Hols helplessly adjusted his hat, feeling that his reputation had suffered unfairly, and it was utterly frustrating.
"Betty, the spider you’re thinking of isn’t the sa as the one Hols is talking about," Chen Ze rolled his eyes, wondering what Betty was thinking, to assu that Hols wanted to engage in so cross-species play.
Could this be the earliest instance of gender not being an issue, age not being an issue, race also not being an issue?
"Eh? I’m sorry, sir, I apologize for the misunderstanding," Betty said, clearly embarrassed by the mix-up.
"It’s quite all right, my dear lady, but if possible, could you bring a beer?" Hols smiled and shook his head; after all, she ant well, so he didn’t particularly mind these things.
"It seems your companion was quite excited yesterday," Hols glanced at Betty’s neck and noticed sothing with his keen observation skills. Combined with his reasoning, the waiter must be...
"In fact, it was Lindsay who got overly excited after drinking too much yesterday," Moriarty chuckled. He had been watching the scene unfold, and Lindsay’s tolerance to alcohol was surprisingly low.
After a few cocktails, she got terribly drunk and, hazy and unsteady, leaned on Betty’s shoulder, then nibbled on her a few tis.
Hols fell silent; he had observed the sa thing but chose not to continue since Moriarty had spoken.
"Ah...," Betty unconsciously tightened her clothes, feeling as though she had no secrets in front of these two humans, a terrifying thought.
"Manager! Why didn’t you tell..." The door burst open, and there was Conan, in his school uniform, stepping in with an unhappy expression.
However, Conan quickly realized that aside from himself and Betty, there were other custors in the restaurant.
"...tell ." Conan imdiately switched into child mode, putting on a petulant face.
Chen Ze wanted to laugh; Conan was really sothing, choosing to act like a child in front of Moriarty and Hols. Didn’t he realize his poor acting wouldn’t fool these two characters?
"Ah, Conan, they are just here to eat at my restaurant. And how would I contact you?" Chen Ze erged, amused by the situation.
"Eh?" Conan looked at Chen Ze, sowhat puzzled, having thought the manager would play along with his act, especially since Moriarty, in all black, looked like a distillery worker.
"Professor, great detective, wouldn’t you like to look at this child and give a deduction?" Chen Ze looked at Conan playfully and asked.
"If that is what the manager requests, I naturally won’t refuse," Moriarty nodded. The boy’s poor performance was painfully obvious, and he could tell sothing was amiss at a glance.
"A child’s height, likes to play football, and seems to wear plain glasses to conceal his identity. Judging by his appearance, he must be from the Far East," Hols took a puff of his cigarette, blowing out a smoke ring.
"Heh, old custor, in conflict with so other guests, the height is fake, isn’t it? Not really a child, but pretending to be one," Moriarty looked at Hols and scoffed.
"Huh?" Conan felt a bit panicked inside, but if it weren’t for the amusent in Chen Ze’s eyes, he would have run away already. What’s the deal with these two guys?
"Not bad at all, truly worthy of..." Chen Ze clapped his hands. He couldn’t help but admit that seeing Conan and instantly coming to so many conclusions—and accurate ones at that—was quite impressive. These two were indeed formidable.
"No, please wait a mont, Mr. Manager," Conan stood up, his face full of interest. He felt his own deductive desires stirred up by these two people.
Chen Ze shrugged his shoulders and stepped aside, also curious to see how Conan would deduce information about these two individuals.
"This gentleman, with the aquiline nose and the deerstalker hat, along with your attire, you must be an Englishman, right? And also a smoker, though not a heavy one, and strong and vigorous. You must have had a sandwich with jam for breakfast this morning," Conan said seriously as he looked at Hols.
"And as for you, sir, you must also be English. Observing the relationship between the two of you, I would say you’re not friends, and judging by your age, you’ve likely had a career as a teacher—perhaps a university professor," Conan turned his gaze towards Moriarty, feeling that he was on to sothing after making these deductions.
"Quite an interesting conclusion. Are you also a detective?" Hols asked with a smile, finding the young lad rather intriguing.
"I am Kudo Shinichi, a renowned detective." If this were an ani, that familiar Detective Conan the music would be playing right about now.
"Kudo... Kudo Shinichi? I am Sherlock Hols," Hols replied with a smile, leaving Conan utterly dumbfounded.
"She... Sherlock?" Conan tugged at his ear, wondering if he had misheard.
"Tsk, another tedious detective," Moriarty muttered, showing his disdain for detectives.
"May I have your na... Are you Mr. Moriarty?" Conan inquired, his suspicions growing.
"Yes, and you’ve overlooked sothing. The jam on his face was put there on purpose, and he didn’t have a sandwich for breakfast," Moriarty said with a smile. Despite his dislike for detectives, he wouldn’t snub them; that’s the conduct of a gentleman.
"Hiss..." Conan took a sharp intake of breath. If that was the case... then it ant that these two truly were characters from ’The Adventures of Sherlock Hols.’
"It’s quite lively today." The door opened, and Chen Ze saw Zhu Guangming walk in, looking exhausted with dust all over his clothes, as if he’d been chased for hundreds of miles.
Chen Ze’s mouth twitched. What was happening? Could today be the legendary detective gathering day?
Seeing all three individuals turning their heads to look at Zhu Guangming, who appeared utterly baffled, Chen Ze sighed, shook his head, and went back to the kitchen. He decided not to keep on spectating. These detectives...
Let them play among themselves. After all, with three detectives and one villain, they have enough for a ga of Werewolf. But now that he thought about it...
Chen Ze suddenly felt that it would be quite entertaining to have Moriarty, Hols, and Conan play Werewolf together. What would the outco be?
Chen Ze was very intrigued.
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