"Conan, Kidd, did you see that? Professor Moriarty actually wants us to go to Dartmoor..."
Sakaki Makoto turned to Conan and the others and said:
"A villain is a villain. No matter how elegant he is, he can't escape the identity of a criminal..."
"But..."
"His men are so stupid, especially Jack the Ripper, who was manipulated by Professor Moriarty without even realizing it."
"Hey, hey, hey, it's already this late, why are you still making sarcastic remarks..."
The conductor was so anxious that he was sweating profusely and didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
He was just driving the train as usual and was supposed to go home to sleep with his wife and children in the early morning, but he never expected...
He was actually involved in a gang vendetta!
That's right, in his opinion, Sakaki Makoto and his gang were just a local London gang, confronting another group of forces.
"In fact, this matter is my fault. I shouldn't have given Holmes's pistol to Professor Moriarty."
Sakaki Makoto stood up and patted the conductor on the shoulder:
"I'm sorry for putting you in danger for no reason. You see they have so many guns. We are obviously no match for them. It's better not to resist. Just put your head down and squat."
The conductor exerted a little force with his palm and felt a pain in his shoulder. He seemed to understand what Sakaki Makoto meant with a grimace and squatted down without hesitation.
"That's right..."
Sakaki Makoto nodded in satisfaction, looked back at Conan and the others, grabbed the revolver on the table, and slowly raised the muzzle in full view of everyone...
Aim at your own head.
"What are you going to do?!"
The noble standing next to Sakaki Makoto was startled and quickly shouted:
"Put down the gun!"
"Shh..."
Putting his finger on his lips, Sakaki closed his eyes and whispered:
"Listen, the gunshots sounded at the execution ground, Tosca was crying, the white doves were flying, for whom the bell tolled?"
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