Chapter 581: Chapter 441: Conan's Fantastic Idea

"How does it feel?" Chen Ze came out with a plate in his hand, looked at the smiling faces of Moriarty and Sherlock Holmes, and then at Conan, who was still sitting there in a daze.

"Quite excellent, to be honest. I also quite enjoy this type of game — it's certainly much more interesting than the rather dull Scotland Yard," Sherlock Holmes said with a smile as he looked at Chen Ze. He adored these brain-burning deduction games, and the adversaries this time, with the exception of the juvenile Joan of Arc, were all incredibly skilled.

If intellectual confrontation could be seen, then they had just stepped down from the Colosseum as gladiators, having to ponder their words carefully, choose the right angle for defense, and not give others the chance to attack.