It was dark early in London, and since Sheriff Scott sent Qingwen home, Qingwen had a simple dinner and went upstairs to rest alone.

At this moment, it was already completely dark. Looking out of her attic window, you can see the situation on this side of the slum. Many blue-collar workers who have left their jobs from factories walk the streets with heavy steps.

Hazy street lamps, sporadic light rain and backs stretched by lights...... Everything seems so bleak.

However, Qingwen found that the tired workers were not walking home, but were all gathered in a tavern at the end of the street, and Qingwen couldn't think of a reason.

Suddenly, she remembered something, in the politics class, she had learned that capitalism in order to maintain its own prices will even pour all the milk that cannot be sold into the sea, instead of giving relief to the poor who can't afford to eat milk, and then, Qingwen remembered a capitalist phenomenon, that is, the enclosure movement, the peasants lost their land, and they could only become people who sold their labor, and only in this way could they make a living, presumably, the scene of the eighteenth century in London, England, which I saw at this moment, some of the workers were people who lost their homes in the enclosure movement, they were displaced, they could never find their roots in the city, and they could never return to the pastoral life of the past, back to their homeland.

This sorrow, as well as the frustration and loss of being reduced to a labor force, undoubtedly gave these blue-collar workers an excuse to drink to drown their sorrows.

After some time, when Qingwen looked into the street again, there were not only more homeless people, but also some drunk people, and some girls standing on the street.

Qingwen had an impulse to go there and ask how Conan died in the end, and ask if they were also friends of the three dead sellers, but Qingwen couldn't.

Sergeant Coster said that as a guest from the East, he had an obligation to protect her, and therefore decided not to go out without his permission, let alone any attempt to go out at night.

Qingwen also somewhat agreed with Sheriff Scott's request, after all, now, this ripper Jack is still at large, and he may commit the crime again at any time, and it is more likely to commit the same crime, because as a woman, she should be extra careful.

Sheriff Scott says that thanks to Inspector Conan's investigation, it has brought some life and a little clue to this unsolved case.

However, when Qingwen went to ask Sheriff Scott, the sheriff looked embarrassed and hesitant, and in the end, he didn't say why, it seems that Sheriff Scott's performance shows two points.

The first point shows that Sheriff Scott is consciously protecting Qingwen and letting her not get involved in the case as much as possible, after all, once she is involved, whether it is formal or informal, unless she can help solve the case thoroughly, otherwise, Qingwen will not only be in vain, but also may be targeted by the real murderer because she knows too much about the inside story, in that case, her life will be in danger. So, the second reason is that Sheriff Scott seems to look down on Qingwen, and doesn't even want Qingwen to participate in the process of solving the case to help repay the overspending expenses caused by Conan before, in the eyes of Sheriff Scott, there is a great possibility that he thinks that Qingwen is a woman, and it is just a woman's opinion, and there will be no greater contribution to the case than Conan.

In this regard, Qingwen does not care about Sheriff Scott's attitude, after all, he is a foreign monk.

There is too much information received today, and Qingwen thinks to herself, I'm afraid that she will cause sleep disorders due to overthinking. However, her predictions were not accurate.

Hazy, Qingwen took a nap.

In a trance, I felt that I was Inspector Conan, wearing a green vest, hiking boots, and a civilized crutch in my hand.

Qingwen didn't feel that there was anything wrong with Conan's body now, because Qingwen knew that Conan deliberately rescued herself from the explosion of the palanquin, just to deliberately arrange for him to come to this life to inherit his old man's unfinished will.

At this moment, Conan, possessed by Qingwen, was walking in the dark night, not afraid of the dark night and wet weather in London at all.

The dark stone path was filled with only the sound of tinkling, clanging footsteps, and the footsteps reverberated through the streets.

Qingwen thought to herself, I'm afraid this must be the second half of the night, otherwise, it wouldn't be so lonely and lonely. But somehow, she felt the heat in Conan's heart, and it spewed out vigorously, it seems that Conan is now enthusiastic and unafraid of this red light district where murder has occurred.

Qingwen really wanted to say to her current carrier: "Big cousin, let's go home." However, she especially noticed that Conan was so determined that he was bent on solving the case tonight.

Suddenly, a dark shadow stopped in front of me.

Conan raised his eyes and saw that it was not a fierce god, but a very tall girl, who had a cigarette in one hand and a hip in the other, as if the world had been laid out for her. This kind of bearing, it's not like a street girl.

The woman came to her and said to Conan:

"Interesting, sir?"

Conan perked himself together and said, "You can make a friend." ”

The other covered his mouth and said, "Fifty shillings for a pound." ”

Conan nodded, muttering as if to say "Okay, okay".

Qingwen had to follow Conan's physical body, but she was still surprised that Conan agreed so readily.

The girl took Conan's arm and walked forward, but after a few steps, she stopped.

This is a secluded place, not only is there no one around, but there are some winding paths, and it seems that people can choose a path to go down at will.

The girl said to Conan, "You have to pay first, you know, the rules have changed." ”

Qingwen wanted to stop Conan from dealing with this man any further, but her consciousness couldn't affect Conan.

Why can't it be affected? Qingwen was puzzled.

The more anxious he was to intervene in Conan, the more he found that he could not affect Conan at all.

Qingwen was very puzzled.

Suddenly, she figured out that she was now in a dream, and this dream directly cut into the theme through what she thought during the day: how did Conan die?

Then, in a dream, I was able to follow Conan's steps and approach the crime scene step by step.