No one thought that the death of a fictional character could cause such a stir.

"No one can kill Sherlock Holmes, not even his author!"

"Conan is an old fool!"

"Punish the murderer!"

Among the people in the country, the most fierce reaction is undoubtedly the film country.

After all, most people believe that Conan is a Shadow Countryman.

And the next morning, the most well-known daily magazine in the film country, published an obituary, announcing the death of Sherlock Holmes.

You know, this weekly magazine only publishes obituaries when extremely influential celebrities die, and Sherlock Holmes, such a fictional character, has such treatment, I have to say, this is really shocking. But no one was shocked, everyone thought that Sherlock Holmes deserved such treatment!

Unknowingly, Sherlock Holmes already had such an influence.

And the death of Sherlock Holmes has exposed these influences to the people of the world.

The reaction around the world was violent, but only the shadow country was the strongest.

Readers from all over the world gathered in the capital of the film country, and they marched and protested one after another, and the momentum was very huge.

The Shadow Country Police sent police forces to maintain it, but it had little success.

"Give me back Sherlock Holmes!"

"Conan changes the ending!"

"The ending must be revised!"

"'The Last Case' is the worst and most failed piece in the Sherlock Holmes series, and I ask that this one be deleted and rewritten!"

"Unsubscribe, unsubscribe, World Detective Weekly must explain this, or we will never subscribe again!"

"Conan is the murderer of Sherlock Holmes, and Sherlock Holmes must be resurrected!"

"Give me back Sherlock Holmes!

The entrance to the building of the World Detectives Association was surrounded by marchers from all directions. The reader's words and deeds are unusually excited.

"President, what should I do, the readers outside are rioting!"

"Today's magazine suffers from more than half of its readers' unsubscribes. ”

"Oh no, someone smashed the window!"

The employees of the World Detectives Association are in a hurry.

You know, according to the practice of previous years, today should be the day for readers to vote online, and after voting for the champion, there may be readers who will protest.

After all, the detectives who can come this far will definitely have a large number of fans.

Therefore, the security of the association is very high, and there are a lot of security guards outside to deal with such a thing.

But no one thought that before the results of the vote were announced, because of the death of one Sherlock Holmes, many readers would fall out.

"Damn it!"

President Hal was extremely annoyed, in his opinion, Conan wrote his protagonist to death in the last game, this is definitely not a sword to go sideways, or ingenuity, this is completely death!

Conan definitely doesn't want to play anymore!

This guy is so bad, no one knows who Conan is, what nationality he is from, and they don't even know if he is a man or a woman!

This guy is simply a bad stomach, and now it's okay, the readers' parade can't find the main owner, and they have all found the detective association!

"President, what should I do now?"

"Oh no, there are more and more people out there now!"

"The door is blocked by a coffin!"

Hal couldn't help but utter another expletive, and shouted at the same time,

"Hurry up and go out to appease the reader, just say that we will definitely try our best to find out Conan, and we will definitely let him think about changing the ending!"

"Yes!"

Several employees were ordered to go out.

"President, your call, looking for you. An employee ran up to him and said.

Hal was already busy at this time, not to mention that the person who called him today to ask Conan about it, there were not a thousand but eight hundred, and Hal was a hot personality again, he yelled,

"I won't answer anyone's phone today, get out of here!"

"President......" The employee seemed frightened, and stood there as if he had something to say.

"Don't get out yet!" Hal roared again.

The employee seemed to be about to fall like grass swaying in the wind, but he didn't know where he got the courage, even if his eyes were moistened with tears, he didn't move his steps.

"You!" said Hal, who wanted to teach him another lesson.

The employee finally caught the gap in his speech and shouted vigorously, "No, President, this is the Queen's phone number!"

The Queen's phone number.

Half's face immediately turned pale, and he just remembered that the Queen was a fan of Sherlock Holmes.

He rejected someone else's call, how can he refuse this person's call?

"Hey, yes......" Hal quickly answered the phone.

"Yes......"

"Your Majesty...... I don't know who he is?"

“…… That's right, you know, his entries were sent by you. ”

"After Hill presented this manuscript to you, he left the country, and we couldn't reach him. ”

"Yes...... Now no one knows who Conan is...... We can only wait for Hill to come back. ”

Hal had finally finished the call, and they could only hope that the gentleman who had dedicated Sherlock Holmes to the Queen would return sooner.

But what they didn't know was that the gentleman had just taken advantage of a gentleman with the same name as Conan, and he didn't know who Conan was.

At this moment, in the distant country of China.

A gentleman named Zhang Can, he got up in the early morning and went to work.

It was a normal, calm morning.

There was a smell of exhaust in the air, and a few birdsongs could be heard from time to time.

Not far behind Zhang Can, several young people ran over.

After a while, a few more ran over.

Soon, a few more ran over.

They were all holding flags and stuff in their hands, and they looked like there was some kind of activity.

But all this has nothing to do with Zhang Can.

He felt that his mood was very calm, he was such a low-key and ordinary, one of the ordinary office workers.

When he walked slowly to the TV station with such a calm mood, a round egg fell from the sky.

"Damn, there's a hidden weapon!"

Zhang Can made a move to dodge the egg accurately.

The egg fell to the ground and shattered.

It's still hot.

"Oops, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"

At this time, a young man ran over, saw Zhang Can, and couldn't help but apologize, "It turned out to be Teacher Zhang Can, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, my feet slipped, and breakfast flew away." ”

"Ah, it's okay, it's okay!"

Zhang Can waved his hand absently.

"Then thank you, Mr. Zhang Can!"

The young man bent down and bowed, looked at the eggs on the ground again, and made sure that he really couldn't eat them, and his eyes showed a little reluctance, and he turned back and walked away step by step.