Why are there only loser heroines around me?

Jack said disdainfully, "If you knew what that guy is doing, you would never ask me this. All of Moritia's admirers are paranoid lunatics. I'm just ten perverted murderers, but I'm definitely not a lunatic. That guy's fanatical admirers are people who would sacrifice their lives for his great lies. I'm not a fool. There's no need to risk my life for a paranoid lunatic!"

There is a lot of information in this sentence.

Ukyo locked onto two words.

The Great Plan and Paranoia

"What is his grand plan?"

"I don't know the details, but I do know he's tirelessly bringing people from another world into London. The sweet potato vendor at the entrance to Baker Street keeps saying things like he wants to go home. He was captured by Moritia. And then there are the tea stalls in London that shouldn't even exist, the robot barbershop... Many of the shops you see every day are owned by outsiders who have made it big in London."

"Of course..." Old Jack suddenly sneered, "Those beggars and homeless people who suddenly appeared one day, they are also outsiders."

Ukyo's brows were furrowed tightly.

Why does Moritia capture people from the real world?

Expanding the virtual world population?

Then he should protect women and children more, implement more policies to encourage childbirth, and how many people can be brought in by forced immigration that expands the population by capturing people from the real world?

..........

.....

After one hour.

Hyde Park, in front of the Queen's Theatre.

Ukyo had been to His Majesty's Theatre, which was renamed after the Queen's Theatre. He vaguely remembered that he was ordered to come here to investigate a target who was suspected to be a half-blood. In the end, he found out that the target was just an opera singer who liked to take some drugs before going on stage. He had the bloodline, but the concentration was very low and could not even stimulate the word spirit.

When he came, this place was already a Grade II heritage site in the UK. The British government seemed to have expanded it. Youjing remembered that this place was very big when he came last time.

But now...

The lights cast mottled shadows on the exquisite cast iron railings and carved lintels, and rows of gas lamps or emerging electric lights illuminated the entrance as bright as day... Although it looked beautiful, Youjing always felt that the entrance of the theater was like a larger circus, which only lacked a stage to watch the monkey show. It was the gentlemen in tuxedos who came and went and passed by continuously that made this place look high-end.

His mind was still on what Jack had told him not long ago about Moritia, so he didn't even notice Miss Irene walking towards him.

The haute couture purple princess dress and the blood-red rose brooch, the overall dark combination seems to be blending into the darkening night.

"You're here." Miss Irene's voice was soft and magnetic.

She passed her arm through the gap between Youjing's right arm and his waist, and held him firmly and naturally. "Dear~, you look very handsome in your police uniform~"

at the same time.

Someone's heart is aching.

She was in the tailor shop opposite the opera house pretending to choose clothes with Miss Kotoko, but in fact she was always keeping an eye on the entrance of the opera house. At this moment, Yana was clenching her fists, her face was a little pale, and her stomachache was coming slowly like a gurgling stream, making it a little difficult for her to stand.

"Don't be nervous," Kotoko said. "It's just an arm around someone. It's very normal in British social circles."

"But..." Yanami stared at Kotoko and said, "She even called me dear."

"It's nothing." Kotoko forced a smile, cold sweat dripping from her forehead. "Those upper-class socialites call a man they like that. Calm down. This is England, not Japan."

Yanai suddenly asked as if she remembered something, "Is kissing considered etiquette in the UK?"

Oh! Damn British etiquette! Qinzi's mind stopped beating for a moment. The British really do have kissing etiquette.

"It's okay, it's okay." Kotoko patted Yanami's back to help her calm down. "Kissing etiquette is mainly between superiors and subordinates, and also between elders and couples. They have very close relationships! Don't worry, if Irene dares to force a kiss, Ukyo will throw her over his shoulder. You've been with Ukyo for so long, don't you know him well?"

Volume 148: Chapter 5 Did I miss a chapter? (k)

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Matters of the heart mainly depend on the person involved. Persuading someone to confess their feelings is actually a very stupid act. Youjing has a deep understanding of this, but sometimes there are always situations where others think they have to "rush forward". This kind of situation often occurs when the person involved feels that they have a sure win, but the bystanders feel that there is a high probability of losing.

Such as now.

"I think London is a great place to confess, Yana~" Kotoko's expression was very serious. She was afraid that Yana wouldn't be able to tell from her serious expression. Because her artificial eye had been very stiff since it was repaired and wouldn't move, it made it difficult for her to express her emotions, so she said a lot more -

"It's hard for modern people to find a better place than 19th-century London. Whether it's the Tokyo Skytree or Beijing's now-collapsed canopy...or a snowy night in Hokkaido or cherry blossom season in Toyohashi, nothing compares to Victorian London, a place that can no longer be replicated and has vanished into history."

"So if you want to talk to Ukyo about something, maybe today is a good opportunity."

Yanami: “…”

The opportunity you are prepared for is the real opportunity.

Speaking hastily and hastily should be a sign of failure, right?

......

...

The gas lamps on both sides of the street emitted a dim light, as if covered by a hazy gauze. Ukyo and Miss Irene walked side by side into a suit shop. He knew that he and Yana were following him.

Their tracking skills are pretty good. After all, they are all experienced "old detectives" who understand the basic principles of tracking at a distance of no more than 15 meters and not looking directly at other people's backs.

The only pity was that Ukyo had already memorized both of their breathing patterns.

...

Inside the suit shop, all kinds of men's clothing hang on the walls, and the air is filled with the unique aroma of high-quality fabrics.

Youjing was wearing a well-fitting dark suit and standing in front of the mirror. Miss Irene stood beside him sideways, adjusting his bow tie. Youjing noticed that Irene always turned her left side towards him. He had heard some women say before that if a woman often faces you with a certain fixed side face, it must be that she thinks this side of her face is more beautiful.

Ukyo understood.

It seems that Miss Irene likes her left cheek more.

Yanami's face was pressed against the French window of the suit shop.

She seemed to have laid her cards on the table, telling Youjing clearly that she would keep an eye on him all the way, forever, and that he was not allowed to use the investigation of Moritia's affairs as an excuse to have any ambiguous behavior with Miss Irene.

Kotoko felt that it would be very easy for a girl like Yanami, who could show her emotions on her face, to win someone over. If she had to blame anyone, she could only blame her for being too reserved in her emotions. Also, a man like Ukyo, who seemed to have practiced the meditation techniques of an old monk, was a very rare and difficult species to conquer in the world.

Even if a stripper sang obscene words and moved her hips beside him, he would remain indifferent.

The indifference here does not mean that there are dirty thoughts in the heart but the body is unmoved, but that from the heart to the body, everything is pure, transparent and indifferent.

When many little boys love to watch anime, the ceiling of the middle school Sigma man they imagine is probably someone like Ukyo... He has a miserable life experience, so he has no feelings towards anything in the world, and at the same time he has unparalleled martial arts skills.

A miserable life experience is not a demerit but a plus in the eyes of a middle school boy.

Kotoko once asked Kuro what his first impression of Ukyo was.

Kuro Sakuragawa said that the man looked like the second male lead from an old anime with a dark, middle school mentality, and there would definitely be no such person in real life.

As for why he is the second male lead.

Because the male protagonist usually has to be righteous, sunny and kind, but the character of the second male lead is more flexible. Sakuragawa Kuro is talking about normal youth anime, the audience age is about 12 to 18 years old, not the bloody anime like "The Royal Knights Ecclesiarchy" that is positioned at 18+.

"What was your first impression of Ukyo?" Kotoko suddenly asked, standing at the door of the suit shop with her arms folded, waiting with Yanami.

"Me?" Yanami pointed at the tip of his nose. "When I met Ukyo, he wasn't famous yet. He was just an ordinary person on the outside of the class. He didn't talk much and didn't interact with his classmates. But surprisingly, he was a top student. You know... it's hard for top students to marginalize themselves, but Ukyo managed it."

Marginalization....

That's right.

That's the word.

Kotoko looked inside the suit shop.

I suppose Miss Irene must have noticed this too? The "resistance field" around him was clearly there. Wouldn't it be a bit rude to move closer?

However, Irene Adler, who mingled in upper-class social circles, didn't care about this at all. She had a calm smile on her face from beginning to end, as if she had everything under control. It was difficult for others to infer the real intention behind this smile.

Maybe it would be a wonderful one-night stand with Ukyo.

Maybe she sees it as a place for the "Mr." who will spend the rest of his life with her in the future.

It may also be that she just wants to have a meal with him to test whether there is any possibility of dating.

Or you can expand your circle of friends and meet new friends over a meal.

A meal + a decent set of clothes + a gentle and sweet tone...

These three are the usual tricks of some British upper-class socialites.

There is no need to sell your body to the lower class. Just a little favor is enough to make these black boxing guys who have never tasted the tenderness and love of a woman work for you wholeheartedly.

So maybe....

Irene Adler had bad intentions from the start.

........

......

The restaurant is elegantly decorated with famous oil paintings hanging on the walls.

"This is a hay cart." Irene noticed Youjing's gaze, and thinking that he was just an underground black boxer with limited knowledge, Irene couldn't help but explain to him. Just as people with martial arts like to show off their martial arts, knowledge and experience are also things that can be shown off.

"It was painted by John Constable in 1821."

"I know," Ukyo interrupted abruptly. "A hay cart was crossing the river, and the driver was carefully driving the strong horses... In 1824, it was exhibited at the Paris Salon. Constable became famous in Paris because of this painting."

"As for the painting on the wall...even though this is the royal dining room near the Queen's estate, it can't be an authentic painting."

Irene was stunned for a moment.

She didn't know why an underground black boxer would understand art. In her stereotype, the entertainment of underground black boxers should be women, wine and drugs. They should often go to brothels and have a strong smell of roasted tobacco on their bodies.

Their minds should not be filled with anything related to art.

Irene thought he might have done his homework in advance.

For example...he had deliberately learned about certain works of art in preparation for today's dinner, and just now, his action of consciously or unconsciously glancing at the paintings was to guide himself to ask questions.

"Ha~" Irene sneered in her heart. She pointed at another painting in the restaurant and asked, trying to expose Ukyo's lie.

In the painting, a farmer is busy in the fields. Brilliant sunlight shines through thick clouds onto the fertile land. A gentle breeze rustles the branches of an old oak tree, and beneath the tree, a young shepherd boy drinks from the clear river water.

Ukyo said calmly, "The Wheat Field, the artist is still John Constable, painted in 1826."

For some reason, a trace of anger flashed across Irene's brow.

"this!"

She pointed to a painting far off in the distance that showed a damaged warship.

"Miss Irene... That's 'The Decommissioned Battleship USS Tiemerel,' written by Joseph."

"What is the author's full name?"

"Joseph Mallord William Turner." Ukyo enunciated each word.

——Under the setting sun, on the calm sea, the battleship Tiemerel was being towed back to the dock for dismantling by a steam-powered ship, like a retired veteran.

"The highlight of this painting is the captivating play of light and color at sunset. Few 19th-century painters could have used color so subtly. The sunset, as if sprinkled with fluorescent powder, is dazzling and radiant, while also illuminating the damaged warships in the distance. It is both majestic and charmingly romantic."

Miss Irene seemed completely furious.

"The Grand Canal of Venice." Before he could ask, Ukyo answered, "This is the only landscape painting left in the restaurant, but not far away is the Lost Fairy and 'Greek Girl Picking Pebbles on the Seashore.' I guess the reason for your anger must be that this date was beyond your control. You should have been showing off your knowledge in front of an underground black boxer who had never seen the upper class, instead of being shown off by others."

Ukyo's tone was calm and steady. Kotoko's mouth twitched as she listened from a distance, thinking that this guy really knew how to talk. Yana saw that he couldn't stop smiling. He was so frank with a strange woman, which made people feel uncomfortable.

"--call."

Irene let out a long breath.

She had no need to be angry.

Ukyo showed a side beyond common sense, which made her plan of showing off fail, but it didn't matter. He understood art, which further demonstrated the excellence of her vision.

But at this moment, Irene has fallen into a kind of "proof trap."

She began to ask Youjing questions non-stop, hoping to touch upon areas that he didn't understand.

"Have you heard of the Emerald Jade Record?"

"I know. It's a European alchemical document. Newton translated it. Two hundred years ago, in Britain, there wasn't a clear distinction between science and theology, and many scientists were theologians."

"Well, I admit that you are very knowledgeable, Mr. Youjing, but just because you have heard of the Jade Record doesn't mean you have read it. If you can tell me a small part of it..."

Irene's address has changed from "you" to "you", and the suffix "Mr." has been unconsciously added.

"You've asked a lot of questions tonight." You Jing paused, "Why don't I ask you one too?"

"Okay." Irene's desire to win suddenly rose.

She thought Ukyo's questions would be tricky artistic questions from some angle, perhaps even wild ones, but she didn't expect that this man's questions had nothing to do with all the topics they had chatted about before. It seemed that he gave her so many questions just to get the answer to the next question -