Qingwen stood in the place where Conan's body had appeared, for a long, long time.

She was looking for a trace of the original scene, or the remnants of that atmosphere.

However, nothing......

The weather was very cold, Lei Li walked over, silently hit the umbrella on top of her head, Xu Qingwen stood in place and was too distracted, she herself didn't even notice that there was a light rain in the sky.

This season, it is the time of late autumn and winter, even if it is a light rain, it is extraordinarily heavy, hitting the umbrella, making the sound of Peng Deng Peng Deng, making this already deserted alley even more lonely and desolate.

At the moment when Qingwen was concentrating, suddenly, the surrounding scenery changed, and slowly, the surrounding buildings disappeared, and gradually appeared Big Ben, and Westminster Abbey appeared......

Somehow, Lei Li, the assistant who had just made Qingwen feel a little dependent, also disappeared without a trace, and only he was still in place.

Yes, only the light rain still feels familiar.

At the turn of late autumn to winter, the breath of wind and rain makes Qingwen feel as if she has returned to her hometown, rather than being divorced from reality.

Seeing the carriages driving on the street, and the gentlemen and ladies wearing ceremonial dresses, Qingwen felt as if she had returned to the seventeenth and eighteenth centuries mentioned in the textbooks.

The landmark here also made Qingwen recognizable at a glance, this is London.

If according to the parallel space, Qingwen must have imagined in the place where Conan died, and attracted herself to the same heart rate as Conan at that time, so the same is the same, naturally, Conan took Qingwen to the place where he went before he died.

Although Qingwen is a little maid from the Southern Zhou Dynasty, this does not mean that Qingwen is a blank for this modern society after coming to this life, don't forget that Qingwen's identity in this life is a scholar.

As soon as Qingwen searched her mind for the corresponding graphic memory, she immediately knew that this was Westminster Abbey, that one was Big Ben, and that one was the Eye of London......

Could this be the place where Conan came to investigate?

If so, how did he lose himself in it, so much so that he ended up losing his life?

Qingwen really wanted to pursue it.

"Is your little cousin of Inspector Conan, Kebei?" asked a coachman politely.

Qingwen nodded, surprised that she could understand the other party's London accent English.

It's just that Qingwen easily didn't dare to make a sound, for fear of speaking a big Northeast dialect.

Qingwen neatly put away the umbrella and followed the coachman into the carriage.

The coachman turned back to Qingwen and said, "Miss, we will go to No. 10 Charing Street now, where the master will connect with you." ”

Qingwen was not prepared at all, and the unpreparedness here does not refer to traveling to London in the seventeenth century, but to not being prepared to dock with the people who Conan knew.

However, it seems that it is a little difficult to ride a tiger, Qingwen is thinking that if she can't go back to that life now, should she get by in a safe place, and it's not too late to find a way to go back when she sees the opportunity, besides, it's going to be dark soon, and a strange girl is indeed unsafe on the street, and there is no place to go. Qingwen suddenly remembered something and began to feel around, rummaging to see if she had a credit card or RMB with her, because she entered the office when she left the house, and the transportation was driven by Lei Li in person, so Qingwen didn't have such a concept of spending money at all, and she signed all kinds of checks and checked the accounts every day, and she didn't develop the habit of carrying cash with her at all.

When she found that there were no banknotes on her body or in her bag, not even coins, Qingwen suddenly laughed at herself, and said in her heart:

"This finally turned over, from a serf to an heir to an inheritance, the eldest bourgeois lady, before she could sit back and enjoy the fruits of the revolution, she accidentally distributed herself to this old society, and moreover, she became a poor person at the bottom. ”

When she arrived at a luxurious apartment, Qingwen was a little apprehensive, not knowing what she would encounter soon.

An old man with a white beard with a pipe in his mouth came out and said to Qingwen:

"You are Mr. Conan's sister Kebei, fortunately, fortunately. “

Qingwen wanted to shake hands with the old man, but suddenly remembered that she wanted to follow the local customs, so she came to a curtsy and said, "Fortunately, it is me." “

The old gentleman introduced himself: "I'm Benjamin, and here I'm the head of the London branch of the Conan Detective Agency. “

Qingwen said, "Is there anything you need me to do?"

Qingwen herself was shocked by herself, it turned out that she could not only understand English, but also communicate fluently in English. It's a great thing to celebrate.

The old gentleman said, "Since Mr. Conan took the victim's clothes and said that he would come back in three or five days, and there has been no news since, I think, perhaps, that your arrival is an attempt to complete the follow-up work of his stay here." “

Qingwen seemed to be a duck that had been caught on the shelf, so she had to nod her head hesitantly.

The old gentleman didn't have any suspicions, he introduced the old housekeeper who took care of the house for Qingwen, and then explained some life matters, and then got up to say goodbye, saying that it was not too early, and he would talk about it tomorrow if there was something.

Qingwen sat at the dining table, with a sense of familiarity back home, and the old housekeeper arranged a candlelight dinner for Qingwen, and plates of delicious food came up in the dim candlelight.

Qingwen pinched her nose and couldn't bear it, what was as heavy as the cheese that tasted like the armpits, what was dry like a piece of paper bread. However, Qingwen seems to have lost care of Sven and exquisite, after all, she has been hungry for a long time, so she can't swallow and reluctantly delivers the food that tastes like chewing wax to her mouth.

Lying on a comfortable bed, Qingwen listened to the evening prayer of the church bells outside, and thought to herself, why did she come here, but what to do in this cold and cold London with a cold and haze everywhere?!

Qingwen learned this history from books, London in the seventeenth and eighteenth centuries, this period was the period of the rise of capitalism, and it was also the time when capitalism seized people's land through the enclosure movement, and then liberated the peasants who were bound on the rural land and became blue-collar workers in the factories in the city.

In such an environment, in pursuit of wealth, the capitalists are driving the factories to the maximum horsepower to extract the surplus value of the laborers.

The books she had read more or less paved the way for Qingwen to enter here.