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Although Yunjing Xingjian is the host of the Two-dimensional partition, this derivative world is also inextricably related to Two-dimensional.

It is not uncommon to occasionally pick up tasks frequently.

The drama of Shenxia swept the Internet back then. As Juanfu’s famous work, the male lead is also very famous. The plot of moving the world’s most famous detective to the 21st century is extremely novel. Under the right time, place and people, it was still in the UK. Cameron, the prime minister, personally stepped down to urge the change.

In order for the screenwriters to complete the script as soon as possible, the director even shut them up in the snow mountain.

That was probably one of the best crews to urge more to do.

Then it became the giant pit it is now.

For Yunjing Xingjian, the most difficult thing in the script is-there are too many lines in this drama!

The speed of his mouth is not inferior to Qishen, and he has to go through the system's simultaneous English translation. Sherlock's observation and analysis skills are not inferior to that of Luanbu. This one accidentally fell off every minute.

Fortunately, Conan's real age is still a high school student, both smart and inexperienced, otherwise his difficulties would be doubled on the spot.

After knocking on the door of 221B, someone opened the door after a while.

"Oh, hello." Mrs. Hudson, who opened the door, looked at one big and one small in surprise, not surprised that a stranger would come to the door, "Are you looking for Sherlock's entrustment?"

Just as Conan was about to answer, he sniffled his nose randomly and smelled the aroma coming from the room: "Biscuits?"

Ranpo and Conan were each fed with biscuits from the enthusiastic Mrs. Hudson.

"To be honest, Sherlock and John don't like sweets. I can't finish the biscuits I baked. If you like them, eat more."

The age of the Asian face is younger than that of the European, and the random walk is still youthful, and Mrs. Hudson has also classified it into the child category.

Just as they thanked Mrs. Hudson and were about to go up to the second floor, Conan was suddenly picked up.

"Oh, cutie, your brother has business to do, don't disturb them, can you have some snacks with me?"

Conan: "..."

Mrs. Hudson said to Ranbu that the child can be handed over to me with confidence, and if you have any troubles, go and solve it quickly.

It's not the first time Conan has been treated this way because of his looks.

Looking at his helpless expression, Luanbu burst out laughing.

Conan twitched the corner of his mouth helplessly: "That...Brother Ranbu?"

Luan Bu said: "There is no way to do this, but I can't treat you as eating here."

Ranpo explained to Mrs. Hudson that Conan was also an important "party".

"Sherlock, John! Someone came to ask you for a commission!" Mrs. Hudson shouted towards the second floor.

The stairs to the second floor are not too long. In Conan's mind, he compared back and forth with the structures in the game and the museum.

Conan was so short that after reaching the second floor, he still took a random step to the left before he saw the scene in front of him.

The curtains were drawn tightly, and only a few rays of light came into the room.

There are many things in the room, materials and books are densely piled up, a violin is placed in the corner, and there is a suspicious skull ornament above the fireplace.

The center of the living room was tidy, and there were only two chairs placed there.

There are two people on the other side, one standing and one sitting.

John looked at Ranpo and Conan, and heaved a long sigh of relief: "It's finally here, uh, Sherlock, the person you're looking forward to is here, I have to retreat quickly."

John looked down at the phone: "Mary has called me three times, and I have to pick her and Rose up."

As a new father, he came here as a sneak in from his busy schedule.

A deep voice said: "If you don't appear in front of Mary within half an hour, we will both be in big trouble."

"I think so too." Watson shrugged, and stretched out his hand towards Luanbu, "Oh, hey, hello, I don't know if this is the first time Sherlock has seen you in this scene."

Looking at the hurrying man, Conan murmured, "John Watson?"

"What?" Watson stopped and looked at Conan in surprise, "You know me?"

After he finished speaking, he himself felt that it was too much to ask—how could he not know him after all came here to entrust.

Although his sense of presence outside is indeed much lower than that of Sherlock.

Conan's answer was unexpected.

The child pondered for a while, and said firmly: "I know you, you are the most powerful detective assistant in the world."

Watson and the man on the sofa were stunned.

After a while, Watson laughed. He looked back at Sherlock, then at Conan, and said happily, "Okay, I mean, thank you."

After Watson left, only the man stuck on the sofa was left in the room.

The man maintained the classic thinking posture known to Sherlock Holmes fans all over the world with his hands folded under his chin, and his sharp eyes stared at the two without blinking.

He didn't even ignore Conan just because he was a child.

That kind of gaze gave Conan a feeling of being seen through, and soon a smile that was extremely rare for him appeared on the man's face.

"Generally speaking, people who sit there will bring me very boring topics, but you are obviously surprised." Sherlock Holmes nodded towards the two chairs placed in the middle, and said, "Sit down, take your time." convenient."

Holmes asked him to sit down, and Conan subconsciously wanted to obey.

After all, this is Sherlock Holmes, not to mention whether it is a modern version, as a Sherlock Holmes fan, he did not confess anyone on the spot because of his strong willpower!

It probably did not occur to Holmes that he wanted to fight two detectives, and one of them wanted to accuse him.

"I don't have anything to drink," said Luanbu directly, turning his head to the refrigerator, "Then I'll take it myself."

The moment the three people met their eyes, there was a certain feeling in the dark that broke the strangeness and alienation of the first meeting.

Ranpo smiled and opened the refrigerator door.

Luanbu slammed the refrigerator door shut with a "touch".

The strength is astonishing.

Conan sat on the chair and looked back at him: "What's wrong?"

"Kenan-kun," Ranbu was silent for a while, and waved to Conan, "You get me a drink, I'm going to sit down."

Conan was stunned: "Isn't it right in front of you?"

"I don't care, you help me get it." Sudden childish Luanbu sat down on his buttocks, as if he didn't plan to get up again.

Conan, who had already taken care of him on the way, didn't think much, sighed and went to open the refrigerator door.

He was a primary school student and had to step on a stool, and when he saw clearly what was in the refrigerator, he did the same thing as Luanbu—a conditioned reflex to forcefully close the refrigerator door.

"That, that...Mr. Holmes?" The corner of Conan's mouth twitched, and he looked back at Holmes stiffly, "Your, there seems to be... a human head in the refrigerator?"

It's a real human head!It can be seen that the knife edge was precisely cut from the corpse!

"That's the test object I used to observe the changes of saliva under low temperature." Holmes said as a matter of course, "You are all detectives, why are you like John?"

"Is it possible that you are still afraid of corpses?"

The corner of Sherlock's mouth curled up into a beating and deliberate smile.

Conan: "..."

No one stipulates that detectives should look normal to the heads in the refrigerator!

As expected of Sherlock Holmes—Conan's filter made him think so.

Wait, did he just say "it's all detectives"?

When did the vest explode? !

Conan looked anxiously at another person who saw through his identity in an instant.

"A youth stuffed in a child's body, and a child stuffed in a young man's body," Sherlock glanced at the two people, and said meaningfully, "The detective team."

"Suddenly appeared in the park, sat and talked on the lawn, decided to come to me after agreeing with each other, took the bus, and took a photo with two British people... You are the first batch to accept The one who bought as many cookies as Mrs. Hudson."

Holmes is like a mind reader who belongs to everything no one has ever told him.

"Also, that student from the Physical Elementary School of the Psychological High School," Holmes nodded towards Conan, "you have been looking at me with incredible eyes. I am sure there is nothing strange on my face."

Conan: "..."

Holmes said: "Tell me, why are you looking for me?"

Watson couldn't really leave 221b, and encountered something on the way that forced him to go back.

"Hey, Holmes," Scotland Yard police detective Lestrade dragged the helpless John back, and immediately asked, "There is a case that you will be interested in... Oh, there are guests?"

When Holmes saw the two people, he had a feeling in the dark, but he firmly believed in science, and he was still looking for a theory in his mind that could continue to support science and allow him to meet these two people.

Without turning his head, Holmes said, "Shut up, Tom, you have interrupted my thinking."

Lestrade waved his hand helplessly, not surprised at all: "When will you be able to call my name correctly... Forget it, I'll wait until you finish the current case."

"Compared to our affairs," Luanbu opened his eyes and said quietly, "If we don't deal with the affairs around us quickly, we may lose important things, Mr. Holmes."

Ranpo rarely calls other people Mr. This is his greatest respect for detectives.

Holmes exchanged glances with him, paused, and turned to the police detective: "Jack."

Lestrade didn't want to talk to the bastard about his name anymore.

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Cabinet minister David Wellsborough's son was found dead in a car outside his villa a week after his 50th birthday party, a week after he was traveling abroad and they even Made a video call.

Yun Jingxing said silently: "Six statues of Mrs Thatcher."

Get it wrong, and Sherlock may pay the worst price for his arrogance.

Going through the past is a process of breaking out of a cocoon and turning into a butterfly.

"Also, this matter is actually out of my control, but I have seen it," Lestrade handed over a newspaper, "Huge tigers appearing in remote suburbs or even remote corners of the city, in parks..."

The headlines in the newspapers carried a photo of a black silhouette of a tiger many times larger than normal.

Sherlock thought for a while, and decided that the case was not interesting. He didn't take his eyes off Luanbu and the others, and said casually, "I don't have time right now. I'll catch the tiger and go to the zoo."

Lestrade looked at Watson in surprise: "Didn't you say he needs a case?"

Watson was slightly embarrassed: "You are one step late."

He pointed towards Ranpo and Conan.

These two are on the verge of becoming Sherlock's true love.

Conan, who was used to being a child, looked at the photo and said, "Ah? Is there such a big tiger? The angle of this photo is so strange. Is it because of the shooting angle, Uncle Inspector?"

It was rare for Lestrade, who was with Sherlock and the others, to meet someone who "respected" him so much, and he was a child who made him worry countless times more than Sherlock. He patiently explained: "There are footprints left at the scene, really I've never seen one that big."

The presence of tigers in a densely populated city like London is big news.

Luanbo took Lestrade's newspaper and read it, and Conan also poked his head over.

Lestrade was stunned for a moment, and said, "Hey? Aren't they the client?"

"If you can think about it, you will know that they don't have the name of the client written all over their bodies," Sherlock said quietly, "Are you interested in this kind of case?"

"The troubles that come together are often related in some way," Luanbu raised his eyes, "I think so."

Both Sherlock and Conan were thoughtful.

Luan Bu jumped off the chair and stretched his waist: "Okay, then let's go!"

"Let's go?" Lestrade was stunned again, and when he turned around, he found that Sherlock had also stood up and began to put on his coat, "Wait, where are you going?"

Is he the only one here who didn't understand the situation?

"Don't you want to entrust detectives to solve the case, uncle?" Luanbu walked out first, "Any detective in this room will do?"

Holmes put on his coat and walked around Lestrade with his hands in his pockets: "If you are too slow, you will be deducted from your wages. Children are faster than you, Harry."

Conan has already followed and ran out.

"That person is also a detective? You are all detectives in this room?" Lestrade said in a daze, "No, when did you decide to accept the commission?"

Lestrade looked at Watson.

Watson, who had already asked for leave with his wife, pressed his palm towards him: "Don't look at me, I already have a premonition that there will be no leisure days in the future. Isn't it the first day you get along with Sherlock?"

Watson decided to get a bottle of water from the refrigerator first.

The moment he opened the refrigerator door, he had the same reaction as Ranpo.

Watson touched his heart speechlessly, and shouted downstairs: "Sherlock, don't put human heads in the refrigerator again!"

On the way, Watson and Conan quickly established an unimaginable friendship.

Who asked them to bring "children", combined with Conan's appearance and age, Watson felt more sympathetic to him.

The communication between Sherlock and Ranpo did not stop because of the sudden case, and the two of them were giving each other puzzles along the way.

The kind that no one can understand except themselves and Conan.

Watson and Lestrade's eyes were already numb.

After discovering that Conan could understand, they were a little desperate.

Ranpo Conan was with Holmes, and Lestrade believed that Holmes would not take messy people around.

The cabinet minister looked at a lot of people and was still confused: "Didn't you say there is only one detective? The younger brother of Mycroft Holmes?"

"You said one?" Sherlock pointed unceremoniously at the figures in the room, "Didn't you also find additional detectives?"

The cabinet minister was a little embarrassed, but his son died not long ago, and his grief prevented him from caring about other things: "It was recommended to me by my friend. I really want to know why my son died..."

The fourth detective in the house heard the voice outside, paused the pace of investigation, turned around and came over.

"What a coincidence, Luanbu," the detective twirled the cigarette rod between his fingers, but his voice didn't fluctuate, "see you here."

Ranpo suddenly opened his eyes, looked at the young man who was holding a doll in his arms and also wearing a beret, and said word by word: "Yyatsuji Xingren."

[Character Vest: Ayatsuji Xingren

Skin: Tomorrow's Talk·Accompanied by Heavenly Demons

Ability: Death

Traits: Doll Collector, Observation s]

Conan held his breath for a moment.

He is also familiar with Ayatsuji Pedestrian, a cutting-edge reasoning and suspense expert in modern times.

Even living writers have peers.

Sherlock, who was completely unfamiliar with Ayatsuji pedestrians, was observing him.

The young man is a rare blond-haired Japanese who is used to smoking old-fashioned cigarettes. He likes to collect dolls. His dressing style is similar to that of Edogawa Ranpo. His personality tends to be indifferent, but the inside is not necessarily true. He was familiar with Ranpo before... …

If anyone could see the thinking hall in Holmes' mind, he would be stunned by the high-speed turning of the documents.

However, it is impossible to remove the vest. The system vest and the real character are completely copied one by one, and any traces are the same.

Even so, Sherlock Holmes has always guessed "doing work for a certain organization, and occasionally looking at the air with his eyes".

In order to make the later stage of the plot more convincing, the vest skin of Ayatsuji Xingren is the version that was "cursed" by the evil spirit from the sky after the decisive battle with Kyogoku Natsuhiko.

In the air next to him, only Yunjing Hoshimi who could see Kyogoku Natsuhiko through the eyes of this skin.

Holmes' evaluation of Ayatsuji pedestrians is another interesting detective.

Luan Bu said: "How long have you been here?"

"15 minutes, after reading the materials and the scene," Ayatsuji pedestrian turned his eyes to Sherlock and Conan, pausing on them, "It's over."

Luanbu: "It didn't start, that's why."

Ayatsuji Pedestrian took a puff of his cigarette, and acquiesced.

The conversation between Ayatsuji pedestrians and Ranpo was so cloudy that almost no one understood it.

Probably only Conan can guess the supernatural power, even Sherlock frowned.

Come and see that there are still honest people who firmly believe in the three views of science.

The cabinet minister and the weeping wife excitedly said: "The murderer has been found?! So fast?!"

Slowly exhaled a puff of smoke, looked at the other people with indifferent eyes: "It's not difficult, but I want to hear your opinions."

Luanbu turned his eyes to the room, put his hand on his chin and said quietly: "I see."

Sherlock also seemed to think of something: "Is there a universe inside?"

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The cabinet minister wanted to know the truth very much, and asked the detectives urgently.

For the few people present, after reading the documents and the scene, it took only a moment to solve the case with the clues left behind.

But... that would be boring.

Conan took the copy of Ranbu's document and looked through it seriously. His serious look made people forget that he was just a child, and no one suspected that he was here to make trouble.

Several adult detectives looked at each other.

"Then ask questions now!" Ranbu said suddenly, "Let Conan tell the truth of the case!"

"Huh? Me?" Conan was stunned.

"It's nothing difficult," Sherlock said, "It's not a real kid, at least your IQ is higher than the people on the street."

There is no way for an idol to say that.

Conan immediately had the feeling of facing the college entrance examination, but to be honest, he would not be so nervous when handing in the answer sheet for the college entrance examination.

This is a question that Sherlock Holmes, Edogawa Ranpo, and Ayatsuji pedestrians all asked him!

Lestrade asked in surprise, "Isn't this kid brought here without someone watching? You let him solve the case?"

Watson was not surprised and said: "He is not very smart, he can take care of the detective."

Lestrade: "..."

Ayatsuji pedestrian looked at Conan, and said quietly: "No one thought that there would be four detectives in this room now."

There is no black organization here, and no one knows Kudo Shinichi, so there is no need to conceal his true identity.

The fourth detective who was ignored by everyone, Conan pondered for a while, and said slowly: "The first doubt is the two kinds of fibrous tissues on the seat cover..."

Toddler trying to surprise parents sneaks home from trip, hides himself in car seat with seat cover, shows up to surprise birthday dad when he comes to check, dies of heart attack , was not discovered until an additional crash wrecked the car a week later.

This is probably the worst birthday present for a father.

After saying everything, Conan looked at the crying cabinet ministers and his wife and sighed.

On the other side, the three detectives who couldn't survive have uncovered additional cases.

The smashed statue of Mrs Thatcher.

It seems that just ordinary thieves broke in and accidentally smashed a statue limited to six in the world-in the eyes of others, it was like this.

Words such as "break in", "specially for the statue", "what secrets are hidden in the statue" have entered the detective's mind.

Sherlock thought of something else.

Sherlock seems to be ignorant on the surface, but in fact he regards the people who can walk beside him as very important. A few months ago, in order to protect the secret of Watson's wife Mary from being made public, he shot and killed the criminal Magnu in order to protect Mary. Mori.

At that time, the special police had already arrived, and it was impossible to refute under the watchful eyes of the public. The best that McCoff could do for him was to make up for his mistakes and send him to a place where he was close to death.

Sherlock, who had already boarded the plane, was called back because of a video of hacking the London network.

Moriarty, who had been dead for many years, announced to the world in a video that he was back.

This incident caused a certain degree of panic among the citizens. Sherlock scoffed at it on the surface, but in his heart he also became suspicious of the death of the greatest enemy in his life.

He can fake his own death, why not Moriarty?

"You're worried about Moriarty, Holmes." Ayatsuji pedestrian pierced Sherlock's heart, and said in a deep voice, "The ghost who died before your eyes, if you don't solve everything as soon as possible, more people will die."

"That's what I came back for," Sherlock said without raising his head, groping for the powder that fell from the statue with his fingers, "He can't kill anyone, even when he was alive, and it's the same now."

Luanbu glanced at him and said, "It has already started."

The detective stood up and made a call: "Poe, help me investigate something, you must know."

"There are only six statues of Mrs Thatcher in the world, where are the others?"