Chapter 208: The Idea of Probing... Sherlock Moriarty?
Luo En was familiar with both 'Sherlock' and 'Moriarty' when viewed separately. But when they were put together, he found himself not recognizing them?
Honestly, the moment he heard that name, Luo En felt a tremendous sense of strangeness.
After all, even before he transmigrated, anyone, no matter how unfamiliar with Western literature, would have heard of the famous name "Sherlock Holmes."
Both are named "Sherlock," and both are detectives—
But, I remember "Moriarty" was the surname of Holmes' archenemy, the "Napoleon of Crime," right? This name is truly in bad taste. Is it really just a coincidence that the archenemy's name is put together?
Theoretically, the name "Sherlock" and the surname "Moriarty" both objectively exist. But they coincidentally combined like this. Could it be that Rosell, that guy, copied some novel he shouldn't have copied again?
Or is the other party a transmigrator?
"Are you—alright?" Essinger asked when he saw Luo En's face suddenly turn a little pale.
"No, I'm fine," Luo En immediately recovered. "Sir, do you have any deeper understanding of this detective named Sherlock Moriarty?"
Essinger took a puff from his cigarette and said, "He seems to be an outsider, and he basically only takes on insignificant small cases at the Detective's Guild. So, my understanding is also limited to what is written in this document."
Saying that, Essinger handed over a yellowed 'Backlund Post' from the table: "This has an advertisement he placed when he first arrived in Backlund."
Luo En took the newspaper and glanced at it, seeing the advertisement.
[Sherlock Moriarty, a private detective skilled in handling all kinds of tricky matters.]
Luo En paused for a moment, then still asked in a probing tone, "Do you have any… particular thoughts on his name?"
"Thoughts?" Essinger pondered for a moment and said, "There's nothing special about this name. Or do you think it's just an alias?"
"No, nothing," Luo En shook his head. "Thank you for your investigation."
With that, he paid the remaining balance to the other party.
"If you encounter any problems you can't solve in the future, you can always come to me again."
"Mm."
In the returning hansom, the ethereal, emotionless voice of the bodyguard lady suddenly rang in Luo En's ear.
"That detective just now seemed to have sensed my presence."
As expected—I knew his gaze when he looked at me just now was a bit off. Besides, how could he take on such a dangerous investigative commission from me without some skills?
"I want to go and look around the address of that person called Sherlock Moriarty," Luo En whispered to the air. "What are your thoughts?"
The bodyguard lady remained silent.
Then I'll take that as your consent—
Luo En had the coachman change the destination and arrived at Minsk Street in Cherwood Borough.
All the way, Luo En seemed a bit uneasy.
Sherlock—Sherlock. Could it be that he has some connection to transmigration? Is he a transmigrator? Or is it really just a coincidence?
Having a fellow transmigrator isn't a bad thing, but having a fellow transmigrator who wants to investigate oneself isn't necessarily good.
After all, compared to Sherlock, the name Luo En doesn't carry any transmigrator connotations, so he shouldn't be noticed.
After more than ten minutes, the carriage stopped at its destination. Luo En surveyed the surrounding environment. The area was surrounded by typical terraced houses, and the location was quite good.
He randomly found a seemingly clean cafe, took a corner seat, ordered a cup of coffee, and rested for a while.
"Do you want one?" Luo En softly called out to the empty seat beside him.
There was no response, and Luo En only felt a faint cold wind blow past his neck.
What an emotionless bodyguard, Luo En complained in his heart.
I've already disguised my face with the Disguise Cufflinks. Even if I really run into that Sherlock, he shouldn't recognize me.
But—just wasting time like this won't help me figure out what their purpose was in investigating me in the first place—
What should I do?
There's no way I can imitate them and secretly sneak into his house to investigate in the middle of the night, right—
If he has an organization behind him, is it he himself who wants to find me, or his organization?—
Luo En's mind was in a mess. He picked up the old newspaper on the table and reread it, trying to stimulate his thoughts.
"Wait—"
Since he's a detective, what if I… also give him a commission?
A very bold idea suddenly popped into Luo En's mind. He drained the cup of cold coffee on the table.
Then he went to a small alley outside the cafe, pulled out a coin, and performed a simple divination.
Finally, the coin landed steadily in his palm, face up.
Then, he spoke to the air, explaining his current situation and his upcoming plan.
"I want to actively go and probe that detective."
After waiting a few seconds, the bodyguard lady's ethereal voice slowly came: "The risk is too great."
"Mm," Luo En pondered for a few seconds and said, "I know there's a risk. How about this, if something unexpected really happens while I'm at that detective's house, and the danger is too great, you don't have to save me; prioritize your own safety."
After a few more seconds, the ethereal voice came again.
"Alright."
"Irin said there's a detective nearby. I divined, and there really are some people. Recently, there have also been some noticeable gazes in the Guild." Klein sat on the sofa, looking troubled.
"I shouldn't have offended anyone recently."
"Could it be about the Intis ambassador incident? But didn't the organization say they already resolved it for me?"
"Or is it that Beyonder I encountered during the last infiltration?"
"Sigh, why do I always encounter such strange people and things?"
That afternoon, Luo En, dressed in a respectable formal suit and disguised as a rich young master, arrived at Minsk Street again.
"Minsk Street No. 15." Luo En looked for the corresponding house number according to the address on the document.
"Are you looking for someone?"
Luo En turned around and saw a blonde, blue-eyed, well-preserved lady of about thirty. Behind her stood a person who seemed to be a maid, carrying her belongings.
"Yes, madam," Luo En bowed slightly. "I am looking for a detective named Sherlock Moriarty."
Mrs. Sammer was pleased with Luo En's etiquette. She nodded slightly: "Detective Moriarty, I know him. He is a very capable detective."
"Oh, really? I saw his advertisement in the newspaper, so I came to visit." Luo En showed a look of considerable interest.
"That's good then, I can take you to him. I am his landlady."
Landlady? An unexpected surprise! He probably can't directly refuse a guest brought by his landlady, right? Luo En's face showed joy.
"Thank you, madam."