Why are there only loser heroines around me?

But Ukyo didn't do that.

He goes out early and comes back late every day, which is basically the opposite of everyone else's schedule. He has changed from a self-disciplined person who lives a regular life and never stays up late to a bat that sleeps during the day and comes out at night.

But there was no one in London at night, so why would he go out at night?

Oh, no, after eight o'clock in the evening, that's when the prostitutes' business is booming.

Yanaijian felt scared whenever he thought about this matter. Could it be that Ukyo had become a gigolo?

One night, she waited for Youjing to come home, intending to ask him about this matter, but the taciturn man said that he did not become a male prostitute and that Londoners did not like it.

..........

.....

"That's pretty much it."

"So, I want you to help me see what Ukyo has been doing lately."

One night, Yanami and Sherlock stopped Ukyo who had just opened the door.

Except for Arthur who was out investigating a case, the others lined up on the battlefield, looking at Youjing with scrutinizing eyes.

Sherlock saw the half-broken note leaking out of Ukyo's shirt pocket, and he couldn't help but want to show off his skills to the people here -

"Look, Miss Yanami, there's a ticket stub for a boxing match in his coat pocket, which means he's been gambling recently." Sherlock rummaged through his coat again. "Okay, there's only one ticket stub, which means he's only been gambling lightly."

"A little gambling is just for fun, Ms. Yanami. Don't worry about anything. I occasionally play cards with the landlady..."

"Oh~! Look at the unhealed cuts and bruises on his knuckles. He must have used those fists to beat up more than one person recently. Combined with the boxing ticket stub in his coat, I guess he must have gone into the ring and bet on himself to win."

"Oh~! Look again, Ms. Yanaijian, the corners of his eyes are turned up, which means he is very happy to be praised by me. It seems that he won a lot of money in the boxing ring. You should ask him to take you to the Royal Restaurant for a good meal, and take me with you. As long as there is no woman named Mary at the dinner, I don't mind going out with friends."

Having said that, Sherlock touched the stubble on his chin which he hadn't shaved for more than half a month, and tidied up his shirt which seemed to have not been changed for half a month and was covered with dirt and grease.

I'm afraid that only by sleeping on the floor without taking off clothes every day can his clothes be messed up like this. If you don't know him, you might think he is a conservative aristocrat in the 19th century. Those people are quite afraid of water baths. They think that "miasma" is the source of all diseases, and hot baths will open pores. They can't stand cold water baths, so most people bathe very rarely.

Yanaijian immediately pinched her nose and moved away from Sherlock.

She asked why she smelled a faint sour smell as soon as she entered the room. She thought Sherlock was tinkering with medicine in the room. After all, in many versions of the story, Sherlock Holmes is a chemistry expert who likes to make various alchemical potions.

She didn't expect that the source of the sour smell was actually a famous detective who hadn't taken a bath for more than half a month. Fortunately, it was winter in London now.

However, no matter what Sherlock becomes, Yanami doesn't care. She only cares about why Ukyo goes to the underground boxing ring to fight.

The azure eyes looked at Youjing's somewhat disheveled clothes. He was neither elegant nor noble now, and looked nothing like the rich young man he used to be.

"Ajing~, don't we girls earn enough money to spend? Why do we have to fight in the underworld boxing scene?"

London seemed to have turned her bad, for her eyes were full of tears as soon as she spoke, and those poor eyes were forcing people to tell the truth.

.....

"Underworld boxing is very profitable. The income in one night may be equivalent to that of an ordinary laborer carrying goods at the dock for a year." You Jing acted as if he wanted to confess the truth, but what he said was obviously not the truth.

Because being a detective in "Greater London" is also very profitable, and it is also a respected and glamorous profession. You will even be treated favorably by some nobles, and if you have the opportunity, you can be awarded a knighthood by the Queen.

It makes absolutely no sense to give up a glamorous career and fight underworld boxing.

Volume 141: Chapter 4 Why did you do it too? (5k)

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The story began about four days ago.

Ukyo sat at a roadside tea stall and fished out a cigar box from his pocket that he had searched out from an alchemist's house a few days ago. He silently took out the Zippo lighter that was originally in his pocket and lit the cigar head with a strong flame in a very unsophisticated manner.

Although this is London, he often feels that the style here is closer to the postmodern Hengdian Film Studios. Otherwise, it is difficult to explain why there is a small tea stall on the street in London with a big flag with the word "tea" written in regular script on it.

Even not far from the tea stall is a "Shamatte Hair Salon" with a flashing neon light show. A steam puppet with not very flexible joints is holding a mirror to the back of a female customer's head and asking her how her haircut goes.

Everything seemed like a ghost, as if the temporary sets built for the previous movie in Hengdian Film Studios had not been completely dismantled, and the sets for the next movie were hurriedly built.

In the first few days after Youjing arrived, he felt that everything here was quite new, but after three or five days, he gradually got used to it.

His tea stall was only five minutes away from Baker Street.

At the time, Yanami was working in a cafe owned by a Latino woman, and he hadn't been hired yet... Tea stalls were a gathering place for London's idlers, many of whom liked to sit on small stools, chatting and sipping tea, trying to appear elegant. Ukyo's decision to fight in the underworld began with the day he sat in a tea stall, listening to the little shrews' stories about the devil.

That day, Youjing looked at the night market in front of him, which was covered with industrial dust and stains. The noisy voices could be heard from far away, and the streets were filled with the smell of burnt smoke coming from the chimneys of the cargo ships at the docks, which made one's head dizzy at the first smell.

The owner of the tea stall had a greasy face and a white towel draped over his shoulders, while people passing by wrapped their coats tightly as they walked through the thick fog.

Everything he saw seemed to be filtered through a grayish-white filter, except for the girl with long azure hair at the end of his sight. She seemed to be the only bright color left in this grayish-white land. Yu Jing thought that perhaps this was the reason why she was able to quickly get promoted from a casual worker to a regular employee.

He came to the tea stall not just to gather information about demons, he also wanted to see if Yanami was being bullied in London.

The pimps and dock workers passing by the tea stall were also looking at her. Youjing heard these people talking about how the most difficult woman to mess with in London was Irene from the Opera House, and the second most difficult woman was the pretty girl who worked as a casual worker at the "Meet" cafe.

The former can use her social connections to make you disappear from London on the same day, while the latter can throw you into the sea with a swing of her arms on the same day. Many people have rumored that before working in the cafe, she was a sailor on the ocean, served in the British Royal Navy, and killed an eight-legged sea king with her own hands. Coming to work in the cafe was just a way to retire after completing her mission.

The outrageous rumors made Youjing laugh. He guessed that there must be some powerful people behind the spread of these rumors.

For example, a local Grand Duke who has taken a fancy to Yanai...

Maybe he/she has spread similar rumors before, hoping that Yanaijian will not be harassed. Although there were no Nantong in Britain in the late 19th century, there were many women in the brothels.

"Are you here to see her, too?" A sweaty dockworker sat down at the table with Ukyo. He pulled a handful of crumpled underground boxing ring ticket stubs from his pocket and said to Ukyo, "This season's underground boxing ring champion gets that woman for free. You look unfamiliar. The fabric of your clothes is nice, but it's a bit tattered. I guess something happened to your family suddenly, didn't you?"

"Would you like to try boxing?" The man grabbed a handful of Ukyo's sturdy forearm muscles and said with satisfaction, "With your physique, you can at least win a few consecutive fights. Earning enough money to turn the tables won't be a problem."

Ukyo wasn't interested in the underground black boxing scene. This "Greater London" had many after-dinner entertainment venues, and black boxing was just one of them. What interested him was the casual worker's words, "Whoever wins this season's underground boxing ring gets that woman for free."

"Why?" Ukyo asked, "She doesn't seem like a commodity, and there's no indenture between her and the coffee shop owner. Why did she become the championship prize?"

"You don't understand this," the casual worker said. "This is something the black boxing boss acknowledges. He's very powerful in the London underground. Let alone ten female employees in a coffee shop, if the champion wants Irene Adler, the boss can also help him get her."

"In the black boxing world, the champion of every season can realize his or her wish. In the whole of London, there is nothing that the boss cannot do."

interesting.

In the original Sherlock Holmes novel, Irene Adler is an opera singer and the most beautiful woman in the world.

In this "Greater London", Irene Adler is still the most famous idol, but in addition to that, she is also the close friend of Her Majesty the Queen. This is known to everyone in London. Being able to use the Queen's friend as a prize for underground boxing... Youjing guessed that the black boxing boss was very good at marketing, or he was just an arrogant guy. Even the emperor of the underworld might not dare to say such a thing.

Underground...Emperor?

Yes, until now he still didn't know who attacked Arthur.

James Moritia, the underground emperor of London and the Napoleon of the criminal world, was once their suspect, but since they came to London, they have not yet found any news about this underground emperor.

However, intelligence often appears in unexpected ways.

Who would have thought that he would hear a casual worker talking about someone who looked like Moritia at a small tea stall run by a Chinese?

There's no apparent connection between the Napoleon of crime and a dockworker, is there?

........

...

That night.

An abandoned warehouse somewhere near the port terminal.

Ukyo saw Arthur here. He was shirtless, with a layer of fat on his stomach, typical of a middle-aged man. However, his upper body muscles were strong and hard, and his arms were wrapped in sweat-soaked white boxing belts...

"Wait!" Yanai, who was in the second-floor room, suddenly interrupted and looked at Arthur, who was listening to the story harmlessly, and said, "You did it too?"

Arthur scratched his head and looked at the disheveled Holmes standing beside him.

Several women and the bewildered Sakuragawa Kuro turned their gazes towards her. Kotoko asked in surprise, "Didn't you stay at home for half a month without going out? You did it too?"

Sherlock raised his face with a hint of arrogance. "Obviously, your judgment was wrong, Miss Detective of Tokyo. A top detective's disguise deceived a second-rate detective."

A vein visibly bulged out from the corner of Qinzi's forehead.

This was the first time since she entered the industry that she was ridiculed as a second-rate detective.

I really want to punch him...

"Don't get off topic!" Yanaijian stretched out his arm, inserted himself into the small circle formed by the crowd, and crossed himself out. "I haven't finished talking about what happened four days ago!"

Arthur waved his hand and said, "The rest of this isn't very interesting. It's just boxing. The three of us will do it together. Whoever wins the season championship first will get to meet Moritia. If we run into each other, we can help each other out and save our lives."

"Oh, by the way, underground boxing matches are no-rules fights. The fight ends when one side is completely unable to stand up. You girls should know this well-known rule, right?"

Four days ago...

When Youjing first walked into this underground boxing ring made of abandoned containers and a large abandoned warehouse, the first thing that caught his eye was a row of white tungsten filament light bulbs. His ears were pierced by the shouting, and for the first time, his nose smelled so much low-quality second-hand cigarettes mixed in the air.

He saw Arthur "touch" the ground and sit up, squinting his eyes.

Yes, when he first came, Arthur was defeated, but as long as he was not dead, he could continue to go on the stage, but he would lose his status as the defender and would need to fight again one match at a time.

This guy and Yanami pretended to be experts in boxing, saying that they were also masters of boxing. Arthur was bragging, but Ukyo didn't expose him. He would never expose his friends' bragging just to save face, unless they were alone together.

The second thing is...

On his first day, Ukyo hadn't even thought about fighting; he'd just come to check things out, hoping he'd get lucky and run into Moritia. When he first landed in London, he'd asked Yanami to write in his future diary that he'd be meeting Moritia. This wasn't just because Moritia might be the culprit behind Arthur's assassination, but also because he might be the manipulator behind their arrival in London.

Also, he himself is a Sherlock Holmes fan, and he is very curious about the villain who "dropped" into the novel.

The reason he was pushed into the ring was because a detective dressed in boxer's clothes, smoking a pipe and looking very arrogant, said to him: "This is the real Greater London, Mr. Ukyo. It's cramped and dirty, and it breeds evil people. Drug trafficking, smuggling, murder, and robbery are all here. There are casinos, brothels, opium dens, heroin dens, and low-level black boxing. There is also chaotic public security and countless evil forces..."

Holmes, who was shirtless like Arthur, stretched his shoulders and pressed a boxing ticket into his hand. He said solemnly, "Here's a five-pound ticket, Mr. Ukyo. It's my six-month rent. If I win, I'll treat you and Mr. Doyle to a meal at the Royal Restaurant tomorrow. If I lose, please win it back for me!"

Arthur trembled and pulled his arm, saying, "That's right, brother. Now that you're in the ring, you're a member of our team. If you ever lose, we'll help you win it back!"

Ukyo didn't think that the people in the underground boxing ring had any strength.

Many people here are casual laborers doing hard labor in the city. They have only strong arms, but here they are sailors and street thugs, and have no fighting ability.

Secondly, almost every boxer who comes here has been smoked before, and lack of physical strength is their common problem. As long as they can drag the battle into a protracted one, they can win even if their boxing skills are poor.

Besides, Holmes was also an expert boxer, and Ukyo thought he would win the match easily.

It wasn't until Ukyo saw that Sherlock's opponent was actually a hook-nosed Southeast Asian man, and the posture he took when he stood up with one leg raised was actually a standard Muay Thai starting stance.

Ukyo then realized that the sailors here were people who could fight monsters like "Sea King" on the sea, and the thugs here were tough guys who dared to fight with armed policemen.

Although they are all drug addicts and physical strength may be their weakness, Holmes is actually also an addict in the original book. When there is no case, he will lock himself in the room to "smoke opium", and he never puts down his pipe at other times.

Ukyo saw Arthur shouting at the top of his lungs at the boxing ring, waving the boxing ticket in his hand vigorously, his eyes red.

"Damn, how much did you bet?"

"Five pence, what's the matter?"

"You're so excited about 5p?" Ukyo was speechless. "I thought you bet your entire fortune."

"You're right, 5pence is all I'm worth!"

Ukyo: "..."

About three minutes and fifteen seconds later.

Sherlock was knocked off the ring in a mess. Ukyo saw him faking a fall and falling out of the red line. If he didn't do this, he would be hit on the chin by a punch from the Muay Thai boy opposite, and he would definitely suffer a severe concussion.

Just like that, the two old brothers who were counting money held his hands with tears in their eyes...

Yes, he joined a "small group". If someone in the group lost, the rest had to help the other side win it back.

Ukyo felt in his trouser pocket and deposited the two shillings and fifteen pence he had earned for his promotion.

The Muay Thai fighter on the stage is named Bayu, a skilled fighter who has already won six consecutive victories, while Ukyo is a newcomer on the stage, and the odds given by the bookmaker are "6.5".

The crowd looked at him with disdain, this fair-skinned young man who had just arrived. He pretended to loosen his bow tie and take off his battle-hardened peaked-lapel suit jacket, leaving only his shirt and black vest on.

This means that he feels that he can win the game without making any drastic moves, so he doesn't even need to take off his vest.

There were bursts of "Sh ...

On the other hand, the dark-skinned, strong man with his arms crossed on the other side of the boxing ring had a thunderous roar of support behind him.

"Bayu! Bayu! Bayu!!!"

Holmes said from the audience, "I've fought this guy on the block before, and I lost the first time. He's a Thai national who stowed away in the UK on a cargo ship. He had a history of crimes back in Thailand, and after arriving in the UK, he couldn't control his lower body. He broke into someone's house in broad daylight, raped and murdered two full-time housewives, and then got away with it. Later, he targeted Baron Josiah's wife and was hunted by over 20 gunmen."

"Originally, this guy was doomed to die, but Duke Josiah suddenly gave up on hunting him. The reason behind this is obvious: the owner of the underground black boxing ring saved him."

"This happened two months ago. I don't know how much money Bayu has made for Moritia. Several rape cases were also covered up."

It seems that Sherlock came to the underground boxing gym not just for Moritia. The criminal forces here have become so rampant that the police and the small nobles are powerless to deal with them.

Ukyo turned his back to Sherlock and cracked his knuckles.