Chapter 586 The evidence is real, but the crime scene is fake
Chapter 586 The evidence is real, but the crime scene is fake
"..."
Conan stared at Mycroft Holmes in front of him and felt a little unhappy about the other's face that was exactly like his father's, because if it was his father, he would definitely not use this method.
However, if it is Mycroft who is similar to the public security police, the most efficient way is the best.
He had no way to accuse the other party from the perspective of British justice, because the other party did have the qualifications to decide when to follow the law and when not to follow the law.
"...I understand. However, Mr. Mycroft, I want to tell you something."
Mycroft, surprised that the child knew his name, leaned forward and listened attentively.
And the Death God Elementary School Student just said so.
"Holmes is being held near the site of the new Hound of the Baskervilles case. He will escape through the underground sewers and be led by Professor Moriarty to the Reichenbach Falls, where he will step into a death trap."
"Mr. Mycroft, you will go and save your dear brother, won't you?"
"...Yes, that's right...I have a new respect for you, kid."
Mycroft Holmes laughed and patted Conan on the head.
This information was indeed something he had not investigated.
After all, he only entered the scene tonight and began to personally lead people to investigate the relevant incidents.
Naturally, he could not collect this kind of information which could only be known by Professor Moriarty himself.
"Go play, it's none of your business."
Conan turned around after being patted on the head, not wanting to pay any attention to Mycroft.
He took a quick look at his current location, then headed towards the residence of Benjix in his memory.
Although, Conan didn't know why Mycroft asked him to meet Benzix at this time...
However, the data personality created based on his father's data should not betray him.
It's like his father wouldn't cheat him at critical moments, but only at normal times.
Tick, tick, tick, tick.
The footsteps gradually faded away, and Conan disappeared into the deepening night.
The female plot character created based on Kudo Yukiko's data looked at the place where Conan disappeared, until the Death God Elementary School Student completely disappeared from her sight, she said with some regret.
"My dear, if we are to have a child, it must be a child like this."
"Cute and smart, what do you think?"
Mycroft Holmes raised his eyebrows.
"Yes, but I need to strengthen my physical exercise."
"I can't let my son sit in an armchair like I did every day. He might even get knocked unconscious by a stick."
Conan, who had already walked away, felt a little chill in his heart for some reason.
He raised his head and looked into the dim moonlight, thinking that something bad must have happened that he didn't know about.
He had no idea that he was being implicated by a plot character based on his own father's data.
After Conan left, only Mycroft, his wife, and Mikan were left at the scene. "Little girl, according to the agreement between me and Mr. Naruhodō, you will be the one to set up the scene."
"As for the victim, it will be played by my wife, who used to be a first-rate performer!"
Mycroft Holmes said with a smile, looking very kind.
Hearing this, Naruhodō Mikan asked with some confusion.
"So, who will be the witness, the caller, the murderer...?"
"What are you going to do next, Mr. Holmes?"
In response, Mycroft Holmes smiled again and said calmly.
"My men will assist you in completing the full-process operation at the crime scene. We will recreate the crime scene of Jack the Ripper's fourth murder and replace the missing evidence."
"From a distance, I will provide remote command to my men. At the same time, I will send people to the underground sewers to look for my brother, Sherlock Holmes."
"After a while, the police will arrive at the scene, collect the evidence and record the case information."
"At that time, Ms. Naruhodō, please follow the instructions given in advance to prevent any accidents."
The man who represented Britain in the original novel paused.
"Then, let me take a look at this extremely black night crow, the underground tyrant..."
"What kind of person is Professor James Moriarty?"
Looking at Mycroft Holmes's appearance, his wife shook her head helplessly.
She knew that her husband was usually an extremely lazy person and would not even think of moving unless something happened.
But now, Mycroft seemed full of energy, which showed that his interest in this case was even greater than his interest in lying down in his daily life.
I hope this incident will be resolved as easily and quickly as other incidents before, otherwise it will be delayed for a while longer.
After a while, Mycroft's men began to accompany the two of them to set up the crime scene. They compared the situation at the real crime scene, arranged various matters, and waited for Mycroft, who was farthest away, to give orders.
Mycroft himself was thinking.
He knew his brother Sherlock Holmes very well. A man like that might be shot in the face or killed unexpectedly, but being trapped in a sewer was unlikely to happen.
Unless there is some arrangement in the underground sewer that traps Sherlock in the sewer and he can only move forward along the route arranged by Professor Moriarty, is such an arrangement really possible?
If it exists, it only means that the agent who was previously in charge of Old London was just a bunch of idiots.
Professor Moriarty has already started large-scale construction of the underground sewers, but they are still completely unaware of it. They deserve to be killed!
Mycroft picked up the monocular and scanned the fake crime scene. He saw it all at a glance, roughly recalled the original arrangement, and after finding that the arrangements were almost the same, he sent the start signal to his men.
Suddenly, everything began to unfold according to the original plan, just like the contents of a novel.
After the police finish recording, the wife pretending to be dead will be replaced by the body of the real victim. At that time, the fake crime scene here will be almost the same as the real crime scene.
He just didn't believe that the police officers at Scotland Yard, who had become completely useless after the death of Inspector Gregson, could find out something was wrong!
"God bless you, Sherlock, don't die before my men find you."
Mycroft murmured.
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Rumble!
Somewhere in the underground sewer, the wall collapsed!
(End of this chapter)