serabel understood it best. He stopped and turned around to explain while Hattori Heiji was still in a daze.

"He is with us, he is our friend, and he is a pure Japanese, he just looks darker, not... pinch."

"Oh, sorry, sorry! Please forgive my mistake and please come in!"

Upon learning that he had made a mistake, the person in charge immediately bent down and bowed to apologize.

Hattori Heiji still looked confused, but since he was allowed to go, there was no problem.

After passing by, he came to Serabelle and the others and lowered his voice.

"Hey, what did that uncle mean just now? Why did he suddenly not let me in, and then let me in for no reason?"

"He is..." Serabelle considered her words carefully, "He saw that your skin color was different from ours and thought we were not together."

"Huh? Could this be wrong?"

Hattori Heiji had a o_0 expression on his face.

"Besides, didn't we come here together? How could we get this wrong?"

"Anyway... that's it. It's over now, so don't dwell on it."

Conan reached out to pat his shoulder to comfort him, but he was too tall to reach him, so he had to settle for patting his waist instead.

In fact, it would have been fine if he had just said he wouldn't take the photo, but after he took the photo, Hattori Heiji immediately became suspicious.

After all, this boy's actions really seem to be saying "be strong".

So he carefully recalled what the person in charge had said just now, translated it word for word in his mind, and then polished it a little to match it with the context.

Suddenly, the black face became even darker.

"That damn uncle..."

They actually thought he was a specialty of Africa!!!

"That's why I told you not to think too much about it." Conan's mouth twitched slightly.

As they were talking, the six people had already arrived at the door of the dressing room.

Serabelle knocked on the door three times, and a gentle "Come in" came from inside.

It's a surprisingly nice female voice.

Since they couldn't hear clearly through the door, Hattori Heiji and others didn't have any other ideas.

But this was not the case for Serabelle, who was already very familiar with all the tones of this voice, high, medium and low.

Hiss~ This familiar voice, could it be...

The door opened, and in the dressing room filled with the faint scent of rouge, a slender woman in a gorgeous dress was sitting in front of the dressing table with her back to the door, her long brown curly hair cascading behind her.

When she turned around, everyone was shocked by her appearance except Serabell and Conan who had expected it.

Especially Hattori Heiji.

"Hey, isn't this Kudo's mom?"

That’s right, the image of Irene Adler in the game is exactly that of Yukiko Kudo, and she looks exactly like the real person.

It’s just that if Yukiko in real life were told this, she would probably smile and make a scissors hand gesture, but Irene Adler in the game wouldn’t.

Instead, she seemed a little angry and said, "How rude! I am still a single woman. Ah, to be more precise, I should be called a single woman who got married and then divorced."

Right, right, right...

Serabelle thought to herself as she took the flowers from Conan and handed them to Irene Adler.