Chapter 784 Why Can’t I Control My Mouth? (Please Vote and Subscribe!!!)

6:30pm, Royal Opera House.

All kinds of luxurious carriages stopped in front of the theater. The nobles in gorgeous clothes, wearing bright gems in their hands, stroking their curvy mustaches, and holding out their bellies, walked into the theater under the respectful welcome of the waiters.

"Hey, isn't the board ready yet?!"

"The performance is about to begin. Get Mrs. Schindler the dress she wants!"

"There's something dirty on the carpet and on the floor. Clean it up quickly!"

At the back door of the Opera House, busy staff came and went, and the noise was also mixed with several nobles holding flowers, who came here to visit Irene Adler.

"This way, this way!"

Near the back door, Sawada Hongshu kept waving his little hands, urging Sakaki and others.

Sakaki and others quickened their pace and walked into the employee passage.

Their hearts were a little heavy, because just when they passed by Big Ben, they discovered

There are only the last 8 minutes left.

There are 50 players, and currently there are only 8 left. Apart from Sakaki Makoto, 7, who else is there?

Hattori Heiji couldn't help but start to panic again. He scratched his head and walked at the end, and even his mood for solving the case became much weaker.

"hateful!"

He said angrily:

"If it's really He Ye, I have to settle the score with her!"

The benefits of fully immersive gaming are many, but the disadvantages are also obvious.

After playing for such a long time, everyone has completely entered the game, subconsciously thinking that they are in London at the end of the 19th century, surrounded by living people instead of NPCs.

In this way.

If one person is eliminated, the impact on others will be huge.

Anyway, Sakaki never leaves Xiao Ai, and whenever a stranger dares to approach, he will receive a warning look from his eyes.

Thanks to him, Xiao Ai, who had just taken a bath and was fragrant, could walk on the street with confidence, holding her white gauze skirt.

"Hey! Who are you!"

A middle-aged man blocked the way. He seemed to be a staff member of the theater. He stared at Sakaki and the others and scolded:

"Non-related personnel are allowed to enter here!"

"We are friends of Miss Irene Adler, and were asked to come by Mr. Sherlock Holmes."

Mao Lilan reacted quickly and immediately made an excuse:

"Mr. Holmes was away on business, but when he heard that Miss Irene Adler was performing tonight, he called and asked us to send a bouquet of flowers to cheer her up!"

Conan quickly raised the flowers in his hand to express his intention.

"Friends of Miss Irene and Mr. Holmes?"

After looking at the bouquet, the middle-aged man frowned but did not relax his vigilance:

"You guys are sending me roses. As far as I know, Mr. Holmes is a low-key person and would never show his love in such a grand way."

"Huh?"

Conan was stunned. It was he who came up with the idea of ​​sending flowers. According to common sense,

At this time, the NPC would take the initiative to give way. Why did it change its temper?

Are they supposed to use illegal means to find Irene Adler?

"I said you really don't understand human accidents."

Sakaki sighed, walked forward and put his hand into his arms:

"As a loyal and dedicated manager of the theater, why would you let people into the lounge casually?"

"but."

"Mr. Manager, do you think this is a photo of Sherlock Holmes?"

Two 1-pound notes were handed to the middle-aged man. The character on them was ******, who had nothing to do with Sherlock Holmes, and even had the wrong gender.

However.

"Ahem, it's indeed a picture of Sherlock Holmes."

After taking the banknote, the middle-aged man put it into his arms, straightened the bow, and said:

"I believe you are involved with Holmes, but you are still not allowed into the lounge."

"Why?"

"Miss Irene is putting on makeup and cannot be disturbed. If you really want to see her, you need to queue up."

After saying that, the middle-aged man raised his hand and pointed at the long line of people lined up outside the door. They were all upper-class people in suits and ties. Like Conan, they were holding flowers and looking forward to it.

"Mr. Manager, could you please be accommodating?"

Sakaki's tone suddenly became much calmer, completely different from before:

"Mr. Holmes has something very important to see Miss Irene."

"no!"

The middle-aged man flatly refused:

"The most important thing now is the performance!"

"This performance is related to Miss Eileen's future development, and no mistakes are allowed!"

“So that’s how it is”

Shaking his head regretfully, Sakaki waved to him:

"Mr. Manager, come here, I have some good stuff here."

"Good luck."

The middle-aged man's eyes lit up. He remembered the 2 pounds he had just received. He thought that Sakaki Cheng was so 'sensible' and wanted to bribe him. He suddenly became interested and stepped forward, stretching his neck:

"What's so good?"

"Don't worry, I'll bring out the good stuff right now."

Holding his shoulder, Sakaki led the middle-aged man to the shipping box. Taking advantage of his unpreparedness, he held the man's head and knocked him hard against the wall!

Boom!

There was a kiss between the forehead and the solid brick wall. The middle-aged man said nothing and passed out instantly.

When he fell, Sakaki held his shoulders and let him sit on the wooden box, his head hanging down, as if he was asleep.

"If you don't eat the toast, you will be punished with a drink."

Sakaki patted his sleeves, sneered, and took back the 2 pounds.

He didn't want to take action at first, as long as the other party knew the situation and could pass smoothly.

Who would have thought that it would be a bit unbearable for a middle-aged man to play tricks on others?

The watchdog was dealt with in an understatement, and the road ahead was clear. No one would jump out to stop Sakaki and the others.

Moving forward, everyone soon came to a lounge.

On the door of the lounge, there is an oil painting of a girl holding a rose in her mouth. She is graceful, with smooth patterns and rich use of colors, and a unique composition. It gives people a suffocating beauty.

"Love God"

There is a line of small words engraved at the bottom of the oil painting.

"This should be the work of Alphonse Mucha."

When everyone was stunned by the beauty of the oil painting, Conan said:

"Now he himself is studying at the Académie Julian in Paris."

"Don't you think the girl in the painting looks familiar?"

Mao Lilan said doubtfully:

"I seem to have seen her somewhere"

Her long brown hair is curled up in front of her forehead. Even if she closes her eyes, she can't stop the girl's charm.

After being reminded by Mao Lilan,

Everyone felt a little familiar.

"Mader, isn't this our second master, the famous Baroness of the Night, Yukiko Kudo!"

Kidd shouted.

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"Yes, yes, I just said it looks so familiar. It turns out to be Miss Yukiko!"

Mao Lilan suddenly realized, and then became even more confused:

"Why did she appear in the painting?"

"Don't mention it, it must be dad's bad taste."

Feeling helpless, Conan subconsciously answered:

"Really, that couple shows off like this every day"

The sound stopped suddenly.