In front of the Bridge Club.

"I've brought them here." Standing in front of a carriage, the man bowed slightly and said respectfully to the figure sitting in the carriage.

"Okay, thank you for your hard work." The figure in the car chuckled and whispered, then stopped making a sound, as if quietly observing everyone.

Not only was he observing the crowd, but Conan and the others were also observing the figure in the car.

In the shadow of the carriage, most of the figure was obscured, making it difficult to see his physiognomy and figure, and only his low but majestic voice could be heard.

"The person who can compete with Moran is worthy of being a disciple of Sherlock Holmes." The figure in the car whispered, from the tone, he seemed to be laughing, but it didn't seem to be laughing, this crying and laughing tone gave people the illusion of standing in front of the Huangran temple and suddenly hearing the statue speak, "And that child, I actually felt a trace of a temperament similar to mine from him, not bad, not bad." He praised twice in a row, which also surprised Xiaolan slightly.

It occurred to her that when Charlotte was in Tokyo before, people gave him the title of "Silent Moriarty"!

Don't...... Xiaolan looked at Qianyu and exhaled slightly.

It should just be similar......

"But what are you looking for me?" The figure in the car changed his words and became slightly playful, "If you don't give a reason, that guy Moran will be held accountable for your disrespect." ”

"In that case, you must know yourself well." Before everyone could speak, Qianyu chuckled lightly and spoke slowly, "I think you and I have similar habits, but I don't have the habit of letting a stand-in speak to others instead of me." After saying that, Asa Yu suddenly raised his head, and a golden light burst out of his eyes, shooting directly at the figure in the carriage.

"What do you mean by that?" The figure in the car was silent for a moment and said slowly.

"Xiao Feng, what are you talking about?" Xiaolan on the side looked at Asa Yu in surprise, while Conan's pupils shrank and he didn't say a word.

"Stop acting." Asa Yu sneered and looked at the figure in the carriage, "You are not the real Professor Moriarty at all, you are just an impostor." The real professor......" He tilted his head slightly, the golden sword cut through the darkness of the night, and looked directly at the man who was standing quietly on the side like a butler, and grinned, "Over here!" ”

The butler-like man was silent for a moment, then let out a hearty laugh.

"Hahaha!" The man laughed, "That's right, how did you find out?" With that, he gently removed his wide-brimmed hat, revealing a typical Englishman look.

He was about forty years old, maybe older, with gray-white silver hair neatly combed, a pair of turquoise eyes shining with essence, slightly thin lips, habitually raised, giving people a faint fear of them when they met. The professor had a faint scent of cologne on his body, and he looked at Asa Yu with a smile.

Asa Feather stepped forward, his golden eyes looked at Professor Moriarty without fear, Conan was shocked to find that the temperament of the two was integrated, although it was not unscrupulously exuded, but it could also be seen that the temperament of the two was actually glued to each other, as if they were confronting, although Asa Feather was in a weak position, but there was no fear at all.

"It's easy to recognize, isn't it?" Qianyu said lightly, "That guy Moran, would you say 'please wait a minute' to an attendant?" Moreover, you give me a very similar feeling to Brother Charlotte, and Brother Charlotte is called 'Silent Moriarty', how can someone who makes me feel similar can be a simple butler or something like that? I guess it's a temptation to teach you, right? Speaking of this, Asa Yu turned his head and looked at the figure of the old man who slowly took off his hat and climbed out of the carriage, "Come to think of it, he should be your coachman or something, right?" ”

"That's a good point!" Professor Moriarty's face showed a rare hint of joy, "What a smart boy! When I see you, it's as if I've seen a miniature version of myself. With that, Moriarty burst out laughing again.

"Your cologne has been exposed, too." Conan took a step forward and smiled slightly, and suddenly, the temperament field between the two was suddenly broken, "Although I heard that the professor is a fashionable old man who likes natural fragrance cologne, I didn't expect it to be true." ”

"You're not easy, either." Glancing at Conan with a little curiosity, Moriarty sighed regretfully, "It's a pity that it's a disciple of Sherlock Holmes, so, do you have anything to do with me?" ”

"Jack the Ripper." Asa Yu said lightly, "That murderer, you let it out in order to turn London into a capital of terror, right?" ”

"Not exactly." Professor Moriarty chuckled, "I am in control of the darkness of all London, but I am not inhuman. ”

"Jack the Ripper, the street boy I picked up in the slums." Professor Moriarty looked at Asa Yu, "Although he is a child abandoned by his mother, I can feel his talent at a glance. At this, he chuckled, but his voice was chilling, "The talent of being a criminal." ”

"Although I trained him to be a first-class killer, he has become a murderer beyond my imagination." Glancing at Conan deeply, Professor Moriarty continued, "This series of cases is actually the result of his loss of control. If you want to deal with him, I'm happy to help. ”

"Help?" Xiao Lan was taken aback, "This ......"

Asa Yu didn't say a word, just stared quietly at the professor's turquoise eyes.

"Although he has started to lose control, if I give the order to kill, he will still obey it." The professor smiled slightly, but his words were terrifying, "You just need to go to that place in advance and wait for him." ”

"But how, exactly?" Conan stared at Professor Moriarty's face, "How do we get in touch with you?" ”

"I'll put a message on the advertising board of the Sunday Times tomorrow." The professor smiled again, "However, I have one condition for doing so. ”

"Conditions?" Conan was stunned.

"That's right, just one condition." Professor Moriarty said leisurely, "After all, Sherlock Holmes and I are mortal enemies, although we can join forces temporarily, but I also need to make sure that this is not a plot of Sherlock Holmes against me, so I need to make sure." ”

"What guarantees?" Conan sweated slightly on his forehead, and he had a bad premonition in his heart.

"This kid." Moriarty smiled and pointed at Light Feather.

"What!" Everyone was shocked.