GBP Chapter 237 London Shadows: The Hound of the Baskervilles
Chapter 237 London Shadows: The Hound of the Baskervilles
Chapter 237 London Shadow: The Hound of the Baskervilles
Where are the referees?! Where are the game administrators?! Even a fair and just children's puzzle game has people cheating! Is there no justice in this world anymore?!
After offering a few token complaints, Kuromon Haruya blinked, expertly accepting the fact that his disguise had been exposed.
I'll help if I can; as long as it's not related to organizing, it's pretty easy.
It wasn't that Kuromon Haruya couldn't escape; if he wanted, he could easily use some reasonable words to sincerely brush it off. But the person in front of him was different from the others.
Noah's Ark and Koizumi Akako are both very important parts of his future plans. The former provides a safety net for the technological side, while the latter paves the way for the mystical side. Both are partners who need to maintain a long-term cooperative relationship.
And now...
The look of condemnation and doubt cast upon him perfectly mirrored the expressions of Langqinbei and the other two after he had wronged them years ago, giving Heimen Yaoye a slight boost of motivation: Well, he's still on probation, so he still needs to manage his business image.
After all, even if family members are a bit out of line, you can grit your teeth and bear it. But the cattle and horses you just acquired, cough, the Noah's Ark you just reasoned with and appealed to—you haven't built enough trust yet, so you can't let go too much for now.
To be proud, Haruya Kuromon is fully aware of how unreliable she can be when she's truly out of control!
He looked up and scanned the group of young people playing around, then reluctantly compromised, "Alright, I'll make time just in case, but only for tomorrow."
"Yay! That's great!" Ayumi Genta cheered and clapped her hands.
Conan turned around and gave Noah's Ark a thumbs up: "Brother Kuromon, thanks to your quick thinking!"
Under the jealous gaze of Hei Men Yao Ye, Noah's Ark gladly accepted: "You're welcome."
Haruya Kuromon: I don't mind at all.
"By the way, Mr. Mycroft, what is this 'more important case' you mentioned?" To appear less pathetic, Conan feigned curiosity and added, "Perhaps we kids roaming the streets can provide some clues. After all, I'm Holmes' apprentice!"
Kuromon Haruya frowned slightly, pondered for a moment, then suddenly got up and drew the curtains. He dimmed the lights in the room and made everyone huddle together, his behavior mysterious, clearly having important secrets to ask: "Have you heard of a secret society that uses animal code names?"
"Using animal-themed code names..."
Conan took the opportunity of repeating himself in a low voice to suppress his thoughts. He thought that denying it might cut off the clues, and the best choice was to lie, and to lie that was mixed with real experiences.
He slowly raised his hand and tentatively asked, "Um, when I was celebrating New Year's Eve back in my hometown, I witnessed an assassination attempt. Afterwards, I heard from the uncles in the tavern that it seemed to be related to an assassin called 'Fox.' Would that count as a clue?"
“Oh, a fox?” Kuromon Haruya narrowed his eyes, pretending to take notes. “I haven’t been paying attention to this incident. Thank you.”
"You're welcome~ But what's wrong with this organization? Why is it called a secret society?"
"Literally, they are a mystical society that adheres to a certain religious belief. The British government has not yet determined their official name, but it is certain that they have existed in Europe for many years."
In every traceable case, members of the society would leave behind a phrase to win over the elites or wealthy individuals they favored.
On the screen, a gentleman with long brown-gray hair pursed his lips, and a clear, meaningful warning echoed through the hall through the speakers: "We are not caged beasts, but passengers of the Ark, purified and selected."
"ark?"
Conan had certainly heard the story of the Ark, but what did that have to do with the Jack the Ripper case?
Kuromon Haruya chuckled, turned on the desk lamp, and brought the topic to a close: "Alright, knowing too much isn't a good thing for you. If there's nothing else, let's meet at the opera house tomorrow!"
As the day's investigation came to an end, the children, who had played their respective roles, waved goodbye and returned to their homes, where their backgrounds were located, and the screen gradually went black.
......
Outside the game, silence, a profound and unspoken silence, pervades the anxious and uneasy high-ranking officials.
"Oh dear! This is terrible, Mori-kun! Forty kids have already been eliminated! The game is only halfway through!" Inspector Megure paced back and forth anxiously.
"Brother Mori? Brother Mori!"
"Huh?" Kogoro Mouri snapped back to reality. "Hey, there's no use just worrying! We can't just jump into the game to help them!"
With the Black Gate, NPC Mycroft, and the upcoming reunion of Yusaku Kudo, Kogoro Mouri wasn't too worried about his chances of winning in the fifth arena. What truly caught his attention were the animal tissue mentioned on the screen and the sudden silence below.
Having worked as a private investigator for so many years, Kogoro Mouri has a good understanding of the dirty nature of these upper-class people!
There were 50 children participating in the game. Subtracting Xiaolan and her friends who had no connections, there were only 43. This means that at most, only 43 families, no more than 100 people, truly cared about the children's well-being.
But what kind of occasion is this? At least half of Japan's top officials are here! Expecting these vultures who are eyeing power through loopholes to care about the children of their rivals is less worthwhile than stopping them from popping champagne halfway through the event!
"In other words, the secret society that truly keeps them silent and fearful probably does exist." Kogoro Mouri looked away.
Speaking of which, he had a detective friend nicknamed "Crocodile" during his time at the Metropolitan Police Department. The detective apparently complained about receiving threatening text messages because of his nickname...
[You idiot, you actually let Noah's Ark expose our whereabouts! Compared to your predecessor, Sindora, you're just a useless piece of trash who's good for nothing.]
You are unworthy of the codename 'Hound'. The Ark cannot contain such filth. Calmly await purification in prayer!
--"Parrot"]
"hateful!"
Thomas Sindora pulled out the unresponsive disk, threw it on the ground, and stomped on it, the sound of his heel grinding against it making a sharp cracking sound.
"Huff, huff, huff!" His chest heaved violently as he viciously saved all the contact emails and set them to be encrypted at a set time. "What Ark Organization! Their self-developed hard drive is completely useless, what do I care!"
Beads of cold sweat clung to his forehead, and in the darkness where no one was watching, a fierce glint flashed in his eyes.
In just two years, Noah's Ark not only uncovered the truth about his patricide, but also information about the Ark Organization that he couldn't even find out about. What a terrifying growth ability!
It's unimaginable how terrifying his influence would be if he could control Noah's Ark! At that time, his reputation or whether he's a murderer wouldn't matter, and even the Ark organization would have to grovel at his feet!
The problem lies in how to control Noah's Ark...
"Right, he came to avenge Hiroki, so he must care about Hiroki! I can dig up Hiroki's ashes and threaten him!"
"And Hiroki's biological father, Kenmura Tadahira, should be lying in the hospital right now. We need to kidnap him too!"
The more she conceived of it, the faster Sindora's running pace became.
He was like a hunting dog about to set off for the wilderness, panting freely, his tongue and saliva flying, his eyes bloodshot—as excited as he was on the day he finally managed to kill old Sindora.
With the help of Noah's Ark, everything can start anew! He will, like his ancestors, revel in terror and joy!
Ta-ta-ta-ta.
The sound of leather shoes clattering grew closer. Following the route he had planned in advance, a route unmonitored by electronic cameras, Thomas turned the last corner and ran towards the hidden back door.
"Thomas Sindora?"
Suddenly, a voice called out from the darkness at the end of the corridor. He stopped in his tracks, and a pair of menacing blue cat eyes reflected in the darkness: "Dear Boss, I would like to invite you to catch up as a way of repaying old Sindora for the camera she gave me."
(Sorry, Tomato's AI review process has been acting strangely lately; the author's latest chapter has been stuck in the review process for 12 hours and still hasn't passed.)