"How do you feel?" Chen Ze walked out with a plate in his hand. He looked at the smiling Moriarty and Holmes, and then at Conan, who was sitting there in a daze.
"Very good. To be honest, I like this type of game very much. It's much better than the boring Scotland Yard." Holmes looked at Chen Ze with a smile. He loved this kind of brain-burning reasoning game, and this time, except for the young Joan of Arc, the other players were very strong.
If a battle of wits was visible, then they were gladiators who had just come down from the arena. On one hand, they had to carefully consider their words, choose the right angle of defense, and not give others a chance to attack them.
On the other hand, he also had to pay attention to the other players' comments and find loopholes in their logic to defeat them. Moreover, the time he had to speak was very limited. This led to another problem, which was how to fully express his thoughts in the limited time.
After this battle of wits, Holmes felt that it was similar to investigating a case, and it was a relatively difficult case. Holmes found that as long as he came to the restaurant more often, he would have something to do.
What's more, as the spider in the center of the web retracted its tentacles, the number of cases in Scotland Yard decreased significantly. Most of the remaining cases were trivial matters that Holmes was not interested in. If it weren't for Moriarty, Holmes might have been idle for a long time.
At least compared to smoking at home, this kind of game was more suitable for Holmes, and Watson would not object to it. After all, it was not harmful to the body, was it?
But …
Holmes glanced at Moriarty. After returning to his own world, Moriarty was probably the only one who could be his opponent, but the two of them could not play at all.
"Well, Mr. Store Manager, then we will take our leave." Moriarty picked up his belongings and ended the battle of wits. He sent Jehanne, who was in a hurry to go home. They had a good meal today and could now go home and rest.
"Is Mr. Holmes leaving too?" Conan asked a little shyly, looking at Holmes.
"Well, after all, if we let this bad guy go back alone, it may cause some unnecessary trouble. And how do I know if he will arrange anything during this period?" Holmes looked at his little fan, and he was very satisfied with this little fan.
Conan was not only his fan, but most importantly, Conan was also a detective. In his world, there was a black organization that was very mysterious. It could be said that they were quite a challenging opponent.
"Hehehe, a mini famous detective ~ The crime rate in your world is really high ~ Even I want to take a look there!" The clown laughed as he finished the beer in his glass and placed his feet on the chair in satisfaction.
"It's alright. I actually don't feel anything." Conan smiled awkwardly. From the game just now, he had realized how crazy this man with makeup on his face was.
It could even be said that he was crazy. For the clown in front of him, it seemed that there was nothing that could make him stop smiling. He always smiled like this, even if his identity was …
Conan's gaze became more serious. Although he speculated that it was impossible for guests from other worlds to go to other worlds, the problem was, what if this crazy man found a way?
The black organization was enough to give Conan a headache. If this crazy clown was added to the mix, Conan did not know what would happen. Perhaps the whole of Japan would go crazy?
After sending Moriarty and Holmes off, the clown also left with a smile. However, after he left, he left behind a very familiar weapon for Chen Ze.
"This looks like the frozen weapon of the Frost Man, right? Why did the clown bring this thing here? "Chen Ze looked at the thing in front of him and did not know whether to laugh or cry.
This thing would most likely be gone if he took it out, so Chen Ze could only play with it in the restaurant and keep it as a collection.
"Conan, everyone else has gone back. Why aren't you leaving?" Chen Ze yawned. It was already afternoon. After these guys played Werewolf, they had spent a lot of time. Chen Ze looked at his phone. It would be time to make lunch in a while.
Even Zhu Guangming had left. He still had to do his own things. During this time, Holmes and Moriarty also gave Zhu Guangming some advice. Now, Zhu Guangming had his own ideas.
"You haven't answered my question, right?" Conan looked at Chen Ze with narrowed eyes.
"Huh? Did you ask a question? "Chen Ze was really a little confused. He did not remember Conan asking him anything.
"It's the black organization, manager!" Conan was anxious. He wanted to jump up and kick Chen Ze's knee to teach him a lesson.
"Oh, you're talking about Rum and the others. I only know that when they came to my restaurant for dinner, two of them said their names. One was Rum, and the other was Belmond." Chen Ze smiled and rubbed Conan's head. He realized that he was becoming a middle-aged man. When he saw children, he would always want to rub their heads.
This was not good. He had to change this habit. Otherwise, it would be troublesome to go out of the restaurant. He would be treated as a pervert.
"Rum? Belmond? "Conan blinked. It was indeed the style of using wine as a name.
"Hmm, other than that, I don't have any more information …" Chen Ze saw Conan's perverted gaze.
"If you want to get DNA or something, I can only advise you to give up on that idea. I've washed the dishes and put them in the disinfectant cabinet to disinfect them …" Then, Chen Ze saw Conan looking at the trash can with the same perverted gaze.
"I've thrown away the trash. Don't even think about it." Chen Ze rolled his eyes. He did not know why, but when Conan mentioned the black organization, he felt particularly reckless.
"Sigh, manager, that's not right. It's not easy to keep biological material. Why would you let it go?" Conan sighed. If he did not see Betty diligently wiping the stool, he would have gone to see if there was anything on the stool that could be used to extract DNA.
"Emmmm …" Chen Ze felt that his expression was like an old man on the subway looking at his phone. He was the owner of a restaurant. Why would he want to keep other people's biological material?
Brother, I'm the owner of a restaurant, not a restaurant or a brothel!
"Why don't you come every day? Those people don't have a fixed time anyway." Chen Ze suggested.
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