"There is only one truth, and the prisoner is..."
"If there is a case that is difficult to solve, just go to me, Shinichi Kudo!"
"The famous detective Shinichi Kudo, Sherlock Holmes in Heisei''s time, can even be said to be the Savior of Japanese police, now suddenly lost news..."
In a cluttered office, the TV is constantly broadcasting news.
Gao Cheng, with a strange face, sits behind a messy desk, holding a newspaper in his hand.
He went through the world of Detective Conan and became a confused detective who just graduated from high school.
It''s not a dream, but it''s really across the Conan world where the death rate is extremely high and the number of cases is endless.
Unlike the famous Shinichi Kudo in the newspaper, his life is bleak.
The original owner''s name was takacheng Chenghu. His name was similar to him. When he graduated from high school, he inherited a detective agency from his dead grandfather. It was nothing. But just a few days ago, the original owner, who had no talent as a detective, messed up the only case and made a big embarrassment before the TV broadcast.
After the news spread, he became famous just like Shinichi Kudo. On the contrary, the detective agency, which was originally very difficult, suddenly closed down. There was no more commission. Under the great blow, the original owner who abandoned himself failed to cheer up. Just before he came, he died suddenly because of excessive drinking.
That''s right. A high school graduate who has just grown up and never had a drink died suddenly after drinking in the detective agency. If he didn''t cross over, it''s estimated that there will be another headline in the newspaper.
Looking around at the messy room, Gao Cheng took a deep breath.
He was a little famous in the University. He was about to take part in a famous Kendo competition, but he suddenly crossed into the Conan world. If his memory is correct, there is basically nothing left in this family, except the detective agency, which is more symbolic than the actual one. After inheriting this body, he also inherited his deep feelings for the detective agency, The only wish of the original owner is to revive the detective agency and live up to his grandfather''s name. Now the obsession is all on him.
The terrible reality is that by the end of this month, he will have no money to pay the rent. At that time, the detective agency will not be able to open. He will not even have a place to live.
I used to study Kendo in school. I didn''t have any means to make a living. Now if I don''t even have this detective agency, I really don''t know how to live
Gao Cheng subconsciously glances at the report of Shinichi Kudo on TV.
Conan world is simply a world of detectives. Many famous detectives emerge in endlessly all over the world. The most famous one in Kanto is Shinichi Kudo.
The original owner still has a deep impression on Shinichi Kudo in his memory. He even witnessed Shinichi Kudo''s reasoning show at the scene of the crime.
Of course, compared with Koto Shinichi, who has been known as "the Savior of Japanese police" and "Sherlock Holmes in Heisei era", the original owner who barely started his detective career after graduating from high school is just a passer-by calling "666". Salted fish is not really salted fish. At least salted fish can turn over
Gao Cheng''s thoughts follow the memory back to the past, and the appearance of Shinichi Kudo''s reasoning seems to be directly presented in front of him.
Standing in the crowd, he looked at the confident young man in the center of the focus enviously. He watched the young man tell the lies of the murderer under the gaze of everyone, and easily deduced the murderer''s killing method.
It''s not a feeling at all to see it on TV comics. Rao Shi has no reasoning ability. Gao Cheng can''t help but get excited when he sees it. He wants to make a reasoning like Shinichi Kudo.
"Goo Goo!" A burst of tummy calls brought Gao Cheng back to reality. There were no cases, no audience, and some had only messy detective agency offices.
Cruel reality, he now let alone become a detective, even can''t solve the problem of eating.
The most troublesome thing for him was that the detective agency didn''t have a single client after its bad reputation.
Don''t talk about big business. I don''t even have a commission to look for things
Gao Cheng clubbed his chin and continued to look up the latest newspaper. In addition to the news about the disappearance of Shinichi Kudo, there were also reports about Kogoro Maori.
In the middle section of the newspaper, there is a grandiose smile on Maori''s uncle. Through the newspaper, you can deeply feel Maori''s complacency.
"Red ghost village fire sacrifice murder, 1 billion yuan robbery..."
He doesn''t know why he can''t remember the story of the famous detective Conan, but it seems that it is not long after Shinichi Kudo shrinks and becomes Conan that Koichi Maori begins to become famous.
I don''t know whether Maori Kogoro is lucky or unfortunate. Because of Conan''s relationship, he became a detective, but I still don''t know how many times he will be anesthetized by Conan.
Gao Cheng shakes his head, breathes out a breath, glances at the messy detective agency, and takes out energy to sort it out.
No matter how the original owner is, he has to find a way to start over. As long as the detective agency gets better, there will be hope for his future life.
Clean up the bottles on the floor first. It seems that Japan forbids drinking under the age of 20. If it is found, it will be very difficult for the detective agency to know what will happen.
The layout of the room is similar to that of the general detective agency, with a desk, a sofa for guests and a coffee table, but now it''s too messy to see.
With patience and sweat, he continued to tidy up. When he picked up an old Sherlock Holmes detective book from the floor, a card suddenly fell out of the page.
"What is this?" Gao Cheng looks at the card suspiciously.
There is nothing on the front, only the back has the outline of Sherlock Holmes, which looks like something around.
Sherlock Holmes is very famous in Conan''s world. Even Shinichi Kudo is a super fan of Sherlock Holmes. The name "Conan" is also taken from Conan Doyle, the author of Sherlock Holmes'' novels.
However, he didn''t feel much about Sherlock Holmes. He liked reading novels, but he didn''t have fans. Even the original owner didn''t leave any impression.
Shaking his head, Gao Chengzheng wants to put the card back, but the scene changes. Instead of a messy office, it''s a brick and stone road covered in the dark fog.
"What?" Gao Cheng''s body was in the same place, looking around and wiping his eyes.
What the hell? What about the detective agency?
In the quiet night, the road lights on both sides of the road shine through the haze, which looks like an old British feeling.
"I seem to have seen this place..."
Gao Cheng suddenly thought of the card and the old Sherlock Holmes detective collection. The illustration on the cover of the book seemed to be the street, but it still had Sherlock Holmes on it.
"What''s going on?"
Gao Cheng looks around and touches the walls of the house. It''s cold and cold, and there''s a bad smell of haze in the air. It''s a very real feeling... But why does it suddenly appear in this place?
"This is Baker Street at the end of the 19th century." A tall and thin man appeared behind Gao Cheng. He was wearing a windbreaker, a black felt hat, a pipe and a walking stick in his hand. Under the shadow, he could not see clearly, but he felt extraordinary.
"Who are you?" Gao Cheng doubts.
"An insignificant person," the man said humorously, "you probably don''t want to know me very much."
"Eh?" Gao Cheng was stunned, thinking of the illustrations in the book, "are you... Sherlock Holmes?"
"You look like you''ve only experienced one death. Your face is terrible, and you still have the smell of alcohol... It''s too bad. Drinking too much alcohol is not good for your health. Besides, you''ve never drunk alcohol. Oh, you''ve touched the newspaper with your fingers... Is there something bad happened?" The man raised his hat brim to show a pair of bright and intelligent gray eyes, "I think, I just took over the detective agency from my grandfather, but I don''t have the talent to be a detective... This is actually nothing, it''s not difficult to be a detective, as long as you pay more attention to the details, it''s very simple, and you have this talent."
"How do you know?" Gao Cheng is still confused, "and..."
"Why are you here? Don''t think so much, you''ll know later. "
The man laughed, got on a passing carriage and said, "you will become a good detective. Seriously... Enjoy your life. It will be a great experience."
"Eh?"
On the floor of the office, Gao Cheng lay without any image. He didn''t wake up from hunger until six o''clock, and his whole body was aching to death.
Even with a different soul, the body is still very bad, very weak.
After touching his stomach, Gao Cheng yawns and sits up. In a daze, he suddenly feels that his fingers touch a hard object. He reaches for it and finds that it''s the card that fell out of the book.
Yes, it seems that after touching this card, I had a dream of Baker Street in London at the end of the 19th century, and met a man who looked like Sherlock Holmes and said some strange things.
Look at the card again.
There was nothing on the surface of the card, but when Gao Cheng looked at it, it sent out a faint halo, and a series of strange words appeared on the surface of the card.
"What is this?"
"Ghost house murder?"
"Isn''t this card Sherlock Holmes?"
In addition to the location of the event, the card also has a brief introduction and the word "trial case".
Gao Cheng rubbed his eyes and looked at the strange card again.
Except for a string of words, there seems to be no other change, not something terrible.
In doubt, there was another word on the card.
"Reward, famous detective card binding."
Gao Cheng''s eyelids jump. Is that dream true?!