6:30pm, Royal Opera House.

All kinds of luxurious carriages stopped in front of the theater. Nobles dressed in gorgeous clothes, wearing sparkling gems on their hands, stroking their curly mustaches and sticking out their bellies, walked into the theater greeted by the waiters.

"Hey, isn't the board ready yet?!"

"The show is about to start, hurry up and get Mrs. Schindler the dress she wants!"

"There's dirt on the carpet and the floor, clean it up quickly!"

At the back door of the opera house, busy staff were coming and going. Amid the noise, there were also a few nobles holding flowers, who came to visit Irene Adler.

“Here, here!”

Near the back door, Sawada Hiroki kept waving his hands, urging Sakaki Makoto and the others.

Sakaki Makoto and his companions quickened their pace and walked into the employee passage.

They were feeling a little heavy, because just as they passed by Big Ben, they noticed...

There are only 8 minutes left.

There are 50 players, but only 8 are left. Excluding Makoto Sakaki and the other 7, who are the others?

Hattori Heiji couldn't help but start to panic again. He walked at the back, scratching his head and even his mood to solve the case became much less.

"hateful!"

He said angrily:

"If it's really He Ye, I'll definitely settle the score with her!"

The benefits of fully immersive gaming are many, but the drawbacks are also obvious.

After playing for such a long time, everyone has been completely immersed in the game, subconsciously believing that they are in London in the late 19th century, surrounded by living people, not NPCs.

So...

If someone is eliminated, the impact on others will be enormous.

In any case, Makoto Sakaki never leaves Ai's side, and any stranger who dares to approach will be warned by his eyes.

Thanks to him, Xiao Ai, who had just taken a bath and smelled fragrant, could walk safely on the street holding her white gauze skirt.

"Hey! Who are you?"

A middle-aged man blocked the way. He seemed to be a staff member of the theater. He stared at Sakaki Makoto and the others and shouted:

"Non-relevant personnel are not allowed to enter here!"

"We are friends of Miss Irene Adler, and we are here at the request of Mr. Sherlock Holmes."

Mao Lilan reacted quickly and immediately found an excuse:

"Mr. Holmes is out of town on business, but when he heard that Miss Irene Adler was going to perform tonight, he called and asked us to send a bouquet of flowers to cheer her up!"

Conan quickly raised the flowers in his hand to show his purpose.

"Friends of Miss Irene and Mr. Holmes?"

Looking at the bouquet, the middle-aged man frowned, but did not relax his vigilance:

"You guys are sending roses, right? As far as I know, Mr. Holmes is a low-key person and would never show his love in such a high-profile way."

"Huh?"

Conan was stunned. He was the one who came up with the idea of ​​sending flowers. According to common sense...

At this time, the NPC should have taken the initiative to give way, why did it change its temper?

Should they be allowed to find Irene Adler through illegal means?

"I say you really don't understand human nature..."

Sakaki Makoto sighed, walked forward, and put his hand into his arms:

"As a dedicated manager of the theater, how could you let anyone into the lounge casually?"

"but..."

"Mr. Manager, do you think this is a picture of Sherlock Holmes?"

Two one-pound notes were handed to the middle-aged man. The person on them was ******, who had nothing to do with Sherlock Holmes, and even the gender was wrong.

However...

"Ahem, it is indeed a photo of Sherlock Holmes."

The middle-aged man took the banknotes and put them in his pocket, adjusted his bow tie, and said:

"I believe you have a connection with Holmes, but you are still not allowed to enter the lounge."

"Why?"

"Miss Irene is putting on makeup and cannot be disturbed. If you really want to see her, you need to queue up."

After saying that, the middle-aged man raised his hand and pointed to the long queue outside the door. They were all upper-class people in suits and ties. Like Conan, they held flowers in their hands and looked expectant.

"Mr. Manager, please be flexible..."

Sakaki Makoto's tone suddenly became much calmer, completely different from before:

“Mr. Holmes has something of great importance to ask Miss Irene.”

"no!"

The middle-aged man flatly refused:

"The most important thing now is the performance!"

"This performance is related to Miss Irene's future development, and no mistakes are allowed!"

“So that’s how it is…”

Shaking his head regretfully, Sakaki Makoto waved at him:

"Mr. Manager, come here, I have something good here."

“Good deal…”

The middle-aged man's eyes lit up, and he remembered the 2 pounds just now. He thought that Sakaki Makoto was so "sensible" that he wanted to bribe him. He immediately became interested, walked forward, and stretched his neck:

"What's the good news?"

"Don't worry, I'll bring out the good stuff right away..."

Holding his shoulders, Sakaki Makoto took the middle-aged man to the cargo box. Taking advantage of the man's unpreparedness, he grabbed the man's head and slammed it hard against the wall!

Boom!

The middle-aged man's forehead kissed the solid brick wall and he fainted instantly without saying a word.

When he fell, Sakaki Makoto held his shoulders and let him sit on the wooden box with his head hanging down as if he had fallen asleep.

"If you don't accept my toast, I'll drink the wine for you..."

Sakaki Makoto patted his sleeves, sneered, and took back the 2 pounds.

Originally he had no intention of taking action, as long as the other party was sensible and could get through it smoothly.

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