I, Minami Kotori, Son of the Sun

Don't move, I'll be back soon." Conan said to the people behind him.

The members of the Junior Detective Team looked at each other. Now that Sister Lan was still here, it would be difficult for them to run away. They suppressed the rebelliousness in their hearts and nodded solemnly.

"Conan, you must be careful." Lan warned softly, "Call us if anything happens."

Conan felt warm in his heart and nodded, then crouched down and sneaked into the back door of the tavern.

Infiltration has always been a skill that detectives must master - from helping a noble lady catch an adulterer to secretly photographing a transaction site of a weirdo organization, infiltration is required.

Ever since Conan was ambushed by Sister Akemi, he has become deeply aware of the weakness of his infiltration awareness and has subsequently carried out targeted training.

It can be said that he will never be discovered now, and his stealth skills are almost comparable to Xiaoniao's previous [Master of Disguise].

He had a smooth journey and successfully entered the bar by hiding behind a box pushed by the bartender.

Looking ahead, kerosene lamps flickered behind frosted glass windows, and the gilded letters "Black Swan" were framed in a gold-rimmed frame on the spruce wall of the bar.

The door hinges groaned as the tavern door opened. The driver, wrapped in a coarse coat, brought in a cold wind carrying snow particles, and the eighteen tin glasses on the bar trembled in unison.

A skinny old man was poking the oak in the fireplace with long-handled tongs. Sparks shot up to the ceiling like frightened fireflies, and the flames flickered and made crackling sounds.

The women workers, wrapped in soot turbans, huddled around the round table nearest the fire, their frozen fingers circling their earthenware cups, the steam from the cheap gin frost on their eyelashes.

(Did you know that gin is GIN~ wine?)

"Another bottle of stout, please!" The drunk in the corner slammed his brass pocket watch on the oak table. The whiskey seeping out of the cracks on the surface looked like solidified blood in the candlelight.

From the second-floor corridor came the notes of a leaky accordion, and a painter wrapped in a faded velvet cloak was smearing charcoal on the back of a bill.

The painter used indigo paint on his little finger and drew a picture of a homeless child curled up by the fireplace on the wine-stained parchment. The child was catching the merchant's dripping mead in a chipped earthenware bowl, and his sallow cheeks reflected the dancing fire.

Conan sighed slightly. This was the pub in London in the 19th century - it was almost the same as he had imagined.

"Colonel Monlang - got it, the one over there should be him." Conan recalled the black and white photos interspersed in Sherlock Holmes' notes, corresponding to the person he was looking for on this trip.

The gentleman in a grey suit and red bow tie.

Before, they searched for clues about Jack the Ripper in Holmes' house and learned that Jack was Moriarty's subordinate, and the latter was a hypocrite who appeared to be righteous. In the absence of Holmes himself, they had no choice but to ask Moriarty for help.

But Moriarty is elusive, and the only middleman who can contact Moriarty in London is Colonel Montran there.

On the long square table, an unopened bottle of red wine was placed on the northernmost seat, and two well-dressed gentlemen sat on the east and west sides respectively.

Two of them were holding wine glasses and looking at the card games in the hands of the other two.

Colonel Menglang had a pile of chips in his hands. The black monkey across from him waved from time to time, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

On the contrary, Colonel Monlang's opponent was sweating profusely, and his poker face completely turned into the shape of Umi.

Colonel Montran held the lapis lazuli pipe in his left hand and took a relaxing breath. The gilded carved card table beside him looked like an ark floating in the turbid waves.

He flicked the ash off his sleeve with his right hand, then tapped his fingers on the floor like a pianist in high spirits, urging, "My dear Beric, when are you going to play your cards? The flowers I've been waiting for have all withered."

The emerald signet ring on his little finger had a swampy sheen in the candlelight.

"Manager, please pour Sir Berwick a glass of stout." Colonel Monlang smiled, looking at the anger on the other's face, "Hey, don't worry, just think of it as me buying it for you with the money I won from you."

In the Black Swan Bar, which has countless famous liquors, dark beer is the inferior liquor - most of it is drunk by workers.

They considered themselves upper class and looked down upon this kind of wine.

At this moment, Colonel Montran's behavior completely angered Sir Berwick - as a gentleman, he finally played his last card.

"I'm sorry, but I admit defeat. The dark beer is my treat."

"I accept the defeat." Colonel Monlang took the gold coins.

And in front of Sir Berwick, there was an overflowing glass of dark beer.

Conan observed all this and had a rough idea in mind. Just as he was about to take action, he heard a low voice of praise from the side.

"Oi, Colonel Monlang is quite good at playing cards."

"What? You, why are you here?" Conan was startled and turned around. It turned out to be Hideki Moroboshi in red and Seiichiro Kikukawa in blue.

"Humph, you want to take all the credit? Forget it." Moroboshi Hideki snorted, "I told your big sister that I was going to the bathroom, and they believed me easily."

Conan covered his head with his hands, feeling overwhelmed. He had just received too much information, and he had been carefully looking at everything that could be used here. He didn't expect to be tricked again.

"....." Conan was silent. At this point, he could only act with them. "Meng Lang is not good at playing cards. To be more precise, he is good at cheating."

"You said that Major Meng Lang was cheating? You can even see that?" Qingyilang asked in surprise.

"Well, the black monkey opposite Colonel Monlang is telling him the cards in his opponent's hand. For hearts and spades, he uses his right hand; for diamonds and clubs, he uses his left hand. It eats fruits of the corresponding color according to the color and quantity." Conan said, "Listen carefully, we have to take advantage of this..."

Before he could finish his words, he noticed two young men walking to the center of the stadium, one in front and one behind.

"Look at me, look at me! This guy Meng Lang is cheating!" Moroboshi Hideki put one hand in his pocket and pressed forward to the front of Colonel Meng Lang.

"Hey!!" Conan was shocked. This is not good. The other party will definitely be furious!

"What did you say, kid?" Colonel Meng Lang broke out in a cold sweat and stared at the two kids unkindly.

"The black monkey opposite you is telling him the cards in the other person's hand. For hearts and spades, use your right hand; for diamonds and clubs, use your left hand. It will eat fruits of the corresponding color according to the color and quantity." Moroboshi Hideki learned and applied what he learned immediately. Apart from the fact that he plagiarized other people's thinking results, at least he has a good memory.

"You bastard!" Berrick finally got a chance to fight back and threw the dark beer to the ground. "You are so despicable!"

Seeing that the two were about to start arguing among themselves, Hideki Moroboshi curled the corners of his mouth and took out the old-fashioned revolver attached to his belt.

He pointed the gun at Major Monlong and said, "Professor Moriarty, where is he?"

"Kids! How do you know that adult's name?!" Major Meng Lang approached the two men excitedly.

The huge height difference made Zhuxing and the others panic: "Don't come over!"

With a crisp gunshot, he pulled the trigger.

Because Hideki Moroboshi didn't know how to hold the gun, the huge force of the revolver caused the bullet to just grazed Major Monlang's collar.

"SH?" Major Monlang covered his shoulder in shock, "Holmes, these little devils are Holmes' men! Everyone, help me catch them!"

At the major's words, everyone who was watching the show in the tavern stood up, whether they were the workers who were just drunk, or the female workers who huddled together for warmth, or even the elegant proprietress herself, they all rushed towards the two children.

"These two idiots!" Conan was shocked. He didn't expect that the entire tavern was full of Major Menglang's men. He jumped to escape the pursuit of the female workers, and at the same time, he used his body advantage to knock down the chairs and crawled under the tables and chairs to act like a dragon.

"Oh no, we have to call Sister Lan and the others..."

"Hey!" The swift punch arrived in time, and the 1.8-meter-tall man was kicked three meters away by the heroic female high school student.

Welcome to the chaotic tables, chairs and crowd.

The effect was as exaggerated as if it was a movie.

"orchid!"

"Conan, here we come."

us?

Conan looked around and saw Genta and Mitsuhiko grabbed a big man's legs and threw him to the ground.

Ai brought the delicate Ayumi with her, and together they used red wine bottles to sneak attack the aggressive proprietress - which was a good thing, because the latter wouldn't be able to see what a miserable state her own store would become.

"Conan, we are here to save you!" Ayumi smiled and made a "yeah" gesture to Conan.

"Don't get me wrong, it's just that if you die, it will be very difficult for us." Xiao Ai said indifferently.

At some point, he had picked up the Sherlock Holmes revolver with SH engraved on it that had fallen to the ground and was staring at the chaotic crowd with a burning gaze - ready to fire at any moment at any British gentleman who wanted to make trouble.

"Not good, not good. Doesn't this mean that all personnel are mobilized?!" Although Conan was touched, he still couldn't help but wail.

This place is even more chaotic than Jackie Chan's furniture store. It's a good ending if everyone is safe and sound, but it's probably impossible to see Moriarty!

"Conan, be careful!" Conan, who was brainstorming, did not realize that the shadow above his head was getting thicker.

He looked up and saw a huge luxurious solid wood chair, luxurious enough to crush his small body with one blow.