Why are there only loser heroines around me?

"Do you know Professor James Moritia?"

Irene Adler, holding her glass of wine, stopped abruptly in mid-air.

Qinzi, who was in the distance, was also holding a wine glass. The red wine choked her throat and slid down the corner of her lips into her collar.

Yanai seemed to have expected this, and helplessly held his forehead and said, "I knew it..."

...

Irene was slightly startled, but quickly regained her composure. He looked at Ukyo, his eyes growing more interested. "So, you're not an underground boxer, nor a police officer. You're a detective!"

In London, only countless detectives were asking around as if they were obsessed with this name.

She seemed to have finally seen the essence of the matter through the layers of fog, and a smug smile appeared on the corners of her lips.

"You guessed wrong. I am really a policeman, a criminal detective."

When you are living in a foreign country, your identity is flexible. As long as you have two different identities, you can always be invincible in the "guessing game".

The corners of Irene's eyes narrowed.

"He's actually a boring detective."

She changed the subject and said:

"I remember... you've already won 19 consecutive games in the underground boxing ring? That guy hasn't come out yet?"

You Jing said, "This is also what I'm confused about. Tonight... after this meal, I have to go on stage again, but no one has contacted me. The person I'm fighting tonight is the champion of the previous season. Logically..."

Halfway through his words, Youjing saw very clearly that Miss Irene's eyebrows and the corners of her lips curled up, just like a shrewd and experienced captain who smelled the tide of money in the sea breeze.

"Since he didn't choose you, then fight for me!" Irene said, "Tonight I'll use all my savings to bet on you to lose! We'll split the proceeds 46/: you take % and I take %!"

Ukyo was silent, as if something had suddenly occurred to him.

"What's wrong?" Irene frowned slightly. "You're not thinking about how to win, are you? Wake up, you're an underground boxer. There are no gold belts awarded for the seasonal champion there. Fighting underground is all about making money! Winning or losing is irrelevant."

"No, I just suddenly understood something..." Youjing's gaze suddenly turned back.

"How much are you going to bet on me?"

"Twenty million pounds, Mr. Ukyo."

Ukyo laughed. "Last season's Champion of Fighters, Octopus, hasn't competed in a whole year. This is his first match of the year, so his win rate is extremely low. I estimate the odds on him winning will be doubled 20-fold. An underground black market can't afford to pay you million. Everyone is betting on me to win, only All-in betting on me to lose. Moritia will definitely see that this is a rigged match. How are you, a female champion, going to leave with so much money?"

The amount of money in the underground black boxing ring is always settled on the spot. After each boxing match, the crowd will gather at the scene for a long time, and the audience will take their ticket stubs to exchange for cash with the experts.

The VIPs on the second floor use checks for transactions. So far, there has never been a situation where an expert cannot issue a check and needs to use liquid cash to make up for it.

But if Miss Irene's bet is successful tonight, Mr. James could end up owing the Bank of England a large sum of money.

If he shot Miss Irene to death, not only would he not have to pay any money, he could also easily get 20 million.

Britain's most famous opera was buried in a black boxing ring. The old aristocrats who loved to listen to her singing went crazy and would do anything to find out the murderer. Ordinary gangsters would not dare to attack her even if they had to pay compensation, but the "Napoleon of the criminal world" liked to do such challenging things in the novel.

If Irene Adler died in an underground boxing ring, it would have nothing to do with James Moritia.

..........

...

The dinner ended happily.

Ukyo agreed to Irene's proposal.

Before the "last" boxing match started, he went back to No. 199. At the door of his house were two unopened copies of the original version of "The Emerald Jade Record" that he had just bought from the bookstore and were wrapped in brown paper.

Arthur came out of the bathroom humming a tune.

"Everyone's already at the ring. Hey, bro, we agreed to a fixed match, so don't go back on your word. I'm betting everything I have on you to lose."

"Where's Yanai-kun?"

"What? Didn't I just tell you that everyone should go to the ring early?" Arthur said worriedly. "You don't look well. What happened?"

"Nothing." Ukyo said, "Don't watch from the audience tonight. Disguise yourself and find a way to get to the second floor and watch Irene."

"You're worried about that woman? There's no need to worry, is there?" Arthur waved his hand. "Fictional characters aren't real people. They're just like real people, but don't get too attached just because you had a meal with them. Sister Xingcai is waiting for you at home."

"Women can think about love affairs all day long. It's nothing, because that's just how women are." Ukyo looked at Arthur, "But sometimes we have to think about serious matters. I asked you to watch Irene Adler not for her safety. I know your character well. I'd rather have Kuro Sakuragawa do it than ask you to protect someone."

"Then what do you want me to do?"

"That's exactly what it says. Go check on Irene. If she's dead, make sure she's truly dead!" Youjing said calmly. "If she was shot, make sure it wasn't a blank, and make sure the part of her body that was hit is 100% effective. The same goes for things like knife wounds or explosions."

Arthur was startled.

"Do you suspect Erin is faking her own death tonight?"

why?

"I think faking death to escape is pretty normal. If Miss Irene wants to pull the tiger's teeth out, she has to have a backup plan."

"So you have to keep an eye on her the whole time." You Jing said, "It's not important before she dies, what's important is when she dies and after she dies. I'm in the ring and can't keep an eye on her, so this task can only be given to you. If she really faked her death, then we need to see where she went after death and who she contacted."

Arthur was a little confused about the current situation. He felt that he had missed a chapter.

Damn it, he should have gone to the restaurant with her tonight! There were no clues about Miss Diana, and detectives all over London searched for a whole day but still couldn't find the missing noble lady.

Volume 149: Chapter 5 Yana sees Kuro betraying Kotoko (k)

Half an hour later.

Underground black boxing ring.

Before the boxing match begins.

"What is this?" Kotoko and Yanami looked at the black tube in Ukyo's hand.

"Silencer," Ukyo said. "I got this from the police station. Take this and put it on your guns. Have you heard of missile interceptors? If someone tries to shoot me in a boxing match, you two have to stop the bullet."

Qinzi was stunned. "My shooting skills are very poor."

"There's no need to hide your weakness at a time like this." Ukyo said, "I asked someone to investigate you. You're an annual member of the Tokyo Asaka Shooting Range. In the past six months, you've fired 2 rounds at the range, more than I have.

And they are all pistol bullets.

The psychic resurrection favors every superpower equally. If I'm guessing correctly, you should have enhanced dynamic vision or shooting intuition or something like that."

Kotoko felt very embarrassed when her trump card was exposed in front of her.

"When did you investigate me?"

Ukyo said, "I didn't do anything, it's just that Kurosawa found your membership record."

“——Hu~” Kotoko took a long breath and took the silencer handed to her by Ukyo.

She wanted to be tough, so she said, "My kinetic vision and shooting instincts haven't been enhanced by the psychic resurrection incident. I'm an accurate shooter, it's all due to talent and hard work!"

Yana didn't care about this. After taking the silencer, she simply asked, "I should always pay attention to the second floor, right? If the person who wants to kill you is on the first floor, there will be so many people, I won't be able to stop them."

"Yes." Ukyo said, "Just keep an eye on the second floor. I can keep an eye on the audience on the first floor myself."

..........

.....

10 minute later.

The warm-up boxing match is over.

The previous boxing champion Bazhua just challenged Bayu and defeated him with overwhelming advantage, announcing his strong return.

Ukyo frowned in the audience. "I remember breaking both of Bayu's legs, and he should be in Newgate Prison right now. How could Moritia be so merciful? Not only did he pull a worthless boxer with a broken leg out of prison, but he even spent money to fix his leg?"

"It's probably a magic puppet." Sherlock said this without any fists. He didn't have to go on stage today, so he looked relaxed.

Magical puppets are a technology monopolized by upper-class capitalists in Greater London. The "faceless men" shaving customers' heads in barber shops that Ukyo had seen before were all magical puppets. The civilian version costs 500 pounds, and the more advanced ones are used to arm the army and serve as bodyguards for the mansions of some nobles. Secondly, some disabled people with broken limbs can also use magical puppets to regain their vitality.

However, the price of the magical prosthetic body is more expensive than that of ordinary civilian dolls. An ordinary family cannot afford it even if they work as a porter at the dock or serve tea in a restaurant for their entire lives.

"We don't know him." Sherlock said worriedly, "To us, Moritia is always a strange opponent. I have been looking for him in London for so many years, and I have only caught a few insignificant minions under his command. I don't even know if those people were really caught by me through deduction, or if Moritia wanted me to catch them. I don't even know if he is a man or a woman, I don't know what he looks like, I don't know his family background..."

"Don't be so pessimistic." Ukyo tried to comfort this friend whom he had known before arriving in London. "James Moritia is obviously a man's name."

"Ha." Sherlock laughed.

Ukyo added, "Perhaps everything will come to light tonight."

While the two chatted, the host grabbed Octopus's right arm and introduced the challenger to the audience. Judging from his overwhelming advantage in the previous battle...

"Ladies and gentlemen! Octopus King heard someone was trying to take his title, so the former king is out in force!"

"Anyone familiar with this arena should know that when Octopus won the previous King of Boxing, he also achieved an unprecedented 20-game winning streak!"

"Those new gamblers who are still waiting and haven't bought tickets should open their eyes and take a look! Ask the old fans of Bazhua around you how strong this greatest boxer in the history of Heixia ...

The host is constantly putting hats on Octopus, which is a precedent before each contestant goes on stage.

On the stage, Bazhua raised his middle finger towards Ukyo with an extremely provocative expression.

Youjing thought the name "Bazu" was funny. The first thing that came to his mind was not the ocean overlord that could fight sperm whales, but the scallion oil pen tubes on the dining table, which he quite liked to eat, and the stir-fried squid at the Wangfujing Night Market, the aroma of which could be smelled from a long distance away.

Because his mind was filled with food, he thought Octopus was funny and not domineering at all. "Octopus King" sounded even more Tang-syndrome-like, as if the word "king" was added after a cute species. In Ukyo's mind, Octopus King was similar to names like "Rabbit King" and "Puppy King".

But on second thought, his reputation in the boxing ring wasn't that great either.

When the host read out the word "Sang Biao", Youjing's face finally turned completely dark.

......

...

"The other side is very arrogant." Sherlock said before going on stage. "I know, this is a black boxing match, there's no need to talk about boxer honors. I just want to say... As a man, don't you feel shameful about deliberately losing to someone who gives you the middle finger? You haven't bought a ticket today, Mr. Ukyo, which proves that you are still wavering. You don't necessarily want to fix this fight, right?"

There was a brief silence.

Youjing said nothing.

Sherlock found it hard to get used to his current state, and always felt like he was being treated coldly and violently by the other party.

In the boxing ring.

Compared to Bazhua who was frantically raising his hands to interact with the audience, Ukyo seemed much calmer. He was still wearing the tight vest and tapered trousers, and was not as sexually tense as Bazhua with his upper body naked. Underground black boxing rings did not have so many clothing requirements, but clothes would definitely affect movements. Wearing clothes on the ring would also mean looking down on the opponent.

If we lose...it will probably be really ugly.

........

...

at the same time.

First floor, ticket stub sales counter.

"Ten pounds six shillings and thirteen pence, I bet Mr. Sang Biao will win the game within one minute, thank you."

"Here's your ticket, miss."

Yanami bought Ukyo's victory, and it was the minute with the highest odds.

10 pounds 6 shillings and 13 pence was all the money she earned working at the "Meet Cafe" after coming to the UK.

Kotoko, who was standing by, had already bet on Ukyo to lose. Small bets are fun, but big bets are harmful to the body. She only bet five pounds.

Behind him, Kuro Sakuragawa was holding the ticket stub. He also bought 5 pounds, and Ukyo won again.

Kotoko tried to convince her boyfriend with rational reasoning, but Jiulang wouldn't listen. He stubbornly believed in his intuition and thought that the man he knew would not lose.

Yanami and her boyfriend suddenly changed their minds, which made Kotoko feel deeply betrayed.

"Didn't you guys agree not to fix the match?" Kotoko suddenly said, "Miss Irene bet 2000 million pounds. I just saw a waiter in a top hat trading upstairs. He must be one of her servants."

"I don't know." Yanami said, "I just want to bet on him to win. It's not much money anyway."

"It's really not much, it's just all the wealth you've accumulated." Qinzi said speechlessly: "That's why I said you're hopeless for being in love. Just because you don't want to see the man you like lose, so you force yourself to do it?"

"Yes." Yanami looked at Ukyo in the ring. "I've never seen him lose... at least not in a one-on-one duel. And he's dressed so smartly today. If he got knocked down, it would be ugly, right? And I guess he's never had a match-fixing experience before, so he doesn't like being beaten."

"But these are just your speculations." Kotoko didn't mind chatting with Yanamichi. She also liked to do mathematical analysis of people's personalities. Anyway, she only bought five pounds, and winning or losing had nothing to do with her. But the guy who was stalking on the second floor might be in trouble. He seemed to have bought more than a thousand pounds.

"First of all, we have to think about whether an underground black boxer has the so-called honor of a boxer."

"Obviously, no."

Kotoko asked and answered the question herself.