Chapter 950 [Moriarty] Joins the Team
Halfway through his words, Noah suddenly felt as if he was teaching his psychic master how to do things.
It paused for a moment, then timidly changed its words: "Well, forget it, how about I do it."
"It's okay." Jiang Xia came back to his senses, withdrew his gaze from the manager, and changed his approach. "No need to stop the players on purpose - the details of Irene Adler's personality here should have been set by the uncle Kudo next door... If that's the case, whether you stop her or not, the effect is actually the same."
Speaking of this, Jiang Xia suddenly seemed to realize something.
He paused, raised his head and looked at a small door on the right hand side about ten meters away.
That door was connected to the path leading to the side door.
After looking for a few seconds, there was a slight click and the door was opened stealthily by someone on the other side.
Then, several heads of different heights poked out from the one-foot-wide crack in the door. Each of them looked familiar.
…
The players do intend to convince Irene Adler to stop performing and preferably go into hiding somewhere safer.
So before coming to the theater, they pooled their money to buy a bouquet of flowers, planning to bring the flowers with them, disguise themselves as Irene Adler's relatives and friends, and get in front of her to persuade her.
Just now, the players finally found an opportunity and followed the path to the backstage.
Unexpectedly, before seeing Irene Adler, he saw the "Professor Moriarty" whose position was unclear.
——Young Moriarty stood in the middle of the corridor, his dark-lined eyes looking accurately in the direction of the player.
Apparently recognizing them, the mysterious Asian man in British attire nodded slightly at them and greeted them elegantly.
“…”
A group of players had never expected this encounter.
At the moment of eye contact, some people instinctively wanted to avoid Moriarty's sight, planning to hide again and secretly observe this dangerous element.
Some people suddenly feel happy and want to greet this sudden wonderful encounter with optimism, so they plan to go out.
Some wanted to go out, while others wanted to go back. Two people bumped into each other, and a group of players suddenly huddled together in the dim little door.
Suzuki Sonoko accidentally stepped on an empty paint can, slipped, and fell to the side. Conan was also knocked off balance by her. He subconsciously waved his arms to try to stand firm. The bouquet in his hand, which was exchanged for all the players' wealth, drew an arc and flew out like a free bird amid the screams of the crowd.
Amid the chaos, the narrow side door was suddenly opened, and warm, bright light shone into the corridor.
A pair of slender arms reached in, and Miyano Akemi quickly grabbed the source of the chaos, one in each hand, and carried Conan and Suzuki Sonoko out of the door steadily and put them back on the ground.
The bouquet of flowers that drew a parabola did not fall to the ground.
"Moriarty" took a few steps forward at some point and caught it. The whole process was extremely smooth, as if the bouquet of flowers was thrown to him specifically.
"Good evening, see you again." Moriarty looked down at the bouquet, picked it up politely and sniffed it gently, then said as a matter of course, "Thank you for your gift."
Suzuki Sonoko looked at "Colonel Moran" and then at "Moriarty", her face slightly reddened, and she nervously adjusted her messy hairband: "No, it's okay, as long as you like it."
Conan pulled the crooked collar and corrected it firmly: "Sorry, but that was given to someone else!"
"Really?" Moriarty smiled indulgently. "That's really rude."
He handed the flower to the approaching player and asked naturally, "What are you doing backstage?"
Conan opened his mouth: "..."
...Good question, he wanted to ask it too, but unfortunately Professor Moriarty got there first.
"..." Tsk, come to think of it, this feeling of being interrupted when you want to make a move seems a bit familiar...
Conan thought for a while, but couldn't remember.
He sighed, straightened the flowers in his arms, and answered "Moriarty's" question: "To see Irene Adler."
Although "Professor Moriarty's" position is unclear and he may not be a friendly party, Conan is reluctant to answer his questions.
But on second thought - they met in a place like this, and the players even brought a bouquet of flowers, so their next purpose is actually very obvious.
In short, their plan could not be hidden from Professor Moriarty. This is a typical question that is asked knowingly. Therefore, it is better to answer openly than to be evasive.
"I see."
After hearing his answer, "Professor Moriarty" gave a flattering remark.
But there was no surprise on his face. Even before Conan answered, he had already stepped aside and made way.
Players walked past him unhindered.
…
Conan held the flowers and walked a few meters smoothly, feeling a little hesitant.
——It was so easy to pass?
Could it be that Professor Moriarty is really on the player's side regarding the "Jack the Ripper" incident?
"..." Thinking of this, Conan couldn't help but look behind him.
I thought I would see an empty corridor, or a deep and mysterious figure in the far corner.
Who knew that when he turned around, he saw Professor Moriarty walking at the end of the team, slightly turning his head and talking in a low voice with Suzuki Sonoko... This criminal mentor whose influence radiated throughout Europe had actually naturally integrated into their pure team of players. "Colonel Moran" followed silently at the end, like a loyal shadow.
Conan's temples jumped and he stared at the happy Suzuki Sonoko: "..."Don't bring such a dangerous person in!
Suzuki Sonoko was still laughing, oblivious to the worried gazes from the little kid.
Moriarty, on the other hand, noticed Conan's gaze and accurately understood his confusion and vigilance at the moment.
He met Conan's gaze and smiled, "I am also very curious about the woman that even Sherlock Holmes was attracted to - do you mind if I come and visit with you?"
Conan: “…” Mind!
Especially mind!
...But unfortunately, this is a public place, and they can't and have no reason to stop Moriarty.
in addition……
As a die-hard fan of Sherlock Holmes, Conan thought angrily: If I have to keep Professor Moriarty away at this time, it will seem like I am afraid of him.
Conan remembered that Moriarty had called him "Holmes' disciple" in the poker club. Although there might be a little bit of a wonderful misunderstanding... But no matter what, now in front of Moriarty, "Conan" is no longer just a person, he represents the reputation of Holmes, and he can't show weakness easily!
(End of this chapter)
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