Crown Master

After leaving the cathedral for a while, there were only dim oil lamps flickering on and off in the dark lanes of London. In this period, Britain had just entered industrialization, and those who lacked knowledge could not even tell whether the mainstream power source was electricity or steam.

But don't worry so much about a group of primary school students playing games!

They try their best to shuttle back and forth unobtrusively in the streets and alleys full of sewage. The ignorant night just hides the violation of a group of children walking around. At this point in time, even vagrants should rest in temporary shelters for the survival of tomorrow. Seize the opportunity to conserve energy.

Because of all the conveniences mentioned above, without Jack the Ripper chasing after them, they quickly arrived in front of the shop of the rude guy that the old gentleman said.

Standing at the door of the store with a weird style, Conan held up his glasses that were about to fall, and the others were also speechless.

Hui Yuanai asked Moriarty instead of the speechless people.

"This is the place you're talking about?"

Moriarty also rubbed between his brows with a headache.

"Correct!"

It sounds very unwilling... Hui Yuanai thought silently.

Edogawa Conan: "Uh... what kind of person is the other party?"

"Weird!" Moriarty said decisively.

Edogawa's expression became extremely complicated for a moment.

Gudazi thought, this is what it should be, after all... His eyes gradually moved to the eye-catching signboard above the storefront.

"Anyone who runs a coffin shop can be considered an oddity."

"Funeral room!" Moriarty walked into the room first, feeling uncomfortable being stared at by the children.

Ayumi flinched in fear.

Careful Mitsuhiko immediately noticed her reaction, approached her with some concern: "Ayumi, are you afraid?"

Ayumi nodded, then shook her head vigorously, clenched her hands into fists.

"This is everyone's battle, I can't hold back!"

When Conan heard this, he immediately realized that Ayumi and the others were still elementary school students. The coffin shop, a place commonly associated with many dead people, should not have children there.

"It's okay, Ayumi," Conan said immediately after realizing his shortcomings in handling things: "It's okay for Ayumi to stay outside, we just go in and accompany Uncle X to get back the weapon."

Ayumi hesitated for a while, but nodded, approving Conan's proposal.

Kojima Motota and Mitsuhiko immediately stated that they would stay with Ayumi.

Mao Lilan hesitated, then lowered his head and asked Conan: "I'll stay with Ayumi and the others, is it okay for you, Conan?"

Edogawa Conan immediately raised a smiling face: "It's okay, Miss Xiaolan, Uncle X is currently a harmless NPC, we won't be in danger with him! But Miss Xiaolan, if you don't go into the coffin shop, look for it nearby. Hide somewhere, don't be caught by the night watchmen and Jack." He was still a child before, but his tone became more serious as he went on.

Mao Lilan opened his eyes wide unconsciously, as if he saw the reaction that Shinichi would give if he was present from Conan.

Conan: "Miss Xiaolan?"

Mao Lilan nodded quickly: "Yeah, I understand, you have to be careful, Conan!"

Edogawa Conan: "Okay! Ayumi, you have to listen to Miss Xiaolan's words obediently."

Kojima Motota patted his chest: "Hold me, I will definitely protect them!"

Conan looked helpless for a moment.

It's not for you to protect.

Ayumi stepped forward guiltily: "Sorry."

Conan shook his head: "Go quickly, we are going in."

Now Mao Lilan and the others quickly ran to the place where they could hide. Hui Yuanai looked over there, crossed his arms and said to Conan: "It's much more convenient to move."

Edogawa Conan: "Not necessarily."

Hui Yuanai raised his eyebrows and said nothing.

Gudazi pulled at the two of them and squeezed his eyes.

"Come in!"

Conan looked at her, but at this moment, Gu Dazi urged him again: "Don't procrastinate!"

Hui Yuanai wondered, "Did you find something?"

Gu Dazi raised his face: "Didn't you find that the old man hasn't come out of it for a long time? Did that weapon take so long?"

Conan and Haibara looked at each other. Indeed, the time to hold a weapon is indeed too short.

"Is that... a conversation?"

Gudazi: "There may be everything, but if you don't go into the house, you don't know what's inside."

Hui Yuanai suddenly said: "Schrödinger's cat box."

Conan: "?"

Hui Yuanai: "It's nothing, it's an interesting theory. If you don't open the cat box, you won't know whether the cat in the box is dead or alive, but we only need this..." Pushing behind Gudazi and Conan, three The person walked into the store just like that.

On the streets of London, the name of the store is written in fluent English on the surface of a conspicuous large billboard.

—The funeral room.

It happened to be exactly the same as the owner's name.

There are countless possibilities for the cat box theory, but unfortunately there is only one after opening the cat box.

Originally, before Conan and the others went in, they couldn't stop guessing what happened to the mysterious person X who didn't come out for a long time after he went in.

Danger?Or a non-dangerous chat?

There are many possibilities, but when you see it with your own eyes, it turns out that there is only one.

The weird boss with a boring face curled up in the coffin, looking peacefully dead.

The old British gentleman who led them over covered his face, his whole body exuded the atmosphere of ignore me, who am I.

Conan voiced his doubts instead of others.

"what happened?"

Given that Conan was really discerning this time, Gu Dazi approached Moriarty calmly and kicked him hard on the calf.

"Aww—!"

That was the painful part that could be called Benkei. Moriarty jumped up from the seat, clutched his calf and hopped around on one foot. After a while, he put down his leg. Throw it over.

Gudazi had already climbed onto the only stool in the shop at this time, and if Moriarty wanted to sit down, he had to look for the coffin.

Sighing deeply, Moriarty looked at the shopkeeper who opened his eyes because he hopped on one foot.

"House of funerals, the one who stole my weapon."

The funeral room laughed strangely, and when he didn't speak, he was lying in the coffin like a corpse.

Conan was sincerely thankful that Ayumi didn't come in, otherwise she would have cried out of fright when faced with such a scene of fraudulent corpse.

"We came here to get Mr. X's weapon back. Is there any reason why you can't return the weapon?"

There must be some reason for being able to stand in a stalemate for so long, he looks like a weirdo, wouldn't it be because he made difficult demands to embarrass X?

Conan's clever mind never let him down, but his slightly deep thinking missed the point of the last general.

Mentioning this Moriarty's expression became ugly at a speed visible to the naked eye. On the contrary, the funeral room was willing to come out of the coffin, and took out the bone biscuits in the urn in a good mood.

"Hehehe—want to eat?"

Conan and the others shook their heads together, as if they would be stuffed into their mouths if they slowed down a step.

"It's a pity, so the tea is also unnecessary?" said the funeral room.

Moriarty coughed lowly: "Give me back my weapon quickly, I will be hacked to death by Jack without that thing!"

Funeral room: "Xiaosheng also said, give Xiaosheng the best jokes, and Xiaosheng will give you his cherished coffin."

Moriarty was irritable: "Don't talk nonsense, give it to me!"

Funeral Room: "Hehehe——"

Although there was no intense conflict, anyone with a discerning eye could see that the two of them were in a stalemate.

Conan hesitated whether to intervene at this time, but then again, why should the weapon be associated with the coffin?Is there any necessary connection between the two?

Only Gu Dazi, who knows the inside story, rolled his eyes. Even if he didn't know the character design, he could understand the owner's nature through the large number of coffins in the house. This is the basic ability mastered after getting along with a large number of heroes and monsters.

With a gentle look, the girl with sunny eyes raised her hand.

"That! That! Excuse me, Mr. Funeral Room, are there any demons in this world?"

The funeral room laughed, and the dark nails caressed the pale skull in his hand.

"Of course."

Edogawa Conan complained silently: "How could there be?"

"Hahaha—" The funeral room burst out laughing almost immediately.

Under Moriarty's unexpected gaze, Gu Dazi asked again: "Conan, what do you think about solving the case?"

Conan replied confusedly: "I really think there is only one, and the detective is the one who exposes the only truth."

He said that from the bottom of his heart. Everyone present was considered cunning and cunning, so it was immediately obvious.

Just because he saw it, the funeral room almost burst out laughing.

With his slender body limp in the pitch-black robe, he pulled out the snow-white coffin from an unknown corner with great joy.

When Moriarty saw it, he quickly snatched it back into his arms like a baby, and stared at the funeral room like a thief.

The funeral room gave him a look: "Next time you want to maintain your brilliance, remember to come to Xiaosheng.~"

Moriarty immediately swore never to come again!

"Hehehe——" The funeral room didn't know if it had foreseen that there would be a chance to meet again, and smiled very meaningfully.

Zhu Xingxiushu and others, who were as quiet as a chicken until now, finally dared to stand up and quietly asked Hui Yuanai, who was deserted by the side.

"Why is he laughing?"

Haibara Ai glanced at Edogawa Conan, who was at a loss and didn't know what he had done, and lowered his eyes, restraining the gloating in his eyes.

"Who knows, it might be a different point of laughter."

British and Japanese smile differently?

Zhu Xingxiushu thought: Is it the same that humans are so different from each other?

The funeral room enthusiastically said to the others: "After you die, I will prepare the most suitable coffin for you~, hehehe——"

The hairs stood on end by the other party's weird laughter, and everyone unanimously decided not to stay any longer.

Saying goodbye to this eccentric shop owner, Conan started asking questions after going out.

"Is what I said so funny?"

The frowning detective is by no means a person who doesn't know the occasion, but it is worth talking about the holy place in his heart being ridiculed.

Gudazi scratched her cheek, and she didn't mean it, but in that situation, Conan, the only decent person among them, was the one most likely to make the funeral room overjoyed.

Because justice, axiom, and denial of fantasy creatures make him a perfect joke in the eyes of the funeral room.

But this can't be said to Conan...

Gudazi sighed like an adult in his heart.

We're all elementary school students, isn't it good to have a little dream?

The author has something to say:

After writing this chapter, I realized that Conan is really not very flattering in Black Butler.