Turning around the corner, Karasuma Saori picked a place where no one was there, put the burning gas tank directly on the ground, and blew out the flames spewed out in one breath - this was not a burning gas tank at all, it was just a kitchen.

The used empty jar was filled with water and stuffed a rag with alcohol on the nozzle.

Not long after, Ran Maori and Hideki Jo also ran over with the jar. When they saw Karasuma Saori, their eyes lit up. After coming to meet, they gently placed the gas tank in their hands on the ground.

Wuwan Jiuliang came over, grabbed the upper part of the gas tank and swung it hard, and even removed the top of the gas tank, revealing the Wulian Tong squatting inside.

"Ahem..." Wu Liantong stood up with her forehead covering her forehead, and her legs became weak again when she walked out of the gas tank. Fortunately, Ran Maori held her in time and did not fall to her head and blood.

Even though the gas tank has been cleaned after it is opened, there is still a gas odor inside, which makes the black lotus hidden inside dizzy and needs to breathe a while of fresh air.

"It's been smoothly done." Karasuma Sauro nodded with satisfaction: "Now we're going to meet Miss Lan and the others."

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"Mr. Karasuma!" As he was speaking, he heard Miss Lan's voice coming. Although it was exactly the same as Ran Maori, Ran Maori could not make such a cheerful voice now.

So, the meeting was successful.

"Mr. Karasuma, we went to call the fire as soon as possible after the fire broke out!" Miss Lan hurriedly said, of course she had no intention of robbing the merits: "It was Xiao Ai's idea."

"Thanks to you, I have helped a lot, Ali Ado." Karasuma Sakura praised, bent down and tried to touch Haibara's head, but the other party took a step back and avoided it.

I could dodge the first day of the 15th day of the 15th, and I was dizzy just now and rushed towards Wulian Tong, hugging Xiao Ai tightly: "Ai Jiang! You saved me, wuwuwu!"

He looked fragile after suffering, but Haibara Ai felt that this woman's face was probably pretending.

Ai Haibara subconsciously wanted to resist desperately, and put his hands on the other party's shoulder and pushed hard. Unexpectedly, Wu Liantong twitched suddenly, allowing Ai Haibara to easily distance himself.

Could it be that she was injured? Haibara Ai panicked, then looked up and looked at Wu Liantong's face carefully, and found a piece of bruised bruise on her face.

She had indeed suffered a lot just now, right? Haibara's heart softened, and the figure she saw not long ago appeared in front of her. She stopped resisting and was carried into her arms by Wu Liantong again.

This was when she heard the other side, and Miss Lan was caring about Maori Ran: "Are you injured? Is it painful?"

Ran Mori looked at his purple wrist, moved it for a while, and shook his head with a smile: "It doesn't hurt. Maybe it's just a game, but it hurts when he was hit, but then he feels nothing."

In fact, as everyone ‘gets out of battle’, this blue-purple color is also shrinking the area at a speed visible to the naked eye. It is not difficult to see that it will disappear soon.

A purple dangerous aura appeared in Wu Liantong's arms.

"Zhu Xing, where are you shining?" A small man from the young master group asked Zhu Xing Xiushu.

Mitsuhiko also looked at them with a gaze. Yuanta and Conan were clearly not in the team.

Ran Mori looked frustrated: "Aki and Yuanta have been eliminated in order to cover me. Conan... Conan!"

As she said that, she suddenly reacted and looked at Karasuma Sakira in panic.

Karasuma Saora and Mori Ran looked at each other with a little panic and embarrassment—

At first, Conan was stuffed into the cabinet because a few people beat dozens of people and had a very low chance of winning. Later, he really won, and accidentally forgot Conan.

Clearing his throat, Karasuma Sauro said seriously: "Kid Conan... is now carrying out a critical mission!"

"Stop kidding Mr. Karasuma!" Ran Mori turned around in a hurry.

Karasuma Sauro held his arms and thought about it carefully.

On the one hand, I never took care of Conan after hiding him in the cabinet. Perhaps as early as the battle began, Conan was searched out of the cabinet by a minion and killed him. But on the other hand, if I just gave up Conan like this

If it is, the game team behind may be difficult to lead.

"The fires we set started from the exterior wall. Now the fire has controlled the fire, and the fire itself will not threaten Conan's safety." Karasuma Saori first gave Moriran and the children a reassurance: "But in

After the fire is put out, the fire brigade and the police will take turns to appear wherever we go back now, it is tantamount to seeking death."

"Well... it's early morning!" Karasuma Sauro made a decision: "The early morning is usually the most slack time. If the child Conan fails to get out of his own in the early morning, we will rescue him."

Then his eyes glanced around the children: "This time I am the only one who is Ms. Maori and I will be here to rescue him."

No one objected, and this thrilling and unreaped action had already made the children understand the seriousness of the situation.

...

The place where Conan hides, the private room, and the sound insulation are very good, and Conan is still in the cabinet.

He could hear a noise outside, knowing that Mr. Karasuma and the others fought with the ambush, but after the sound subsided, he couldn't hear who would win or lose.

So Conan didn't dare to go out to see the situation, so he could only continue to hide in the cabinet and listen to the sounds outside, sometimes clamoring and sometimes accompanied by loud noises.

Until the fire ended, the club's operators returned to count the losses, firefighters went back and forth to check and eliminate the residual fire, and three other people entered the club.

"Are you sure it was Sherlock Holmes in it?" Moriarty asked with some surprise: "The Holmes I know can throw at most two pieces of charcoal with black smoke to report the fire, and he can't do anything like killing and setting fires.

!”

This club is not his property. Tonight, it is just that Moran can spend money and make it convenient for him to spend money.

Looking at the bodies piled up on the ground, Moriarty had to reconsider whether he arranged to ambush Sherlock Holmes or another group of bandits.

Stepping into the VIP room, Karasuma Renye looked around the room, and his eyes finally fell on the cabinet beside the door, then walked in and sat down at the table.

‘Someone came in?’

Moriarty came in and sat in the main seat, and then Moran sat down at the start.

"I have said before that among these people, besides Holmes, there will be one person who is comparable to Holmes." Karasuma Renye spoke in a tight voice: "Don't you think that this is the only way to be valuable and serious.

Is it?"

"Sir, I have given up the wonderful drama of Covent Garden for you and I have almost turned this place into a sea of ​​fire." Moriarty was a little dissatisfied: "Have you not had enough fun yet?"

(Why should I "play" with you? You should pay your price!)

As for Karasuma Renye's sudden change, Moriarty only thought that he was guarding against Moran.

"Don't you understand yet? If I don't help you, the guy on the other side will have already exchanged hostages for Jack the Ripper with you." Karasuma Renye had already concluded that Moriarty in front of him was just an equally stupid npc, more than him

The professor in cognition is much boring: "What's the pity about Shakespeare, who has been acting for hundreds of years? You ask yourself if you have seen the performances you have seen in the past are of difference and novelty? Why do I have to arrange with you

The last good show? It was because I was dissatisfied with the scene on the stage that it could not comfort my soul!”

Karasuma Renye pressed his voice down, but his tone became more and more high, like a bass singer sang: "The most precious performance is always under the stage, because it will only happen once! How can a small club be enough? This whole London

Isn’t the city just a good stage?”

"As for what you want? That's your own business! If you want it, go and get it yourself, imperial royal family? Princes and nobles? So what if you let everything in London be overturned for this good show? Only after destruction is

Eternal art!”

‘I met a madman.’ Moriarty thought.

‘My dear guest is a lunatic, right?’ Moran thought.
Chapter completed!