I got the Wenhao system

John nodded and said helplessly, "This is really saving the world, eh, Sherlock?"

"What does it matter to me, a high-functioning sociopath, to save the world? You sleepwalk in the middle of the night."

A certain person squeezed two sentences together without looking back, and said them to his partner and the consultant respectively.

"..." John spread his hands, "Let me translate, it's no problem for him."

Suddenly heavy footsteps sounded on the stairs.

The blond detective suddenly appeared expressionlessly, followed by his panting assistant.

Poe's expression clearly showed regret and regret: "Why did you show up after I finished speaking? I'm not good at this kind of thing..."

"Detective Ayatsuji, why can you run so fast?!"

"...Edgar Allan Poe," Ayatsuji pedestrians found Poe on the seat, pointed to someone who was still going up the stairs behind him, and said, "Lend me yours, and I will show a holographic movie to the British government , I don’t want to explain the setting anymore.”

slope:"……"

Mycroft, who walked up a step slowly, said quietly: "Well, Detective Ayatsuji, you have quite a conflict with your professional necessity."

Yunjing Xingjian: No, no, if you keep repeating it, not only is it easy to fall off the horse, but it will also be judged by the system to be in the water for more task points, and you will be punished.

No matter who is the one who speaks, he is himself!

"—It's still a draw!"

The shouts of chaotic steps at the side attracted everyone's attention.

The dreamlike client left.

After a lot of work, the hat was crooked, and the curly hair was no longer curled up. One of the two detectives was lying on the sofa, and the other was leaning on his chin and meditating there.

John looked at a lot of papers with orthographic characters drawn around them unconsciously, and asked in surprise: "How much have you two completed?"

Sherlock: "Twenty or thirty?"

John: "While we're watching a movie?"

Poe looked at him.

John coughed awkwardly: "Oh, um... I mean, in the past, I'm sorry."

The scene where Mycroft refused to be dominated by the supernatural power, he listened to the recounting of the scene he saw from Kudo Shinichi.

Kudo Shinichi's narration is accurate and unbiased. The brainwaves of the two smart people quickly merged, and an almost identical replica scene was built in the thinking hall.

If Yunjing Xingjian could see it, he had to go up and ask: Are you also a master editor?

Luanbu's vest was slumped on the sofa, and he said unhappily: "There is no more case, and we can't tell the winner..."

It's time for me to eat walnuts to nourish my brain!

Sherlock's eyebrows moved, as if he wanted to say something more.

Poe came over: "Luanbu, I have prepared a new one for this time to fight against us, and I will definitely not be able to solve even Luanbu!"

"..." Luanbu paused, raised his head, and the hat slipped down in this movement, "Poe, aren't you hungry?"

Poe froze for a moment: "Huh?"

It's fine if he doesn't say it. After saying this, everyone who had just been running around all night suddenly felt a twitch in their stomachs.

"Okay! Let's have a tea party!" Luanbu, who aroused everyone's appetite, jumped up, and happily pointed at Ayatsuji's pedestrians, "Ayatsuji, let's cook first!"

Ayatsuji pedestrian retorted: "I didn't come here..."

Tsujimura Fukatsuki: "Great! I want to eat the grilled lamb chops from last time!"

"You do it yourself."

Luanbu spread his hands: "You are the only one here who can cook and is pretty good, right? Or do you want to eat British takeaway? Or does the boss want to ask Mrs. Hudson to cook for us?"

Ayatsuji pedestrian: "..."

The fingers holding the cigarette rod trembled slightly.

The indifferent detective confronted the detective with a deeper and deeper smile.

Half a minute later, Ayatsuji pedestrians turned around.

His eyes were as indifferent as ever, his face was expressionless, and the knife in his hand was clean and sharp. If he was going to execute a prisoner like this, he would not feel at all disobedient.

The premise is that Ayatsuji pedestrian did not send the apron.

When a military knife was used in the step of breaking up the lamb chops, Watson still broke into a cold sweat for their meal.

Break down the lamb chops, remove the bones, marinate them with spices and garlic... I didn't expect that Ayatsuji pedestrians could do everything with ease.

Mrs. Hudson and Watson, as the only ones who knew these things, wanted to help at first.

Ayatsuji pedestrians looked at them fiercely, but they didn't dare to make a move.

"It's like that when he's cooking, isn't it more scary than usual?" Tsujimura Mizuki raised his palms to his mouth, and said the words of the second class seriously, "Probably some untouchable area..."

Ayatsuji pedestrian in the kitchen: "If you have a little knowledge, you will know that the sound insulation in this kitchen is not good, I can hear you."

"Yes, sorry!"

"No one has a taboo to pickle with herbs, right?"

"should not!"

After looking around at everyone's expressions, Tsujimura Fukatsuki answered decisively.

Ayatsuji pedestrian's voice disappeared.

Tsujimura Shenyue breathed a sigh of relief: "Great, there are lamb chops to eat!"

Everyone: "..."

Sherlock and Luanbu were still taking advantage of the gap to review the other party's case just now, and they had no time to use their mouths to piss people off.

I always feel that there are still many things to complain about instead of the lamb chops, but Tsujimura Fukatsuki was so happy that they also thought it was very good.

After a while, Mary also came with Rosamund in her arms.

As soon as Mary came up, she said: "Oh, it smells delicious, who is doing it?"

John took their children and was about to explain when Ayatsuji pedestrians came out of the kitchen with a knife in their hands: "Who's going to serve the dishes."

Mary looked at the military knife: "Everyone eats people today?"

This is it!

Mary is worthy of being a brave former agent, and she said everything that everyone wanted to complain about!

The aroma wafts in the air. Grilled lamb chops are the main course today. The perfectly browned steaks are neatly placed in the center of the plate, surrounded by vegetable platters that are sprinkled with olive oil and black pepper and sea salt and put into the oven together.

It was a little bullying for so many people to ask Ayatsuji pedestrians to do all the meals, so McCoff used his money-making skills and ordered some takeaways from western restaurants.

He originally wanted to leave, because he was not good at dealing with humans, especially Rosamund, an "uncivilized primate creature" who grew up on his minefield.

In the past, he should have joked that Sherlock was gradually moving closer to ordinary people.

But he looked at Ayatsuji Pedestrians and the others, and seemed to realize something, so he didn't leave immediately.

Steaks, fish and chips, pizza, cakes, coffee and black tea... The standard British dishes in the western restaurant are on the table.

Ayatsuji pedestrian's doll was confiscated to coax Rosamund, he picked up the cigarette rod boredly, looked at the child and put it down indifferently.

Tsujimura Fukatsuki turned around and shouted at him, "Detective, she likes your doll very much!"

"Children don't have the ability to judge." Saying this, Ayatsuji pedestrian walked a few steps towards the side, "But it has a bit of taste."

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a "whoosh", and the puppet drew a perfect parabola in the air.

The doll hit Ayatsuji pedestrian in the face and fell back into his arms.

"..." Ayatsuji pedestrians looked at the doll, then at Tsujimura Mizuki.

Tsujimura Fukatsuki smiled awkwardly: "Ahaha, is this an accident?"

"Accident? Watson is always like this. Her eyes are full of ignorance and exploration of things, but she refuses to take advantage of the opportunity."

John Watson said helplessly, "Sherlock, can I be called Rosamund? And she's only a few months old!"

Godfather Sherlock, who has already been smashed by toys countless times: "Then she has the hope of becoming a javelin thrower in the future."

John: "..."

Facts have proved that these high-intelligence detectives are not suitable for dealing with children who have no thinking ability and cannot judge what they will do in the next moment. Everyone subconsciously stays far away from Rosamund.

Only Shinichi Kudo came over and stared at Rosamund curiously: "It's so cute!"

Mrs. Hudson handed Rosamund to Kudo Shinichi: "Come on, try to hug."

Kudo Shinichi was stunned, took the baby in a hurry, and dared not move because of nervousness: "I can't do it, Mrs. Hudson!"

"What does it matter, you will be a father one day."

Ranbu seized the ice cream packed in dry ice early, and his face was full of happiness.

Edgar Allan Poe, who suffered from social phobia, was feeding Carl with dried fruits. Carl suddenly ran down from his shoulders, his little paws curiously fiddled with Sherlock's curly hair.

Sherlock's eyebrows twitched: "Please keep this mammalian carnivorous thing a little away from my hair."

Luanbu looked at him with an ice cream spoon in his mouth: "So, don't you remember what animal Carl is?"

Sherlock's expression remained unchanged: "It's impossible for me not to know what this little animal is, let it let go of my head now!"

"So what is it?"

Sherlock: "..."

His expression froze for a moment.

"Sherlock, you don't remember the raccoon, do you?" Mycroft raised his eyebrows and looked at his younger brother with a smug expression on his face.

Sherlock grabbed his phone and read the words on the screen: "Google search?"

"..." Mycroft spread his hands, "I'm not good at getting along with creatures on Earth."

Yunjing Xingjian:? ? ?

Why is this range expanded?

Is the earth too big for Sherlock Holmes?

However, it is really a warm scene for the detectives to get along in one room like this.

On the system display panel, the task completion progress bar has reached 99%.

Sherlock gave Kudo Shinichi one of his notes.

Kudo Shinichi held the book full of words, feeling his hands trembling slightly: "Really give it to me?"

"It's written all over your eyes, don't even think about taking it back, don't ask this kind of question." Sherlock said.

Kudo Shinichi nodded repeatedly, the smile on his face couldn't be covered: "Thank you very much! I will definitely keep my studies!"

Holmes's own notes! ! !

Go back and confess!

"Oh, by the way, the middle part is about ten pages around page 120. Don't read it," Sherlock ate a root of French fries, and suddenly remembered something, "I wrote it after I got high, and I can't even read it myself." Understand."

Kudo Shinichi: "..."

Well, how does it feel more real that this idol is not perfect?

Luanbudao: "I really didn't expect you to write this kind of thing."

Sherlock glanced at him: "Remember when you're bored, why don't you write without trying?"

"No, the experience is completely different. We cannot write the same words as writers. After all, words are the things that can carry the most thoughts in the world."

"Indeed, "The Human Chair", "The Twelve Faces of the Phantom Thief" and so on... You all have hats and glasses."

Sherlock didn't hide it at all, he opened the laptop and the search interface, and read openly.

Sherlock took out a few measuring cups and put them in front of Ranpo and the others: "Now let's have something to add to the fun."

"As you know, the amount of alcohol you drink to keep you at your best all night."

"Oh, Sherlock, it's this again." John looked at the measuring cup with a headache, "You made a mistake last time."

"That's because you secretly added John to us. My calculations can't be wrong."

Yunjing Xingjian should not drink something that can affect the five senses and mind of the vest during the mission, but the systematic alcohol shielding assistance is not bad.

In the end, it seemed that everyone drank some alcohol except Ranpo, who found it unpleasant, and Shinichi Kudo, who was underage.

On the way, Lestrade was also brought in, and he and John complained about Scotland Yard's problems for at least half an hour-in front of Mycroft.

When the last group of people became drunk, Kudo Shinichi helplessly found a blanket for everyone to cover.

Ayatsuji pedestrians suddenly looked at the clock: "It's time."

"Well, that's right." They all stood up and poked Kudo Shinichi in random steps, "It's time to go, Shinichi."

Kudo Shinichi was taken aback for a moment, and then he realized it instantly.

When he said it was time to go, he didn't mean to continue to solve the case, but to leave "this world".

"Is it so sudden, Mr. Ranpo?" Kudo Shinichi looked at the others hesitantly, "It seems that he hasn't said goodbye yet..."

Originally not from this world, leaving is inevitable, and Kudo Shinichi also misses Xiaolan and the others.

"I've already said goodbye," Ranbu pointed to the notebook that Sherlock gave him just now with Xinyi's surprised eyes, and said, "Didn't I also give you a gift?"

The name of the task item shining brightly on it is "A parting gift from Sherlock Holmes".

A detective's awkward behavior of not saying goodbye is clearly visible under the system.

After walking out of London 221b, standing on the street with many people, Kudo Shinichi turned around and glanced at the house number for the last time.

There was a sudden feeling for a moment.

It was in the shape of a child when it came, but it still maintains its original shape when it leaves.

The others walked in front, looked at Shinichi who was looking back, raised their hats in disorder, and said with a smile, "Will you be reluctant?"

"Well, it must be a little bit, but..." Kudo Shinichi smiled, "After all, I am Kudo Shinichi, a detective, so I can't hesitate."

The boy and the young man stood opposite each other, and said with a smile: "I have seen so many things on this journey, thank you for bringing me here, Mr. Ranbu."

Back in the park that appeared at the beginning, Kudo Shinichi closed his eyes under Poe's command, and touched the book again.

"...Conan, Conan? Wake up..."

I don't know how long it has passed, Kudo Shinichi felt himself being shaken awake, and there was a cry that he hadn't heard for several days.

Kudo Shinichi, who was still a little confused, looked at the blurred figure and murmured, "Lan?"

"You don't even know sister Xiaolan?" Mao Lilan nodded his head with her fingers, and said worriedly, "Really, you've been sleeping here for too long, I thought you were reading all the time and didn't call you, no It's such a blessing to have a cold."

"It's time for dinner, get up, Conan."

Kudo Shinichi was taken aback for a moment, and suddenly he woke up.

He returned to the original world, and also changed back to the appearance of Edogawa Conan.

The "Shen Xia" that was supposed to be at hand... disappeared?

But he was holding the notebook Sherlock gave him in his hand, which contained Sherlock's handwriting!

That is true!

Conan, full of doubts and excitement, finished dinner with Mao Lilan and the others.

He found a box and put the notebook away safely, but after thinking about it, he decided to keep it temporarily.

Then hurried out the door.

Panting, he stopped downstairs of the Armed Detective Agency, and he was relieved immediately.

It should... definitely not just a dream.

Conan ran up to the fourth floor, knocked on the door of the detective agency, and it was Akiko Yosano who opened the door.

"Aren't you Aton's friend, come to him?" Yosano Akiko let Conan in, "Wait a minute, he is doing his homework inside."

"Okay, sorry to bother you."

After Yosano Akiko went to call Atsushi Nakajima, Conan immediately saw Luanbo crouching behind a certain desk, eating snacks.

Hikari is a 15-year-old boy.

"Ranbu... Mister!" Conan called out the title hesitantly, and walked to his side, "You..."

Ranbu suddenly withdrew his hand and made a "shh" gesture to him.

"Although this is a detective agency, it's okay to say it here, but the less you mention, the better." As Luanbu said this, he searched in the snack drawer and threw him a bag of potato chips, "Just as you know, I know." .”

Conan couldn't help laughing as he looked at the boy cradling his head in a comfortable chair.

"Edogawa," the six-year-old Atsushi Nakajima ran out and said with a smile, "Why are you here suddenly?"

"Well, Atsushi," Edogawa Conan stretched out his hand and said, "Do you want to play football?"

Anyway, in this world, Atsushi Nakajima will not be taken away by others, and he still has time to teach him how to play football.

Although I know many unusual things, the world of Edogawa Conan is going on as before.

But a few days later, Atsushi Nakajima suddenly told him that the detective agency was leaving.

At that time, they were in the park, having a drink in the shade of a tree after sweating, and Conan was taken aback for a moment.

"The departure you said...isn't it just a move?"

"Well, Mr. Ranpo said that you know everything about Conan, so there is nothing to hide." Atsushi Nakajima nodded and said seriously, "There are actually many reasons. President Fukuzawa said it was to protect me..."

Nakajima Atsushi's identity is too important, and there are many existences like the one who controlled him and Koguri Chongtaro in the parallel world looking for him.

After all, if you get the book through him, you can do anything.

"That's what it should be," Conan said, "but... we just met and we're going to say goodbye not long ago, so fast."

He even saw Atsushi Nakajima in black for only a few minutes.

"There will definitely be a chance to see you again in the future," Atsushi Nakajima smiled like a bright sun, and he stretched out his hand to Conan, "Maybe by then, you will return to your normal appearance?"

Conan's normal appearance is ten years older than Atsuko Nakajima.

But he didn't say anything, the two children looked at each other and smiled, and hugged each other.

After releasing the news that they had to leave due to moving, all the members of the Detective Boys came to see them off, and several children gathered together and cried miserably.

"Dun, remember to come back often in the future..."

"The badge is for you to commemorate, don't forget us..."

[Task Confirmation: 100% completion progress]

[Confirm that the host vest exits the current world, and the host returns to the system space]

Yun Jingxing stretched his waist, and said with emotion: "Finally, it's another end."

"However... I'm occasionally curious."

The system said: "What?"

"Will I still receive the task of seeing the ending of Conan in my lifetime?"

The system paused: "I'm just a system, don't ask such questions that only the devil knows."

Yunjing Xingjian: "..."

The system strictly abides by the original work. It is estimated that he will have to wait at least a few years. After the author is finished, he and he can receive the task of the finale, or else they can only create it themselves.

This is one of the series of I and Aoyama, I and Oda, and I and Fu Jian... series.

This time his brain was really burning, and Yun Jingxing didn't immediately go to the next task.

Although some parallel worlds can only go there when there are missions, occasionally there are some fragmented long-term missions that can be completed without going to the world.

For example, Yunjing Xingjian is currently doing a long-term task——

Play the YGGDRASIL game with a certain player named Suzuki Satoru until the moment the game ends and the server is closed.

God knows that at that time, Yunjing Xingjian just exchanged a holographic game simulator from the system store. After all, this thing could not be done with the technology of his own world, so he was very curious.

As a result, the system gave him a task before the game was triggered just after lying down.

Hey, why did he say this English word so familiarly? I bullied him and didn't remember it for a while!

Because the timeline is different from that of the parallel world, he doesn't need to play the game for several years, he probably just jumps and jumps, and now it's almost time to close the server.

Suzuki Satoru, Gojo Satoru, and Mikami Satoru... He is also related to the person named Satoru, huh?

Before starting the game, a post with special attention to updates popped up on the system host forum of Yunjing Xingjian.

The title was especially bolded and reddish by the administrator, and the floor was unbelievably long.

Yun Jingxing glanced at it, and said with emotion: "Oh, the guy targeted by the Bone King is still alive."

He remembered that this post was just an ordinary post for asking for help at the beginning. Everyone was very happy to get together hahaha, and they also shared with each other similar things they encountered while doing tasks.

Many people suggested that the host who posted the post should set up a mission to ask others to help, but that person seemed to be getting more and more courageous, and refused to give up even if he was beaten to death.

【It's a full month today, and I'm still alive! 】

[Punch in, the time limit for completing the stranded task is approaching, I have already applied for an extension to become a long-term task, I don't believe it! 】

[The Bone King is a villain!I am a decent character control!I will not give in! 】

[I am trying to change my vest today to gain trust, everyone bless me! 】

[Long live the Great Underground Tomb of Nazarick! 】

...and just like that, the painting style has become more and more strange.

Everyone was extremely curious about what happened to him.

But after all, it is an anonymous forum, just like Yun Jingxing can't find the account of the guy who cheated him after seeing it...