Chapter 403

"So, how did you become like this, Shinichi?" Sherlock poured himself a cup of coffee and sat down on the sofa in the reception room. He crossed his fingers and stared at Edogawa Conan who climbed up the sofa opposite him like a child and sat down. "I remember you went to the amusement park with your childhood sweetheart yesterday, didn't you?"

"Don't mention it. First, I encountered a murder case on the roller coaster, and then I discovered an illegal transaction..." Edogawa Conan showed his half-moon eyes speechlessly, and waved his hand at Sherlock, "I became like this after the black-clothed man who was conducting the transaction knocked me unconscious and poured poison into my mouth. But I don't know why the poison didn't kill me, but turned me into a child."

"Is it possible that it's not a poison?" Watson put the tea on the cabinet behind Holmes and tentatively proposed another direction. "Perhaps it can make people rejuvenate, just like what you are doing now - this is the real effect of this drug? After all, if it is an unfinished drug, the mortality rate is so high that it may be abused as a poison by people who don't know the real effect."

While several people in the reception room were discussing the incident of Kudo Shinichi becoming smaller, William had already entered his bedroom carrying a suitcase.

"I'm already in Beika Town." William sat on the bed and dialed a number. "The curtain on the stage has been completely opened - the story of the first act has ended, and the final stage of this play should also be prepared. So, let's start by replacing the person corresponding to the code name - and he really knows too much."

"Old Crow left behind a lot of trouble."

A week later, the five people who had arranged false identities for the resurrected people that Moriarty and his team had brought back returned to Beika Town from Antarctica by helicopter, carrying fake academic seminar photos.

"Fortunately, the next schedule does not overlap with the special places updated by Mr. Sherlock and his team." Fujimaru Ritsuka fell on the sofa in the living room and breathed a sigh of relief. "Then I will go to watch Ms. Okita's kendo competition in a few days."

"Didn't those guys say that bullying kids is pointless? Why are they still participating in the competition?" Lansemelo put down the book in his hand and asked Fujimaru Ritsuka in surprise.

"Although everyone said that they thought I went to high school and transferred to high schools in various places early..." Fujimaru Ritsuka touched his chin and answered Lancer Melo, "But it seems that Okita-san and Okita-kun were accidentally targeted by the instructor of the Teitan High School Kendo Club. They said that they tried every way to refuse, but in the end they were still asked by the teacher to represent Teitan High School in competitions for a year."

"Is there any specific reason?" Olgama's attention was also attracted by Fujimaru Ritsuka's story.

"It seems that there are two high school students from Kansai who have been suppressing Kanto since they were young... But strictly speaking, Okita and the others are also from Kansai, right?" Fujimaru Ritsuka looked up at the bright chandelier on the ceiling in a daze. "In short, they couldn't refuse that teacher at all, so the two of them have now joined the kendo club of Teitan High School. Large-scale school or regional competitions are usually held in the summer, and this should be an ordinary social competition."

"I see." Kirshtalia paused and changed the subject. "Professor William seems to have deliberately slowed down the Black Organization's operations. Does anyone know the details?"

"Although I asked William for a code name, I haven't shown up there yet." Lansemello shook his head and answered Kirshtalia, "But based on the recent situation at the office, in addition to the fact that the Black Organization needs to check Kudo's house to determine whether Kudo Shinichi is dead and needs to act cautiously... the most reasonable reason is probably that they are preparing to write a script for Kudo Shinichi."

"Just like Sherlock became William's chosen hero for London."

Meanwhile, in the Sherlock Holmes office.

"...Is this how you planned to trick me into your plan?" Sherlock looked at William's new plan and complained loudly under Holmes's grip, "Why do you use the same method on this little detective?!!"

"Because you detectives are like mice chasing sweet cheese! By the way, Sherlock, what do you think of Brother William——"

The cohabitants of Heroes 221B, who had gathered together after a long absence, fell into the usual chaos.

"Quiet." Moriarty cleared his throat and watched the calmed people split into two camps. "Then, the division of labor is very clear from now on - the 'detectives' will pursue clues and decrypt them, and the 'criminal' will be responsible for preparing puzzles... and then, when certain special conditions are met, they can guide the boy to know our identity as red or black."

"Since you dare to call yourself a disciple of Sherlock Holmes, you must be prepared to catch Moriarty just like my stupid brother, holding on to the clues tightly." McCoff showed everyone a determined smile, "I know your expectations of him even require him to touch upon the Chaldea part, but if someone leaks too much information to him..."

"That's because you cheated, so you got zero points." Albert held the red wine glass and smiled at McCoff.

"Brother Albert, you have something else to do later, right? You can go back to London first." William showed a small teleportation array in the corner of the room and looked at his companions who were brought to Valhalla by him. "Moran, we need your help for the next mission - Dion wants Bond to go there as an organization member, so you have to act alone this time."

"So, you want me to snipe Gin this time again?" Moran asked, leaning against the wall with his arms folded across his chest.

"Can we shoot him?" William laughed and explained the situation in a troubled tone. "Whether it is the conventional way or the resurrection potion, it may not be in time to save the rescue target this time - this matter is a little troublesome. But if Moran can shoot Gin's gun, there will be no problem."

"Does Xiaoqin have a big follower following him?" Moran confirmed with William, "Then we have to consider the possibility of needing to shoot them continuously multiple times to make them drop all their guns. Although the sniper rifles manufactured by Held now have higher performance than in the past, there are still limitations on continuous shooting, right?"

"Send Moran two more guns, Held." Albert stopped in front of the teleportation array and smiled as he instructed Held, who regarded the new weapons he developed as his life. "After all, even among the current MI6 members, there are no weapons testers who meet your requirements. It seems that only Moran's data can be used as a reference, right?"

"But he will use the gun to pieces, Mr. Albert!!!" Held, wearing an eye patch, protested, "It has been like this for every mission since the beginning - and I am also responsible for the maintenance of his prosthesis! This guy will not only use up weapons!! He will also use up his own prosthesis!!!"

"……cough."

"Look! Moran is guilty!!!"

"But isn't it more important to consider how to get the person away from the scene?" The black-haired woman pointed out the key point, interrupting the chaotic quarrel between the men. "Gin is a sniper trained by Mr. Moran himself, right? That means Gin will be very wary of snipers appearing nearby, so Mr. Moran should increase the sniping distance to the maximum."

"That's right. Because we are all servants now, obstacles like walls are easy for Archer to destroy. So even if there are obstacles in the middle, it doesn't matter. As long as we can determine their location, we can attack." Moran nodded, agreeing with the black-haired woman. "It is precisely because I kept a distance that no one at the scene could take that person away."

"No, I think I know who Lian is going to let take the person away." Sherlock raised his eyebrows and joined the internal conversation of the first generation of MI6 members. "The young detective will bring the person here. In addition to sniping Gin, Sebastian's mission should also be to escort the other party to our base safely."

"Because he's a detective, he must be there."

Late at night on the other side of the earth, a blonde woman and a white-haired man walked out of a lively party in an intimate manner and drove towards the airport in a black car.

"...I heard that you made an appointment with that woman 'The Woman' to go to the United States together." The white-haired man sitting in the driver's seat lit up the cigarette in his mouth while waiting for the traffic light. "I thought the young professor would let you arrive in Japan before the immortal."

"No, it's because Wynyard is leaving America - that's why I'm going to America." The blonde girl answered the man calmly, "By the way, how did you learn to call her a detective? And my companion is a man, right? Although I have been a woman since I entered this world."

"You're going to find Antrim with Bond?" The man exhaled a puff of gray smoke and stepped on the accelerator as the green light came on. "I thought it would be easier to teleport directly."

"If it's just a normal data exchange, the problem can be solved by using a communicator," the girl replied.

"I see. This is indeed a mission that suits you and Bond." The man laughed. "It would be troublesome to approach them using your official identities in this world, so it would be better to just use your identities over there to invade their headquarters... It's an interesting plan. You are indeed a criminal lord who likes to make the best use of everything."

"Give him a message for me, Dion."

"Do you have anything to say to that math professor, Mr. Count?" Dion raised his eyebrows and saw the expression on Edmund's face through the reflection of the rearview mirror. "You don't have any plans to go to Japan next, right? Don't you need me to pass on a message to the Master for you?"

"I'll go talk to Ritsuka myself." Edmund stepped on the brakes at the airport gate and turned to watch Dion unbuckle his seat belt. "I only have one thing to say to that professor - I'm the Master's shadow, don't be too surprised."

"...at least you can ask them to make you a fake identity before running over there..." Dion walked out of the car and sighed helplessly, "Forget it, after all, he is the famous Count of Monte Cristo, he must be very skilled in doing this kind of thing."

"Then, see you in Beika Town."