"How does it feel?" Chen Ze ca out with a plate in his hand, looked at the smiling faces of Moriarty and Sherlock Hols, and then at Conan, who was still sitting there in a daze.
"Quite excellent, to be honest. I also quite enjoy this type of ga — it’s certainly much more interesting than the rather dull Scotland Yard," Sherlock Hols said with a smile as he looked at Chen Ze. He adored these brain-burning deduction gas, and the adversaries this ti, with the exception of the juvenile Joan of Arc, were all incredibly skilled.
If intellectual confrontation could be seen, then they had just stepped down from the Colosseum as gladiators, having to ponder their words carefully, choose the right angle for defense, and not give others the chance to attack.
On the other hand, they also needed to pay attention to other players’ statents, to find logical loopholes and defeat them, plus the ti for speaking was very limited. This led to another issue: how to fully express their thoughts within the given ti.
After this battle of wits, Sherlock Hols felt it was almost like having investigated a case, a rather difficult one at that. He realized that as long as he frequented this restaurant, he would never be without sothing to do.
Moreover, with the spider at the center of the web withdrawing its legs, the cri rate at Scotland Yard had decreased significantly, leaving mostly trivial issues that failed to spark Sherlock Hols’s interest. If it weren’t for Moriarty, Sherlock Hols might have been idle for a very long ti.
At the very least, compared to smoking at ho, this ga was much more suitable for Sherlock Hols, and Watson would probably not object, since it’s harmless to his health, right?
Only...
Sherlock Hols glanced at Moriarty and thought that once he returned to his own world, Moriarty might be the only adversary worth playing against, but the two of them couldn’t actually play the ga.
"Well, Mister Manager, we’ll take our leave as well," Moriarty said as he picked up his belongings. With the intellectual duel over, and after sending off the anxious Ronna who was eager to get ho, they too had enjoyed a fine al and were ready to rest.
"Is Mr. Sherlock Hols leaving, too?" Conan asked timidly.
"Yes, after all, if I let this villain return alone, he might bring so unnecessary trouble. And how would I know if he won’t plan sothing during this period?" Sherlock Hols looked at his little fan, quite pleased with him.
Not only was the boy a fan, but most importantly, Conan was also a detective, and his world had the mysterious Black Organization, a formidable and challenging adversary.
"Hehehe, the shrunken detective~ The cri rate in your world is really high~ It makes want to go there and have a look around!" The Joker laughed as he finished the beer in his glass, contentedly resting his feet on a chair.
"It’s not too bad; I don’t think it’s much," Conan said with an awkward laugh. From the course of the ga, he had already realized how crazy the man with the makeup on his face was.
Perhaps even mad. To the Joker, nothing seed to be able to wipe the smile off his face. He always wore that smile, even though his identity was...
Conan’s gaze turned a shade more serious. Although he surmised that guests from other worlds couldn’t possibly go to another world, the question was, what if this mad man found a way?
Dealing with the Black Organization was enough of a headache for Conan. If this mad Joker were added to the mix, Conan couldn’t imagine what might happen. Perhaps all of Japan would descend into madness?
After Moriarty and Hols left, the Joker also departed with a laugh, though he did leave behind a weapon that Chen Ze found strangely familiar.
"Isn’t this Iceman’s freeze gun? How did the Joker get his hands on this thing?" Chen Ze looked at the item in front of him, caught between laughter and tears.
Knowing that it was likely to be confiscated if taken outside, Chen Ze could only play with it in the restaurant before adding it to his collection.
"Conan, everyone else has gone back, aren’t you going to leave?" Chen Ze yawned, it was already the afternoon. These guys had spent a significant amount of ti playing Werewolf, and looking at his cellphone, it was almost ti to start preparing dinner.
Even Zhu Guangming had left, needing to attend to his own matters. In the anti, Moriarty and Hols had given Zhu Guangming so advice, and now he had his own plans in mind.
"You haven’t answered my question yet, boss," Conan said, staring at Chen Ze with hollow eyes.
"Eh? Did you ask sothing?" Chen Ze was genuinely confused; he couldn’t rember Conan asking him anything.
"It’s about the Black Organization, boss!" Conan was getting anxious, he almost wanted to jump up and give Chen Ze a kick in the knee to jog his mory.
"Oh, you an Rum and the others? I only know that they ca here for a al once, and two of them gave their nas, one was Rum and the other was Belmouth." Chen Ze smiled as he ruffled Conan’s head, realizing he was developing an inclination to act like a middle-aged man, always wanting to pat children on their heads.
This is not good, this habit has to change otherwise it’d be really awkward in the restaurant, he could be mistaken for a creep.
"Rum? Belmouth?" Conan blinked, the nas fit the pattern of using alcohol for nas quite well.
"Hmm, beyond that, I don’t have any more information..." Chen Ze noticed Conan’s intense gaze.
"If you’re hoping to collect so DNA or sothing, I can only advise you to drop that thought. The dishes have been washed and sterilized in the disinfection cabinet..." Then, Chen Ze saw Conan staring with that sa intense gaze towards the direction of the trash can.
"I’ve thrown away the trash too, don’t even think about it." Chen Ze rolled his eyes, not understanding why, but whenever Conan brought up the Black Organization, he seed particularly reckless.
"Sigh, boss, that’s not right. When it’s so hard to leave behind biological material, why pass up the opportunity?" Conan sighed. If not for seeing Betty diligently wiping the chairs, he would have considered looking for any material on them that could yield DNA.
"Ehhhhm..." Chen Ze felt his expression was just like an old man struggling with a smartphone. He ran a restaurant; why should he be keeping other custors’ biological materials?
Big brother, I’m running a restaurant, not a host club or an escort bar!
"Why don’t you just co every day, since these people don’t have a set schedule?" Chen Ze made a suggestion.
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