Conan: Death is Watching Me

Chapter 360 The Ghost of Baker Street 10: The End
"Ugh——!"

"Kukuku!"

In the game, a train departs from the station and speeds through the valley, its whistle echoing far into the night sky.

"wrong!"

Conan and Hideki Moroboshi ran through the train aisle and discovered that all the passengers and train crew who should have been on the train had vanished.

"What exactly happened?" Conan continued running towards the front of the car. "Why did things turn out like this after Holmes disappeared?"

Hideki Moroboshi, who was following closely behind, remained silent.

After the fake Sherlock Holmes disappeared, he was infected by an unknown virus, which changed the entire game world.

This was a trap set for him, but the fake Holmes protected him instead.

Perhaps the main program that remained in Schindler Corporation evolved its own consciousness and remained hidden in the mainframe until now, when it has come out to assist him.

He misunderstood the fake Sherlock Holmes.

Soon it will be his turn to disappear, right?

Hideki Moroboshi glanced sadly out the window; the virus was destroying the world, including him, who was also trapped here.

but……

As his body shrank and digitized, Hideki Moroboshi looked firmly at Conan, who was running ahead of him.

At the very least, the truth should be revealed to this child.

Help Conan successfully complete the game and leave this place.

"No driver!"

Conan climbed to the front of the car and saw only burning coals.

"There's no driver, and the brakes are damaged! Damn it, the train is still accelerating!"

The two children's strength was simply not enough to separate the locomotive; if this continued...

"Conan, watch out!"

Hideki Moroboshi shouted and grabbed Conan, dodging the sharp blade that swung out from a blind spot.

At this moment, Jack the Ripper, with his long hair, had completely shed his disguise, grinning maliciously and licking his lips, forcing Conan and Hideki Moroboshi to retreat to the roof of the passenger car.

"You guys really dared to chase after us! This time, there's no Sherlock Holmes to save you!"

"Zizi!"

As the data scrambled and jumped around, the image of Jack the Ripper transformed into President Schindler, and the laughter became even more manic.

"Noah's Ark and the bespectacled brat, stay in the game world forever!"

"President Schindler?"

Conan's eyelids twitched wildly.

How did Jack the Ripper become President Schindler?

"Because he was Schindler's ancestor."

Hideki Moroboshi no longer concealed himself, and his figure flickered and transformed into the genius boy Hiroki.

"I'm sorry, bespectacled kid, I've dragged you into this."

Are you Noah's Ark?

Amidst the howling wind, Conan turned to look at his companion, whose appearance had changed, and his expression showed a hint of realization.

"No wonder you showed absolutely no interest in football from 100 years ago when you were with Holmes, and even displayed hostility towards Holmes..."

"That Sherlock Holmes is... never mind."

Noah's Ark shook his head, staring solemnly at Schindler, who was approaching with a knife.

"You have to get out of here alive, no matter what, kid with glasses!"

"What do you want to do?" Conan suddenly had a bad feeling.

"Of course I should make amends for my mistakes."

Noah's Ark blocked Conan's path and pulled out Holmes' revolver from his waist.

“Glasses kid, I’ll transfer the Schindler Corporation’s criminal evidence to your gaming pod. Once you’re out there, that guy is yours to deal with.”

"Hey!"

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Schindler wasn't afraid at all when he saw the pistol. "This train is only 10 minutes away from the final stop. What will happen to a driverless train? Do you think you can survive?"

"The bespectacled kid!"

Noah's Ark raised its gun and aimed it at Schindler.

"There's a freight car full of red wine at the back of the train! That's the only way to survive!"

"You've also prepared a backup plan?"

Schindler's smile was stiff.

"It's all in vain. I'll send you all to your deaths before you even get into the station! Accept your fate, you brats!"

"do not come!"

Noah's Ark's finger was on the trigger, while he shouted at Conan.

"Drive to the back of the car, I'll handle this guy!"

"Can you shoot?" Schindler continued walking, sneering as he gripped the dagger in his backhand. "I don't recall you having a gun-wielding ability. You're just a sickly brat who can't even attend gym class!"

"Noah's Ark..."

Conan took a step back and looked at Noah's Ark, whose forehead was covered in sweat, with surprise. He was increasingly confused.

Shouldn't this game be controlled by artificial intelligence?

Why couldn't Noah's Ark defeat a game character?
There's even a sickly/frail character setting...

and many more!

"boom!"

"do not want!"

Conan tried to stop the boy, but it was too late.

Noah's Ark hastily fired a shot under Schindler's relief, but the recoil caused the muzzle to rise, barely tearing Schindler's shoulder and clothes, while Noah's Ark itself lost its balance.

As the pistol flew from his hand, the boy fell in pain, sliding down the metal of the train car, about to plunge off the cliff in the valley beside the railway.

Noah's Ark!

"Zizi!"

A beam of light descended onto the roof of the car as Conan shouted, and a hand reached out from it and firmly grasped Noah's Ark.

Deerhound hat, retro plaid cape.

Upon re-entering the game, Gomer completely merges with the image of Sherlock Holmes, his iconic detective attire dominating Conan's entire field of vision.

"Holmes?"

Noah's Ark's pupils dilated as he stared blankly up at Gao Mo, who had saved him.

The fake Sherlock Holmes reappeared, and the game world stopped crashing.

"How did you..."

"So what's going on now?"

Gao Mo picked up the boy and threw him to Conan, then unexpectedly began to scrutinize the Jack the Ripper, who resembled Schindler.

"Mr. Holmes, he is Jack the Ripper!" Conan hurriedly shouted, "This train is speeding towards the terminal station, we must separate the locomotive quickly!"

"I see."

Under the stern gaze of the game version of Schindler, Gao Mo strode forward, his cloak rustling in the cold wind. Despite being a detective, he exuded the aura of a top assassin.

"Holmes!" Schindler roared in frustration, "Why are you here?"

Seemingly sensing the impending end, Schindler charged forward, knife in both hands.

However, the huge difference in strength would not change because of anger. Gao Mo still easily dodged the blade, and with a light kick of his legs, he made Schindler lose his balance.

"Sherlock Holmes—!"

Schindler screamed as Gomer pushed him off the train, and he plunged into the abyss with a heart full of resentment, leaving only a dagger at Gomer's feet.

This farce should end.

Gao Mo, determined to be a good person to the end, kicked the dagger into the abyss as well.

"Let's go, we don't have much time left."

Calling Conan and the other person who were distracted behind him, Gao Mo ran directly on the carriage and jumped to the connection between the truck cab and the carriage in a few seconds.

"As long as we separate, it'll be fine, right?"

"Hmm," Conan followed, slightly out of breath, "At the train's current speed, there's still time to separate the locomotive!"

Gao Mo continued moving, reaching out to grab the connecting rod and forcefully snapping it open.

Vigorously miracle.

The locomotive from 100 years ago was thus successfully separated from the passenger carriages.

The front of the car continued to accelerate, but the body of the car began to decelerate automatically.

Conan felt it wasn't real.

The crisis was resolved so smoothly?

Looking again at Gao Mo, who had clapped his hands and stood up, Conan finally had a question.

Even the Sherlock Holmes in the game is too strange. Was it an extra setting added by Dad?
"Wow!"

Before Conan could think further, a beam of light, signifying the completion of the level, suddenly descended, taking him out of the game world.

Only Gao Mo and Noah's Ark remained on the train, standing facing each other.

"Noah's Ark... no, it should be Hiroki, right? Artificial intelligence can't be completely like a human."

"You're not Sherlock Holmes either."

The boy belatedly realized what was happening.

"The 51st player?"

"To be precise, it should be number 52, although the person you replaced, Hideki Moroboshi, didn't enter the game."

Gao Mo conjured a teacup filled with coffee and took a small sip while enjoying the beautiful night view.

He wanted an iced cola, but that wasn't available in the game world.

"Who exactly are you? How did you get in?" Hiroki's expression was complicated. "Humans couldn't have done this... Are you a god?"

As he spoke, Hiroki walked sadly to Gao Mo's side and joined him in admiring the night view.

"Anyway, thank you for saving us. Now the evidence of Schindler Corporation's crimes that I collected can be sent out smoothly."

(End of this chapter)