I got the Wenhao system

Is this schizophrenic?This is amazing?

That's his vest "Henggou" that you haven't seen before!

God knows what the system is thinking. It is said that the system is full of vests, and the system is really full of vests. Even the policemen who were attacked at the beginning and Mr. Henggou have...

Yun Jingxing once used the Henggou vest to walk around Gintama, and the effect was so good that Sakata Ginshi was so frightened that he foamed at the mouth.

Ayatsuji Xingren led the stalkers behind him around three times, and in a short while threw off those senior agents.

Just as the agent was about to report that he was lost, someone suddenly patted him on the shoulder.

Looking up, the blond detective with an indifferent expression was standing behind him.

"Take me to meet your employer," Ayatsuji Xingren said, "I used to wait for you to take me away, but I'm in a hurry today."

The other party was also very knowledgeable and didn't panic at all. After asking the employer's opinion, he drove a car.

The people in the car sandwiched Ayatsuji pedestrians, and no one said a word.

Through the observation skills of Ayatsuji pedestrians, various clues can be found that they are not gangsters, or even official personnel, and it is obviously not the first time they have done this.

Not long after driving, the other party wanted to cover his eyes.

Ayatsuji pedestrian said lightly: "Come on, even if you put me in a sack, I can still know where I am."

The other party said helplessly, "It's routine."

Ayatsuji pedestrians sneered.

other side:"……"

This one really doesn't give any face.

At the same time, Yunjing Xingjian adjusted the system's cover-up effect to the highest intensity-although the compensation from the system is very cool, but falling off the horse is even worse, and Mycroft has a higher IQ than Holmes.

It's just that the younger brother can't save him.

The eyes of Ayatsuji Pedestrians were still covered, but any bumps and splashes of water along the way, and even a few turns were recorded in their minds, forming a clear map.

After getting out of the car and walking across a flat open space, he was pushed onto a chair.

After he took off the blindfold, the sudden bright light made him squint his eyes subconsciously.

"Hello, Detective Ayatsuji Pedestrian."

A middle-aged man with a cane not far ahead smiled politely.

This is a man who looks very generous, wearing a three-piece suit, a standard British gentleman.

No one would have guessed that this man could even represent the "British Government."

They are in an abandoned factory.

After a pause, Yan Tsuji took out the cigarette rod he had just put away, and said, "Hello, Mycroft Holmes."

Show respect by uncovering each other's vests.

The other Holmes was not shocked, but smiled deeper: "I haven't met a detective with real talents like you for a long time. I'm sorry to invite you here like this."

You don't look sorry at all.

"But can you tell me that Sherlock won't take the initiative to mention me to you, so why did you investigate that he has an older brother?"

"..."

Ah no, you also know that Sherlock won't take the initiative to mention you, this brother is too miserable!

Ayatsuji pedestrians tilted their heads and said, "I've always wondered, is there any rule in this world that detectives must explain to the audience what happened when they found out the truth?"

Mycroft Holmes sneered, and looked at him helplessly: "Are you really not afraid of what I will do?"

"Why do you think I'm not prepared at all, and I'm just here with a gun in my hand." Ayatsuji pedestrian stood up, patted the dust on his body, and frowned, "Next time, find a cleaner place. If you want to have a good talk with Edogawa, I suggest you wholesale two boxes of snacks."

He seemed to inadvertently frowned and looked to the right.

Mycroft stared at the blond detective and said quietly, "You know, as a senior staff member, there are some things I know more than Sherlock."

"For example... some things that don't exist in the eyes of normal people."

Finally got to the point.

Ayatsuji Xingren's hand paused, and then he lit the cigarette stick as usual, exhaled a puff of smoke, and said lightly: "For example?"

"I have answered everything for you, detective." Mycroft shook his head, "For example, a detective like you who appeared out of thin air and can still see ghosts."

Mycroft's guess was folk exorcists, but he was a little off.

But it's pretty good, at least Yunjing Xingjian doesn't have to sell the script all the way.

"Also, Sherlock probably won't ask too much about this, he's only interested in your abilities, even though he knows," said Mycroft, "Ayatsuji pedestrians and Edogawa Ranpo, Japanese writers name as a code name?"

There was no trace left on the corpse Conan observed.

Even without the aid of equipment, this is impossible with Conan's eyesight.

Jasmine told them that the police were also very confused, and they hadn't collected any clues. There had never been a time like this when they didn't know how to fill in the records.

Walking out of the dissection room, Conan couldn't wait to ask Ranpo: "Mr. Ranpo, do you know what's going on?"

Luanbu nodded, still looking very unhappy: "It's a supernatural ability, if it's beyond your ability, I'll give you some hints."

"It's the 'perfect crime.'"

Combined with different abilities, a flash of inspiration flashed in Conan's mind: "Kutaro Oguri?!"

Luanbudao: "The effect of the supernatural power is...to eliminate all evidence of crime."

Conan lost his voice: "But isn't he also a writer's peer? Why would he do such a thing?"

Luanbu shrugged: "Didn't I say before that there are no real teammates?"

Conan's expression changed.

"We are all wild dogs looking for shelter," Luanbu opened his eyes, and pressed the brim of his hat down, "For certain things, we can do anything."

Conan clenched his fists and lowered his head.

This is simply a supernatural ability specially born for crimes. Without clues, detectives are not omniscient and omnipotent gods.

I don't know if the random ability can compete with that person, but this feeling is really uncomfortable.

Luanbu glanced at him, raised his eyebrows and said, "Are you going to give up, Conan-kun?"

"How is it possible!" Conan raised his head, and he looked at him firmly, "It is not what a detective does when he sees life being hurt and does nothing."

So is one of Shinichi Kudo's greatest strengths.

As a detective, he respects even the lives of criminals, and is the most sincere and sincere human being.

"..." Luanbu was silent for a while, then turned his head and said, "Don't you like Holmes?"

Conan: "Yeah, why did you mention this all of a sudden?"

"Then you go and make up with Holmes Watson first." Luanbu waved his hands, stood up and walked out, "Master Luanbu intends to act on his own for the time being, don't follow."

Conan: "Wait, why so suddenly? Where are you going?"

This person doesn't know how to take transportation, he will get lost!

Speaking of which, Ranpo couldn't be angry because he felt that Holmes was much more important than him in Conan's heart, right?

Looking at Ranpo's back, something flashed in Conan's mind.

He jumped up and shouted to the young man who kept walking: "I just think Holmes is better, you are too stingy!"

"Master Ranpo is the best detective in the world! With the president around, we are the most powerful detective team! I've had enough of you!"

Another angry sentence was thrown back without hesitation.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the two angrily parted ways.

Conan, with his mouth curled up, got into a small path, his eyes sank.

After confirming that no one was following him, Conan quickly turned around and followed Ranbu from another road.

That's right, the hint just now, someone is following them!And it's dangerous!

He didn't realize at all, who is the other party?

Angrily walking alone on the street.

From the perspective of Yunjing Xingjian, in the electronic map of the system, a new character label is circling around him.

The detective, who was alone, turned into a cake shop, sat down, and ordered something to eat.

But the sweets didn't soothe his emotions very well.

Lord Ranbu fell on the table with his upper body lying on his stomach.

"Stupid brat, if the president was here, I would definitely be better than them..."

Some people around noticed him—this good-looking foreigner.

"Hey, hello!" The first girl who came to strike up a conversation was a girl who was about the same age as Ranbu. She sat across from her familiarly and gestured, "I noticed you, I won't do this often, but ……I'm curious."

"My name is Lisa," the girl smiled curiously, "what are you doing?"

Luanbu raised his eyes to look at him, then lowered his head bored the next moment: "I miss the president very much, I can't see him here, and I still have to run around, the brat doesn't appreciate it, I'm so mad."

These words were almost talking to himself, Luanbu didn't look at her, but the girl was not embarrassed.

She seemed amused: "Can you talk to me? I mean, it might be a lot more fun to talk to someone."

"..." After burying his face on the table for a while, Ranpo slowly straightened up, "I am Edogawa Ranpo, the best detective in the world."

"Everyone who follows me normally should worship me, right? But that kid Conan has always been from Mr. Holmes to Mr. Holmes..."

Luanbu raised a finger, and began to rebuke more and more seriously: "Sherlock Holmes is only because of my partner. If the president is by my side, I can beat him at once!"

"Oh, if I understand correctly, is the Sherlock Holmes you mentioned the detective?" Lisa blinked. "He seems to be said to be the most powerful in London?"

"No, Lord Ranpo is number one in the world! You should be number one in London too!" Ranpo took out his glasses from his pocket and put them on, staring at the girl opposite, "If you don't believe me, I'll show you , use the one given to me by the president—”

The detective's voice stopped abruptly.

Lisa, the girl behind the glasses, smiled...with the deepest malice hidden in her eyes.