Conan: Death is Watching Me

Chapter 357 The Phantom of Baker Street 7 Moriarty
"If you want to find Jack the Ripper, you'll probably have to go through Professor Moriarty."

Gao Mo's gaze lingered briefly on the buzz-cut boy.

“His confidants often frequented the bridge club in the city center, where one could try their luck.”

"Aren't you coming with us?" The short-haired boy, Hideki Moroboshi, stared intently at Gao Mo.

“If I go, Moriarty won’t help you.”

Gao Mo sensed that something was off about the grandson of the deputy superintendent.

His talent as a leader of children is evident in other children, but not in this one.

So this guy is an imposter, right?
An incarnation of Noah's Ark?

Gao Mo pretended not to notice anything amiss: "But don't worry, I'll protect you from the shadows."

Unexpectedly, I met the person in question directly.

He impersonated a game character, while the other party impersonated a player.

Judging from his appearance, he was originally supposed to replace Sherlock Holmes in guiding the player through the game, but he didn't expect this unexpected appearance.

Could they think he has a virus or something?

In some ways, he is indeed a virus.

Gao Mo reached for his waist and discovered that the revolver that originally belonged to Sherlock Holmes had simply vanished.

That's a lack of martial ethics.

How can the game settings be changed suddenly?
Gao Mo raised an eyebrow and glanced at Moroboshi Hideki, who had come to check the room.

Several young soccer players develop a great interest in soccer from 100 years ago, while Hideki Moroboshi casually flips through the files, eventually tossing the Jack the Ripper investigation report spread out on the table to his companions.

"Hey, look at this..."

“We don’t have time to waste,” Conan said, lingering for a while in the chair his idol often sat in, before turning to Gao Mo and saying, “Can we go to the bridge club now?”

"of course can."

Outside the game, Schindler watched the plot unfold, his expression growing even more grim.

This Sherlock Holmes is definitely the work of Noah's Ark.

Is this intended to guide players in solving the case?

Even if everyone else is eliminated, his plan cannot proceed smoothly as long as one player completes the game.

But it should be starting to work by now, right?
The trap designed specifically for Noah's Ark was no child's play; it was a virus he had been preparing for two years.

The more fun Noah's Ark is having now, the more desperate it will be later.

Schindler, with Kudo Yusaku on his back, gave a wink to one of the staff members.

……

In-game.

Bridge Club.

Hideki Moroboshi and his companions followed behind Conan, glancing back every now and then.

"What's wrong, Moroboshi?" his companion asked curiously.

"Nothing. I just wanted to know if that Sherlock Holmes is still around."

"It should be there, right? Just like in the games I've played before, it looks like an NPC who's helping us."

"Not necessarily."

Hideki Moroboshi's gaze turned slightly cold.

This Sherlock Holmes is not the original Sherlock Holmes from the game; he is not an NPC at all.

"I'll sneak in through the back door and check things out," Conan said, stopping the soccer boys. "You guys wait here for me."

"What should we do, Moroboshi?" The politician's son hesitated, watching Conan run into the club. "Should we listen to him?"

"Let's listen to him," the chubby boy next to him said fearfully, "He seems to know this place very well..."

"Hmph, what a joke!" Hideki Moroboshi glanced back again, and an idea immediately formed in his mind. "If you're scared, stay here. I don't want that bespectacled kid to take all the credit."

"The stars!"

The chubby boy and the boy with the middle parting hesitated, watching nervously as Hideki Moroboshi and the politician's son slipped into the back door of the club. By the time they tried to follow, it was too late, and they could only hide in the alley behind a streetlamp.

Gao Mo, wearing a hat, stepped out of the corner and noticed a carriage stopped by the roadside.

Although it had a strong historical atmosphere, he really didn't like this kind of environment.

History is often romanticized by later generations. Living in this world is not something to be happy about, just as most people wouldn't like the Conan world with its extremely high crime rate.

"Is Mr. Holmes looking for me?"

A withered arm suddenly emerged from the carriage, carrying a faint scent of natural vanilla and cologne. "What a pleasure to meet you. You're here for Jack the Ripper, aren't you? Is it really appropriate to send those little guys on their adventures?"

An old man stepped out of the carriage, took off his hat, and sneered as he looked Gao Mo up and down.

Moriarty...

Holmes' nemesis, similar to Takato Yoichi, is a mastermind behind the murder, but a far more terrifying villain than Takato Yoichi.

Gao Mo guessed the identity of the visitor.

He was a little unaccustomed to not being able to use his superpowers, but it didn't affect his eyesight or judgment.

“Those children are not my people.”

“Hehehe, I only believe what I see,” Moriarty laughed heartily, his voice hoarse. “Actually, if you want to deal with Jack the Ripper, I’d be happy to help you. When that kid was abandoned by his mother and left to wander the streets, I discovered his talent and trained him to be a top-notch assassin.”

But now he's almost out of my control. This series of cases is the result of the child going crazy after seeing his former mother.

Even if he goes berserk, he should still obey my orders.

Moriarty's smile was playful, with a hint of provocation.

"How about it? Want to give it a try? I'll put a message for him in tomorrow's morning paper. Can the famous Sherlock Holmes catch Jack the Ripper?"

Gao Mo ignored the old man's malicious gaze.

It would be ideal to know in advance what Jack the Ripper was going to do.

"Okay, it would be even better if you didn't change your mind later."

“How could I possibly go back on my word?” Moriarty grinned, his eyes filled with a fierce scrutiny. “Take a good look at tomorrow’s weekly newspaper; consider it a gift from me.”

"boom!"

A sudden commotion erupted in the bridge club. Moriarty chuckled, lowered his hat brim, and returned to the carriage: "Looks like the kids' gotten into trouble. See you next time, and good luck."

"Da da!"

The carriage passed by the club and disappeared at the end of the street.

Gao Mo turned to look at the club and could vaguely hear a series of fierce shouts.

"Catch these brats!"

They really know how to cause trouble.

Gao Mo's cheek twitched.

It's supposed to be some kind of super artificial intelligence, but it's still just a 10-year-old child.

This isn't helping the players; it's completely hindering Conan.

It's like someone who's really addicted to being bad at something.

They're not even as good as the two young soccer players who stayed outside obediently.

"The game is over!"

Inside the club, Colonel Moran, Moriarty's confidant, drew a pistol and aimed it at Conan and his group.

"How dare you! Tell me, whose men are you?"

"Is it really necessary to use a gun on a child?"

Gao Mo pushed open the door and entered the room, drawing the attention of the group of thugs inside.

"Colonel Moran, I have made other arrangements with Moriarty, so this matter ends here."

"Holmes?"

Colonel Moran, with his slicked-back hair, squinted one eye and turned his gun towards Gao Mo.

"You think I'd believe that? This is perfect opportunity to help the professor deal with you. You only have yourself to blame for walking into this trap!"

"boom!"

Gunshots rang out indoors, but to Colonel Moran's astonishment, his confident shot missed Gao Mo.

"what?"

Are you sure you're helping the professor?

Gao Mo clapped his hands to wake up Colonel Moran, who was sweating profusely.

"When it comes to Moriarty, you didn't even bother to verify, and just made your own decision. Is he really a trusted subordinate? Could it be that you have ulterior motives?"

"How could that be? I've always been loyal to the professor!"

Colonel Moran broke out in a cold sweat, gritted his teeth, put away his pistol, and gave a wink to the others surrounding the child.

"We can let you go, but one person has to stay behind until we confirm with the professor."

(End of this chapter)