Why are there only loser heroines around me?

Sherlock evaded the topic and continued, "Now all the gamblers are betting on you to win, so the dealer will keep losing money. If you win today, the odds on you losing in the next game will be 20 to 1, and if you can't hold out for even a minute, the odds will be 40 to . Moritia will probably intervene. If you play a rigged match tomorrow, not only will he be able to recoup all the money he's lost these days, he could even wring enough from the gamblers to earn the equivalent of a single ocean-going tea ship's worth of cargo sales."

Ukyo frowned slightly, "How much money can an ocean-going cargo ship loaded with tea make in one go?"

"It depends on the displacement," Sherlock said. "If it were the largest ship currently docked at London, it could earn tens of millions of pounds per trip. However, Greater London's current tea production can't even fill the largest cargo ship, so you'll have to calculate it in millions of pounds."

"How much money can be squeezed out of these gamblers?"

"Oh, the gamblers are just a small part of the group. The people on the second floor are the big guys."

As the three were talking, a strong and handsome man holding a Thompson suddenly broke into this "temporary circle" surrounded by sofas, with some admiration and envy on his face.

"Mr. Sang Biao, someone wants to see you on the second floor."

As soon as these words were spoken, the other two simultaneously revealed a cocky expression of "as it should be", as if they were showing off to Ukyo that their reasoning could not be wrong, and that Moritia would definitely find you before achieving the achievement of 20 consecutive wins.

The look in his eyes that wanted to stab someone couldn't be hidden. Whenever someone pronounced the name Sangbiao, Youjing's expression was as uncomfortable as the days when he found out his name had become "Youjing Ju". But Ujing Ju said that at least it was a normal name, but what about Sangbiao?

I sighed silently in my heart, now is not the time to worry about this matter.

Ukyo followed the bodyguard holding the Thomson upstairs.

To be honest, although he is a fan of Sherlock Holmes's detective stories, he always felt that the existence of the villain Moritia was very solid, and in terms of the three-dimensionality of the character, he was not even as good as Watson. His existence and appearance were described as "mechanical general god" in the words of later novels. Conan Doyle finished the book in a hurry, and he did not even explain what the evil purpose of Moritia, the ultimate villain, was planning behind the scenes.

To the extent that the title "Napoleon of the Criminal World" is difficult to support in the original work, and the ultimate goal of this criminal genius even requires subsequent fan works to help complete it.

It was precisely because of this that Ukyo once suspected whether Moritia in this "Greater London" world also had some large-scale evil plans, or whether he just wanted to be a local tyrant who controlled the London underground world?

It is true that controlling all the evil forces in London is not easy, which is enough to prove that he is a genius with a brain, but he is still far from the title of "Napoleon of the criminal world".

As he made his way up the stairs, Ukyo imagined countless different scenarios of his first meeting with this "super criminal," but none of them had the outcome that he saw before him—

She took off the skirt of the large evening gown she was wearing, leaving only the white lining underneath. She leaned sideways on a bright red lounge chair, her wrist gently resting on her neck, her lips unconsciously curled up, and she looked graceful.

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The room was lit with the fragrant scent of purple spices.

Ukyo subconsciously reached up to cover his nose. He could roughly guess what the incense was. Among his countless ideas, he had never thought that Professor Moritia would be a woman. He couldn't help but start to doubt the identity of this second-floor VIP. He did know that there were many gender-swapped second creations of Jack the Ripper in London, but in his memory, the image of Moritia did not seem to have undergone a gender change. However... there are many BL works with ambiguous boundaries. The number of them once made the weird CP like [Mori Tia X Sherlock Holmes] not so weird.

"You are...?" You Jing didn't know if his first sentence was too presumptuous, but it actually made the pretty lady opposite him burst into laughter.

"In London, there are still people who don't recognize me. Don't you usually watch opera at all?"

.......

...

Arthur and Sherlock in the audience looked up at the second floor anxiously.

Trying to find Ukyo's figure inside the many large transparent glass panels.

"Damn it!" Arthur suddenly cursed, "Sherlock, look, is that Ukyo?"

Sherlock followed Arthur's gaze.

"Damn it indeed, that appears to be Ms. Irene!"

Arthur was startled. "Isn't that your lover?"

"Not really," Sherlock said. "We've only solved a few cases together, Mr. Arthur. This Greater London is very different from the Sherlock Holmes stories you wrote. I don't think I have any similarities in character to the Sherlock Holmes you created. The only thing we have in common is our unparalleled reasoning skills and a bunch of bad habits like smoking and drinking."

Arthur pretended not to hear. He was not the real Arthur. If he blamed the author for the shortcomings that affected his health, then he should complain to the real author. He, a fake Conan Doyle, could not help.

"Ms. Irene is worth tens of billions, has long legs, big breasts, and a pretty face, and she even asked Ukyo to go up alone. Oh shit! She's drawn the curtains. Should I call Yanami? Hey, can I borrow your power bank for a bit?"

Sherlock rolled his eyes at Arthur. How could he possibly have a power bank? Even if he charged his phone, he wouldn't be able to make calls in London.

"Listen to me, this is quite important." Arthur stroked the hard stubble on his chin and felt that it might not be too late for him to go back to Baker Street.

"I've been pursuing her for over a year and she's about to succeed. If she gets snatched away by a foreign guy, the Japanese girl will be devastated!"

"You call Irene a big foreign horse? Ukyo made a killing by following her, okay? It's okay for Yana to lose to her... Besides, maybe it was just a one-night stand. Losing in a one-night stand isn't really a loss!"

"I can't stand it. Typical late 19th-century British thinking!" Arthur wiped his face and said, "No matter if it's a one-night stand or a two-night stand, as soon as the two of them take their clothes off, they've already lost for the Japanese girl! Damn! Their reserved national love affairs are beyond the reach of a Brit like you!"

"That's true..." Sherlock said, "Aren't you also British?"

"I'm different!" Arthur said flatly, "I have a Red Party membership card and I'm a Chinese in spirit!"

"Ha..." People can laugh when they are speechless.

........

...

now.

In the second-floor box.

No woman could capture his heart, not even Irene Adler, the most beautiful and feminine woman in London in the late 19th century.

She stood up, looked Ukyo up and down, scratched her nails at the waistline of his vest, and then took out a neatly arranged stack of British pounds from under the table.

"This outfit is old. Go buy a new one and have dinner with me tomorrow night."

"Tomorrow night?"

"What? Are you anxious?" Irene's white palm stroked from his waistline to his hard chest. "Not tonight. No restaurant in London is open. We'll have to wait until tomorrow."

"Don't refuse." Irene pressed her slender index finger against Youjing's upper and lower lips at the same time. "After this meal, if someone breaks your limbs in the boxing ring, I can save your life. All of you boxers will eventually end up like this. As long as you keep boxing, you will eventually be crippled. No one can always win..."

Irene's eyes are full of charm.

What he said was just an invitation for him to have dinner tomorrow.

Youjing had no idea what tricks the British socialites used to hook up with rich men. Could it be a three-piece package of dinner, gifts, and hotel rooms? Now that the gifts and dinner were already there, it seemed natural for them to go to bed tomorrow.

It suddenly occurred to Ukyo that Yanami would always hint at appearing at times like this.

But this isn't Japan, nor is it Shifugao, so she probably won't be able to interrupt...

No matter which woman it was from the past, Ukyo didn't want to have that unnecessary "social dinner" with them, so Yanami's sudden appearance actually helped him solve his urgent problem.

"Miss Irene, what is the incense in the room?" He did not answer in a hurry, but changed the subject.

"Nothing. It's not what you think. I don't care to use prostitutes' stuff." She reached out and tapped Ukyo's cheek. "I thought boxers all smelled of sweat, so I ordered odor remover in advance. I didn't expect you to smell at all. In fact, you even smell like milk, like a little boy."

She smiled and asked, "How old are you this year?"

Ukyo replied with a cold expression, "Sixteen."

Irene's eyes suddenly widened.

She looked Ukyo up and down again and nodded with even greater satisfaction.

Sixteen is good.

Irene reached for Ukyo's arm.

"A sixteen-year-old can't choose clothes. So, come to the opera house at five o'clock tomorrow and I'll take you shopping."

"..."

While the two were talking, Yanami was next door. Her box had no curtains, no waiters, and no wine, but the only good news was that the sound insulation materials in the 19th century were not very good. She put her ear against the wall and could vaguely hear the conversation next door.

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She wondered if Ukyo would accept or reject it.

But Youjing didn't express it clearly, but when Youjing was about to leave, Irene said, "If you remain silent, I will assume that you agree."

It turns out that this can be done.

Silence is the default.

If she had known that Youjing didn't reply to her before, she should have forced him to do the deal. If she had done so earlier, she would have definitely made an appointment!

........

...

After one hour.

199A Baker Street

"This is what happened." Yanami handed a bag of dried persimmons to Kotoko, wanting her to help him with some planning. Persimmons were not cheap near the dock, and this small bag of persimmons was more expensive than the bread that could fill his stomach. For Yanami, who was not rich at the moment, it was already a huge expense.

"If you ask me, you're just too passive." Qinzi, who had already washed her feet, lay on the bed, wiggling her smooth little feet. She opened her mouth and bit into half a persimmon cake and said, "How can it be so difficult to fall in love? There are plenty of opportunities for our heads to touch each other. If someone just moves forward a little, it will be a success. Let me ask you, haven't you two ever had your mouths almost touching?"

Yanai thought about it carefully, then said innocently, "It seems not..."

Qinzi rubbed her face helplessly, "Those with their heads together count too!"

"Well..."

“It seems to be true!”

Yanai said: "Last time on the Demonic World Train, we were leaning against each other..."

"Look!" Qinzi said with dismay, "If you had just moved forward, put your hands around me, and put your head against my chest, everything would have been fine!"

"It's a bit boring to talk after the fact~"

"I'm analyzing the situation for you so that you can seize the opportunity next time you encounter something similar."

Honestly, Kotoko has a good chance of winning over Miss Irene.

She had roughly known Miss Irene's fame in "Greater London" these days, and had the honor of meeting Miss Irene several times when solving cases for some noble dukes.

It is no exaggeration to say that she is the most beautiful woman in London.

A respected blonde beauty from the aristocratic class actively pursues an underground boxing fighter. Of course, she is happy. Although Youjing's main job is not a boxer, Miss Irene doesn't know that from her perspective, Youjing is just a poor boy who needs to fight underground boxing to make a living.

She did not just throw a handful of money at Youjing to ask him to sleep with her, nor did she send a few royal guards to take him to her villa like some hungry royal ladies. Instead, she asked Youjing to go to the opera house, and she would personally take him to pick out clothes and then have dinner together.

How painstaking?

If Kotoko were a boy, and the most beautiful woman in London offered to take her clothes shopping, she would definitely agree!

"Girl, you can't just sit there and wait for death!" Kotoko pointed to the wall on the side. That was Ukyo's room. Their small group who had fallen into London from Wangfujing in Beijing now lived in the same house. 199A Baker Street was quite large, with four rooms. Excluding the landlord's room, Komari and Yanami shared one, Kotoko and Sakuragawa Kuro shared one, Ukyo and Arthur shared one, and Holmes also lived in 221B Baker Street, which was actually just a three-minute walk across the street, making it very convenient for surveillance. Kotoko still didn't believe that Sherlock was a good person.

It is easy to say that we cannot sit idly by and wait for death.

For girls who have been in love, even only once, many things can actually be achieved naturally and easily, but for girls who have never been in a relationship, the most difficult step is the first step.

"What is this?" In the next room, Arthur looked at the pieces of maps and notebooks that Youjing was sorting.

"What I've been working on these days is a bird's-eye view map of 'Greater London' that's four or five times the size of normal London. But the roads here are too complicated, so I have to do it in several parts. It's not finished yet. Look at this, this is a map centered on 199B Baker Street and radiating outward for 5 kilometers." Youjing said.

"Damn! A master cartographer?!" Arthur looked at the clear footnotes on the map. This guy had marked the residents and uses of each house, and even wrote that alchemists and other sneaky people lived in that house.

"I really miss a profiler companion of mine. I used to laugh at my junior brother for being so obsessed with women, but I never thought I'd end up pining for someone else's woman one day," Ukyo said calmly. "Whether it's Sherlock Holmes's author, Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, or the super detective he created... you two don't seem to have incredible deduction skills. If either of you had better profiling skills, we might have found a way back a long time ago."

"It's hard to imagine, it seems like there are demons everywhere here, but I've been wandering around for so many days and haven't even seen the shadow of two low-level demons."

Ukyo sounded like he was complaining, but his tone didn't show any impatience. When humans talk about something emotional, their speech speed always speeds up uncontrollably, but his speech speed was very slow, and there was an invisible oppression in his ups and downs.

"Hey, hey, hey!! I tried my best, okay? Don't stress yourself out, buddy," Arthur said, lying on the bed like a loser, his hands clasped behind his head, and crossing his legs. "Don't always treat me like the real Conan Doyle. My profiling skills aren't great, but I'm not completely useless either."

Arthur picked up Ukyo's map and pointed to the spot on Mary Street where Ukyo had marked a car accident. "Around five in the morning yesterday, a murder occurred here. A four-wheeled carriage was inexplicably involved in a car accident. The driver and the people in the carriage disappeared. Only a group of horses and a carriage were left at the scene. The horses were dead, their flesh and bones torn apart. There was only a pool of blood, as if corroded by concentrated sulfuric acid. Who do you think could have done such a thing?"

"Some demon saliva has a strong corrosive power. The perpetrator must be a bit higher than the average low-level demon, somewhere between low and medium. It only killed the horse. There are no signs of damage inside the car, but the people inside have disappeared. My preliminary judgment is that someone must have tamed a demon, manipulated it to kill the horse, and then kidnapped the people inside."

"Otherwise it would be hard to explain why the people in the carriage disappeared."

Ukyo had read the news in the Times.

The missing person was Diana, the fourth daughter of the Cavendish family. There was no reaction from the old Duke. He had many children, and he himself might not even remember how many children he had. The parents of the missing girl were extremely anxious. They searched all over London for detectives to solve the case and even sent gifts to the police station.

The child's parents promised that whoever could find their fourth daughter would receive a reward of 100,000 pounds. All the detectives in London had been searching for a whole day, but still had no clues.

You Jing raised his eyebrows and said, "You want me to find someone? But tomorrow..."

He hesitated for a moment, then said, "I want to have dinner with Miss Irene."

Arthur suddenly jumped up from the bed, "Are you crazy?! Are you really going to eat? Yanai doesn't want to see you anymore?"

"Yes, of course," Ukyo said, "but do you think Moritia would listen to opera? He might have met Irene. You kept telling me an hour ago in the ring that there's no man in London who doesn't want Irene Adler. Isn't Moritia a man?"

"That's true, but... finding Miss Diana is like finding the devil. If we find the devil, we can just get a mirror and sneak back. In terms of the result, the two are the same."

It was already one in the morning. In fact, he would discuss the clues he found during the day with Arthur every night. They would gather in the underground boxing ring at night, but during the day, they each had their own lives.

"Do you have any leads on Miss Diana?"

"I found Howard's last name. His maid said that the Earl's eldest son has been disappearing at midnight recently."