books44 Chapter 246 London Shadow: Like Father, Like Son
Chapter 246 London Shadow: Like Father, Like Son
Chapter 246 London Film: Like Father, Like Son
I shot Gin.
I fired at Gin!
Her right hand, which had been pulling the trigger, was gripped tightly. Shiho Miyano, panting, followed her sister as they fled. Her light blue pupils dilated, and her cheeks flushed crimson; she had not yet recovered from the shock.
Shooting at Gin was something she never even dared to dream of.
Akemi Miyano nervously looked back, but seeing no dark figure, she stopped and gasped for breath: "Huff, huff... We finally escaped! That was so dangerous!"
A slender, pale finger gently touched her cheek, and Akemi Miyano turned her head in a daze:
"Ai? Are you alright?"
Shiho Miyano raised her lips, smiled, and shook her head. She raised her hands, cupping Akemi Miyano's face in her warm palms, her fingertips gently rubbing below the wound on her cheekbone, feeling a slight itch.
Akemi Miyano blinked: "Are you asking about my cheek?"
Miyano Shiho nodded.
"It's okay, it doesn't hurt anymore. Ai was very brave just now!"
"Haibara? What are you doing here?"
A familiar greeting with a slightly hoarse voice came from behind. Shiho Miyano stared at the Kudo father and son, who had broken the atmosphere, with her half-moon eyes.
"I just heard running and I thought something had happened again."
"We've run into Jack the Ripper! He attacked Manager Miyano!"
"What!" Conan exclaimed in surprise. "Let's go together and talk about what happened!"
"..."
“I see. Luckily you escaped.” Conan stroked his chin, summarizing the pattern. “Based on Manager Miyano’s statement when he was attacked, they believed that the trigger for Jack the Ripper’s attack was singing. But now, that switch seems to have gone out of control.”
Shiho Miyano pulled out a notepad: [So, are you still planning to stick to the original plan?]
After communicating with the detectives, Shiho Miyano also learned about their plans.
Jack the Ripper followed Professor Moriarty for many years, as evidenced by the long history of the opera house messages, suggesting he knew many of the professor's secrets.
Given Professor Moriarty's extremely cautious and ruthless nature, Jack had to die, and he wouldn't be at ease until he saw Jack dead with his own eyes.
Therefore, Yusaku Kudo's singing not only attracted the bait of the Ripper, but also served as a signal to the professor, who was hiding inside the opera house, to come and observe. When Jack arrived, he would certainly be in a position where he could see the opera house exit.
Conversely, they could also ambush the professor at locations where he might appear and subdue and arrest him.
[Who will sing? If Ms. Eileen is used as bait, who do you plan to arrest her?]
Shiho Miyano herself cannot sing, and she would never accept the decision to risk her own sister's life. If the only adult male is used as bait, then the rest will be a group of children and vulnerable women.
“Of course, it’s up to me, the super-mobile Inspector, to take charge!” Noah’s Ark, wearing a police hat, emerged from the corner. “I’ve already done as Ms. Adler requested, and I’ve stationed the guards nearby, waiting for the arrest signal! The singer will still be the lady, to make sure Jack comes.”
Ah, Kuromon-kun. Shiho Miyano guiltily looked away.
...I forgot that Kuromon is also an adult now.
Conan leaned closer: "Inspector, have you found a safe way to lower the chandelier?"
Noah's Ark looked apologetically and said, "I'm sorry, I'm not entirely confident about the mechanism either."
"All right..."
Shiho Miyano glanced at the time; it was 8:30 PM: [Remember to be careful.]
"Don't worry, you have the trust of many children on your shoulders, so you must take good care of yourselves!"
The only two adults exchanged a knowing smile, ignoring the flaws in the simplified plan and taking all the risks upon themselves.
......
The wine-red velvet carpet was luxuriously laid out underfoot, and the gilded picture frames and red velvet chairs all showcased the former glory of the British Empire.
The Royal Opera House was originally built in 1732 and was rebuilt after two devastating fires.
The exit features a roof with vertical semi-cylindrical columns, and the facade is made of carefully selected marble. Exquisite patterns and marble portraits adorn the top of each column, looking down on the masses with an artistic eye.
The surrounding civilians had been promptly evacuated by the police, and although the nobles were dissatisfied, they valued their lives even more.
Conan crouched in a cabinet in the exit corridor, staring at Yusaku Kudo, his eyebrows twitching.
Strange? Why is Dad dawdling like this? Has he sensed something is wrong again?
"Ugh!"
Yusaku Kudo, dressed in a backless gown, stood inside the exit, rubbing the goosebumps raised by the cold wind, and muttered wistfully, "At times like this, I especially miss my wife who can disguise herself."
"Hurry up, time is running out!" Conan pushed open the cabinet door a crack, pointed at the watch, and mouthed the reminder.
"You brat, just you wait!" Kudo Yusaku retorted fiercely, then turned away, clutching his chest in melancholy, preparing himself mentally.
Ugh!
Shinichi! In order to save you kids, I, the world-class novelist Yusaku Kudo, am going to completely lose face!
Does nobody care whether Yusaku Kudo can sing opera?
"Shut up."
His eyes were imperceptibly moist. Kudo Yusaku raised his head, revealing his neck with a prominent pelican-like Adam's apple, and opened his red lips:
Cancer is like a wild, untamed bird.
Even Ren Sui couldn't tame the Hu.
A powerful, off-key, and unclear singing voice was amplified infinitely in the corridor, which helps sound travel, and the distorted sound was instilled in the brain.
"If it chooses to chew"
Then all our efforts to summon it will be in vain.
The beautiful figure, immersed in the song, swayed her body, sometimes leaning back, sometimes bowing, her serious eyes closed in the melody, rising and falling with the breath of art and beauty.
At this moment, Yusaku Kudo is like a fairy-like, nimble note on the musical score, using his uniquely raspy voice to remind people to cherish the hard-won normalcy in life.
An indescribable, blasphemous sound seeped through the fingers into the brain, stirring the nerves. The intensity and pitch of the sound waves shifted erratically, and vaguely, it seemed as if countless servants were frantically beating an invisible giant drum, transforming into an eternal, unforgettable curse.
The word "tone-deaf" is not enough to describe his voice; even the collapse of traditional music pales in comparison!
"Oh no! I can't take it anymore!" "Children, please spare my children!"
Hearing the sudden screams and air raid sirens, Inspector Megure turned pale with fright and rushed into the control room, grabbing Kogoro Mouri, who was covering his ears:
"What's going on! Did we lose the game? Why is the air raid siren going off? Another terrorist attack?!"
"No, that..."
The police officer who was covering his ears stepped forward awkwardly and explained over the "air raid siren": "This is Mr. Yusaku singing to lure the murderer."
"Huh?" Inspector Megure revealed his intelligent, beady eyes.
Having anticipated this, Kogoro Mouri sighed and used one hand to cover Inspector Megure's ears.
I never thought I'd get to hear Yusaku's singing again in my lifetime. It seems Kogoro Mouri has really lived a long time; he's getting old.