Conan: I really just want to fall in love with Haibara Ai

"Huh?" Conan didn't react at once.

"At the end of the nineteenth century, the country gradually expanded its power in the course of the Industrial Revolution and became a powerful 'empire that never sets'."

"But the flip side of technological progress and development is that the class system that has been ingrained since ancient times has led to the domination of the country by the aristocracy of less than 3% of the population."

"The nobles enjoyed privileges that seemed to be taken for granted, while the people at the bottom did not even have a life tomorrow. People survive under the constraints of innate class.

Haibara raised his head and looked out the window, "Although there are great similarities, this era is more cruel than in the story. "

......

At night, there were still only two people left in the living room, Hiroshi Otoi and Conan.

At the appointed time in the note, there was a loud sound of horses' hooves and wheels rubbing the ground outside the door.

Then a young man wearing a mask that only covered half of his face entered the house, and his strange dress made Otoi Hiroshi a little confused.

Say yes, but his outfit is very similar to the Prince of Pleasure in Otoihiro's childhood memory.

Noticing Hiroshi Otoi's constant trembling, Conan quickly tugged on him and signaled him to stabilize.

No way, it's so funny.

When I saw the Prince of Pleasure, I thought of the terrier of "Rain Woman Without Melon".

"Please forgive me for wearing such a mask to visit." The man in front of him took off his mask.

"I am the King of Bohemia - Wilhelm Gottreich Sigismund von Omstein"

The name is so long, let's call you an iron egg.

The two who already knew the plot were not surprised at the iron egg's self-reported home.

"Worthy of Mr. Holmes, it seems that you discovered my identity when I entered the door." Iron Egg exclaimed.

Otoi Hiroshi blinked, did I speak?

He coughed lightly and motioned for the iron egg to continue.

"Sorry, the stakes are high, I can't find someone to come for me." The iron egg said in a deep voice.

"It's okay, just say it." Otoi Hiroshi said as he pinched his chin.

"It was five years ago, and during my time in Warsaw, I fell in love with someone [a woman]. Her name is – Erin Adler. The iron egg said slowly.

"Okay, okay, I already get it." Otoi Hiroshi waved his hand, "Although I haven't met her, she is a celebrity in social circles."

"And then, what handle are you holding by her?" Otoi Hiroshi said.

The iron egg raised his head, his face was dull, "It is a photo that if it is made public, it will be forced by public opinion to marry her."

"Hahaha, that means that as long as you dare to dump her, you will be in trouble, right?" Otoi Hiroshi looked at the excitement and said without hesitation.

"Hey... You pay a little attention...," Conan reminded.

"And then, actually, I'm going to marry a woman soon, Adler she... I threatened to send that photo to my marriage partner. The iron egg said immediately.

He didn't seem to notice Otoihiro's unreasonableness at all, as if he had been completely pinched by Adler.

"This woman is so funny..." Otoi Hiroshi smiled subtly.

Seeing this, the iron egg directly dropped a package full of gold coins.

Then he pushed a note over, "This is the woman's address, please help me get the photo back."

"Okay, I'll take your commission."

Delivering the iron egg to the door, he gently buttoned his top hat on his head, turned his head and said in a strange tone: "Good night, Mr. Sherlock Holmes."

Otoi narrowed his eyes and smiled meaningfully.

Watching the iron egg's carriage disappear from sight, Conan looked at Otoi Hiroshi, "What do you want to do?" Our goal is Jack the Ripper. "

That being said," Otoi Hiroshi went back to the living room and lay directly on the couch with his head up, "Do you know where he is?" Is the gender male or female? Is it nobles or commoners? "

Eh..." Conan suddenly stopped talking.

"What we can do now is to follow the plot arranged by Noah's Ark first, and maybe there will be some different discoveries."

......

Erin Adler's address

, who was still talking to Hiroshi Otoi just now, was standing in front of the mirror.

"Did I make up this lie too carefully..."

She gently grabbed the camouflage on her head, and her long brown hair spilled out, covering her smooth and beautiful back.

"However, to make London's number one detective serious, it is not possible to make up the truth..."

Then, she lay leisurely in the bathtub with her slender and white legs, and the white fog faintly obscured her graceful body.

"Come and see me quickly, Sherlock Holmes." On her slender collarbone, crystal water droplets gradually slipped down.

"Squeak~"

The bathroom door was pushed open.

"What man?!" Erin Adler shouted as she braced her chest.

"Sherlock Holmes." Otoi Hiroshi gently supported the beret above his head against the door frame.

"Why this expression?" Otoi Hiroshi walked slowly towards

Erin Adler, "I just heard your call to come..." "Cut," Erin Adler suddenly stood up from the bathtub with a smile, "I didn't expect that Sherlock Holmes would also sneak into the single woman's home in the middle of the night..."

Otoi Hiroshi pinched his chin, his eyes looked at her somewhat rosy delicate body unscrupulously, "165 cm tall, The leg length is 101.97 cm, the chest circumference is 88 cm, the waist circumference is 61 cm, and the hip circumference is 86 cm. I have to say, quite perfect body proportions..." Hearing

his words, Erin Adler stretched out her white and tender feet from the water, and slowly walked naked in front of him, "I wonder what else you can deduce from my body?" Mr. Sherlock Holmes.

"Ruddy complexion, heart beating faster, and there seemed to be some sickness in the eyes that looked at me, Ms. Adler, you are sick." Otoi Hiroshi said seriously.

Erin Adler snorted, as if her feet slipped, and fell directly into Otoi Hiroshi's arms.

"It seems that I am indeed sick, and I am a little unstable on my feet..." The

two of them pressed their chests to their chests.

Otoi Hiroshi naturally wrapped his arms around her waist, "How can this work?" If you have a disease, you have to treat it, and I happen to have some exclusive medical skills, do you want to try it?

She blushed and pressed her face to his chest, her fingers gently twiggling to untie his tie, "The bed in the bedroom seems more suitable for treatment."

"Maybe you're right."

He looked at Erin Adler, who had the same face as Yukiko Kudo in front of him, but exuded the temperament of Belmode.

He picked up her slender and soft body and gently placed her on the bed in the bedroom.

Just as he was about to bully him, Erin Adler's toes suddenly touched his chest, and then slid all the way up, supporting his chin.

"Mr. Holmes is really anxious ~giggle~"

[Question: Douyin always sees the finale of someone brushing the Qin Emperor, what is going on? ] 】