"Mr. Holmes!"

At this time, there was a sudden knock on the door, and the maid's voice came in: "There is a young lady named Mao Lilan outside, and a young man who worked with you a while ago is looking for you!" ”

"Go and call them all in, I'll be waiting for them in the living room."

"Okay."

When Fujino heard the familiar name, he immediately knew that someone else had come to him as he expected.

He first put away his cane sword and commanded the maid outside the door.

Then he pushed open the door, went to the study and living room, sat down on the sofa, picked up his pipe, lit it, and took a puff.

"Hoo ......"

Exhaling a puff of smoke, Fujino cocked Jiro's legs, the corners of his mouth raised a curvature, and he looked interested: "I really don't know what kind of expressions they will have when they see Sherlock Holmes......

"Oh, by the way, it's Sherlock Vine now."

…………

Gate 221.

At this time, everyone was anxiously waiting.

After walking for so long, they finally came to Baker Street.

They all instinctively felt a little curious about this detective.

At this moment, the maid opened the door and looked at the crowd with a smile on her face: "Come in, Mr. Holmes is waiting in his drawing-room." ”

"Excuse me!"

Everyone greeted politely and entered the door.

Conan, on the other hand, followed behind, shaking his little hand in his trouser pocket expectantly.

Led by the maid, the group came to the door of Holmes's room.

"Mr. Holmes!"

The maid knocked on the door and shouted inside.

"Come in."

A muffled sound came from inside the door.

Conan couldn't hide the smile on his lips.

I really don't know what Sherlock Holmes is like here......

After all, it was his idol Sherlock Holmes, alas!

Gray Yuan Wai glanced at Conan with a flat face: "You can't wait like this?" ”

"That's Sherlock Holmes!"

"It's just a virtual game, it's all fake."

"Sherlock Holmes is Sherlock Holmes, it doesn't matter if it's virtual."

Conan said with a serious face, he naturally knew that it was virtual, but although it was only a virtual image in the game, as long as he could talk to the great detective, he was also very excited, immersed in the little bubble he was looking forward to!

“……”

Gray Plains stared calmly at Conan, who was already impatient.

Isn't it just a fictional character, is it?

That's why she doesn't understand this kind of detective or something.

I'm afraid that the greater the expectation, the more crumbling the beautiful vision will be when it is shattered.

"Kata!"

At this moment, the maid pushed open the door, and everyone entered the red-toned study living room.

One was dressed in a brown trench coat and a peaked cap, sitting on a single sofa with his back to them, with clouds looming in front of him.

"Sherlock Holmes ......"

Conan looked at the back, his heart pounding.

To be able to meet the living Sherlock Holmes can make the child very happy!

It's just that why does it always feel a little familiar with this back?

Hawkers, I must have seen similar film and television images before!

Conan thought to himself.

"Well, are you Mr. Holmes?"

Xiaolan usually heard that her childhood sweetheart said how powerful Sherlock Holmes was, and when she saw a living person today, she naturally felt very curious, but she also felt a little familiar, so she couldn't help but ask first.

"That's right, I'm Sherlock Holmes."

Fujino stood up, wearing a brown trench coat, a peaked cap, and a pipe, and turned his head to look at everyone: "May I ask if this lovely young lady has anything to do with me?" ”

Gray Plains: "......"

Conan: "......"

Xiaolan: "......"

Garden: "......"

Everyone present: "......"

Everyone collectively looked at the extremely familiar and similar faces in front of them, and they were all stunned in place.

No, it can't be said to be extremely similar, it's the same person!

"Fuji ...... Fujino-senpai? ”

Xiaolan came to her senses, her ignorant eyes were full of confusion, and she couldn't help but hesitate when she pointed at Sherlock Vine.

"Huh?"

Sherlock Teng frowned, looked at Xiaolan, walked over with a cane, and wondered, "This lovely young lady, what do you call me...... Do I look like someone you know? ”

"Forehead ......"

Xiaolan didn't know what to say.

It can't be said to be like, it can only be said that it is simply a person.

"Fujino-senpai, why are you here?"

The garden was the first to stay in Bengbu, and strode forward regardless of the image, pinched his hands on the waist of the red dress, and stepped forward to take a look: "We are all worried!" ”

"So, who is Fujino?"

Our Sherlock Fujino didn't intend to blow up his vest, he took two steps back, his brows still frowning: "This young lady, have we ever met?" ”

"Hmm...... Don't you really know us? ”

Yuanzi pursed his lips, also a little ignorant, stretched out his hand and grabbed Fujino's face, pulled it slightly, and then murmured: "This is not a disguise......

"Ahem!"

Sherlock Vine coughed lightly and hurriedly took two steps back, glanced at the bright red dress, and looked at the garden with some vigilance in his eyes: "This scantily clad lady, please be reserved." ”

Garden: "......?" ”

Dressed revealingly, this is a normal dinner dress, okay?

In this conservative era, it is indeed a bit 'immoral'.

Alas?! Wait, what does it mean to be reserved?

Am I being treated like a female hooligan?

“……”

Gray Plains looked at Sherlock Vine in front of him, his small eyes full of great doubts.

She knew this person very well, and she couldn't forget it, it must be Fujino.

But...... Now this is the shrimp situation?

Could it be that he was brainwashed by the hateful game and turned into an NPC?

Not so much not so ......

Gray Yuan comforted himself in his heart.

After thinking about it, she thought of another possibility.

Fujino is acting again!

Well, if he is assigned to this role according to his character, it is indeed possible to show his acting skills a little.

I secretly thought of this possibility in my heart, and the successful GAT reached the point.

She glanced back at Conan, who looked very ugly, as if he had eaten something unpalatable.

"How?"

Gray Yuan said with interest: "How does this super fan of Sherlock Holmes feel after seeing his idol?" ”

Conan: "¥%......#......@#@~!!! ”

Feeling, how do I feel, you and my Fujino sixth old six are Sherlock Holmes?

What to send Sherlock Holmes, isn't this Fujino?!

Is this like, is this reasonable?

This is not in the river!

Grass, actually used Fujino to fool me, an eighteen-year-old high school student!

You think I'm going to believe it!

At this time, Conan looked loveless, and 10,000 drafts rushed by in his heart.

The pure and dreamy white bubble that I was expecting was instantly pierced!

I couldn't see any light in my eyes, and I was completely spoiled.......