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Chapter 236 London Shadow: The Legendary Dear Boss

Chapter 236 London Shadow: The Legendary Dear Boss

The Jack the Ripper case took place in London, England in late 1888. At that time, "that man," who had not yet become the richest man in Japan, was 34 years old.

His early serious illness had depleted his internal resources, and although various medications were used to nourish him later, his health ultimately suffered. By this time, he had been overworking himself due to his burning ambitions, and his temples were gradually turning gray.

Yoruichi Kuromon turned his head and looked at his more mature self in the fireplace mirror, feeling quite satisfied.

However, on the other hand, Ai Haibara, who seemed to have been wronged by a scumbag, didn't look so good.

Ai Haibara: !!!

She was just pondering why she should leave the group and stay with Mrs. Hudson, and suddenly her mother has become a man! This is blatant fraud!

Is there any chance to use a skill on this person?

[Have you confirmed using the skill "Karate" on this character? Yes/No]

[no]

Kuromon Haruya suddenly felt a chill down her spine, quickly shifted her position, and replied in a mumbled London-style haiku:

“My name… is not something you need to know. You just need to understand that I am, in a sense, an elder of Little Holmes.”

Ignoring Conan's hostile expression, he picked up the crow-head cane stored behind the shelf, and casually sat down opposite him, crossing his legs:

“I came here only to look after ‘my’ little Holmes and to give him some crucial clues. But I didn’t expect that you would actually contact ‘that’ Moriarty and see through my temporary disguise.”

Meanwhile, Xiaolan, having just recovered from the shock of Mrs. Hudson's cross-dressing, heard another warning:

[Character Collapse Warning 2/3! When you see a charming gentleman in front of you, you should take the initiative to strike up a conversation!]

Turning her head, the composed and calm gentleman looked up and met her gaze. Whether it was her imagination or not, Ran felt she could see a hint of expectation in his eyes.

Taking the initiative to strike up a conversation? She'd never tried anything like that before; who knew what to say!

Ran Mouri racked her brains to recall, but apart from her father's most frequent drunken phrase, "Do you want to drink with me?", she couldn't think of any other signs of his behavior!

Do I really have to stick my tongue out when I talk like my dad?

Taking a deep breath, Ran Mouri clenched her fists and uttered the most humble words with the fiercest of intent:

"Sir! You seem like a charming gentleman. May I have your contact information and address?"

"..."

The scene fell silent for a moment. Kuromon Haruya blinked, finding no way to criticize her shy and awkward performance.

To be honest, this doesn't sound like a pickup line; it sounds more like a sales pitch outside a convenience store in a shopping district, trying to expand their customer base.

Seeing that the warning hadn't disappeared, Ran Mouri clasped her hands together and bowed to him: "Please! I really need your contact information, it's very important to me!"

It sounds more like a salesperson, and a recent graduate doing a sales internship.

Kuromon Haruya's lips twitched, and he quietly used his privileges to close the pop-up window that had suddenly disrupted Ran Mouri's cool pose—completely unaware that it was designed by him.

On the other hand, Shinichi Kudo, who witnessed his crush hitting on him, felt that anything was possible after experiencing these abstract ups and downs.

Kuromon Haruya coughed lightly, bringing the conversation back to the main topic: "Little friend, judging from your expression, it seems you've guessed who I am?"

"Ah, more or less." After listening to Kuromon Haruya's account, Conan's expression softened considerably, but he was still puzzled: "Uncle, I've heard Mr. Holmes tell Dr. Watson about you. I never expected you to actually show up, the legendary..."

Claiming to be Holmes's elder, possessing an intimate knowledge of the living room's layout, and daring to casually peruse Holmes's notes, he might, from time to time, be the one to...

"The legendary older brother, Mr. Mycroft Holmes!"

"Well, this is really beyond my expectations!"

Kuromon Haruya gave a forced smile and clapped his hands dismissively: "Since you are so capable, it's fine for you to deliver this new clue to Sherlock."

After completing the procedure, he immediately took out a black business card with a raven print on the back from his pocket. Several lines of cursive English written in white ink gradually transformed into Japanese:

My destined nemesis:

In this game, you have one chance to identify me, and I will gladly accept.

Hopefully, many years from now, when you recall this meaningful letter, you won't wake up in the middle of the night with regret.

——From&39;Dear Boss&39;]

Kuromon Haruya pointed at the paper: "The key point is this signature."

“Dear boss!” Conan remembered something and flipped to the clue in the case log: “On September 25, 1888, the Central News Agency received a signed letter from Jack, which began with the salutation ‘Dear boss’!”

Haruya Kuromon nodded: "That's right, I found this in the mailbox when I came to visit this afternoon. I'm afraid Moriarty wanted to use the business card to remind Sherlock to deal with his out-of-control subordinates, but he didn't expect that Sherlock had already left Baker Street."

Knowing he entrusted the clues to you, I was initially a little hesitant. But seeing your capabilities, I'll leave this matter to you.

"Wait!" Conan grabbed him in surprise. "Aren't you coming with us to solve the Jack the Ripper case?!"

In the original story, Holmes even thought his brother was smarter than him, and that if Mr. Mycroft were around, they could easily survive until the end of the game.

“Of course not.” Kuromon Haruya said matter-of-factly, “Since the threat of Jack the Ripper is destined to be eliminated, I don’t need to waste any more energy. Besides, I have more important cases to solve.”

Now that he had Noah's Ark in hand and had achieved his goal of provoking Sherry with Elena, he was naturally going to return to his old ways of slacking off. Besides...

'After all, this is my 34th birthday, a time I've never experienced anything like it before.'

Looking at the thin calluses on his fingertips, Yoruichi Kuromon couldn't help but curl the corners of his lips into a smile.

Weakened eyesight, declining energy, more frequent fatigue, and joint pain from standing for too long—these are common ailments that most people avoid, but for him, they are novel experiences he had never encountered before.

Assisting Conan in solving cases? This is something so commonplace that it's incomparable.

He casually waved his hand, leaving Conan gritting his teeth behind him: revealing more information would force him out of the game, but should he really let go of this valuable asset?

Just then, a calm voice revealed the solution to the impasse.

Noah's Ark smiled kindly, its eyes narrowed, and looked at the little boy with the triangle shape in its palm: "Genta, it's time to show off your eloquence!"

"okay!"

[The "Persuasion" skill check result was 75 (deleted), 1 < 70, a critical success. The character has agreed to join the party.]

To Kuromon Haruya's disbelief, the number "75" that was originally frozen on the system screen suddenly distorted, flickered, and abruptly changed to "1".

Yuan Tai opened his mouth wide and pleaded loudly, "Uncle, we can't handle this, please help us!"

Behind him, the modified backend code floated beside Noah's Ark.

It's commonly known as being so skilled that you don't even need to act.