Chapter 212 Lorne: I'm Going to Use Force
Backlund, a secret stronghold unknown to others.
"Hmm—"
Meihua 5 looked at the intelligence report, which showed no progress, and clicked his tongue, appearing somewhat impatient.
"It's been so long, and that man and woman still haven't had anything happen?"
"The Demoness's skill is really that bad—she can't even take down a single detective—"
"Aren't they supposed to be irresistible, even Rosell—"
Meihua 5 felt a hint of annoyance. The reason he had deliberately arranged for these two suspicious individuals to be together was to see if they could spark something different, thereby revealing more flaws.
Unexpectedly, after such a long time, nothing had happened at all.
"Humans are often tempted by the most primitive desires. This is what is called human nature."
Recalling a certain teaching he had once received, Meihua 5 subconsciously stroked his chin.
Could it be that the detective's body has some problem?
But only a moment later, he stopped this boring thought.
He had always disliked thinking about the thoughts of ordinary humans. In his opinion, it was a complete waste of time.
"How uninteresting."
"It seems I'll have to take matters into my own hands."
He subconsciously pressed his eye sockets, then picked up a written letter and went to the windowsill. A moment later, a jet-black crow sped past, precisely snatching the letter in its beak and flying into the sky.
"Say hello to that annoying fellow for me~"
"The detective is still alone."
"Mm." Luo En nodded.
"If you keep this up, he'll see through you sooner or later," Bodyguard Miss reminded him with an ethereal voice.
Luo En fell silent.
Actually, after Hugh left that day, he felt some gazes or premonitions again. Although very faint, they indeed pinpointed him. His own anti-divination ability had not worked, which meant that this was not an ordinary method of divination.
Moreover, that feeling was very peculiar. So peculiar that only he could perceive it. Yet, Bodyguard Miss, a Sequence 5 beside him, seemed to feel nothing about it.
Perhaps this was due to his special nature as a "transmigrator," just like the previous times. What was certain was that a method that could leave a Sequence 5 completely unaware must come from a high-Sequence powerhouse.
At first, Luo En thought it was because of Hugh, which led to him also being implicated by a suspected "Evil God" existence.
But, with his secret investigations over the past two days, he discovered a very strange phenomenon.
This peculiar feeling and Sherlock Moriarty's investigation actions had an extremely precise temporal correlation.
Every time, before Sherlock Moriarty prepared to go to the next investigation location, Luo En, who was ambushing nearby, would prematurely experience this strange premonition. Excluding coincidence, Luo En believed there were two possibilities for this phenomenon: either he was truly overthinking, or—
This Sherlock Moriarty has a problem! And not an ordinary one!
Even in a hidden organization, his Sequence shouldn't be that of a high-ranking cadre. Could it be that he knows some high-Sequence powerhouse?
Someone who could repeatedly and tirelessly help him with such minor divination investigations, yet was unwilling to send more people to assist him—
For a high-ranking individual to help a subordinate with a single divination was already considered a great favor.
The "Evil Gods" normally worshipped by secret organizations aren't that idle.
The Robot's ability quietly activated. Luo En rapidly considered various possibilities in his mind.
Aside from the possibility that "that high-Sequence powerhouse is simply idle," there was only one other situation left.
Behind Sherlock Moriarty, there indeed stands a high-Sequence powerhouse. That suspected "Evil God" existence, but that "Evil God" is not a high-Sequence member of his organization, but rather a personal connection of his, so they cannot openly help him—in fact, he himself is very likely a mole, an undercover agent for his current organization!
Luo En took out a one-penny coin and tossed it upwards.
The coin tumbled in the air, finally landing in his palm with the back side up.
"Lady," Luo En looked behind him, "this commission, I'm breaking the contract midway. The remaining two thousand-plus pounds of final payment, I've already left in my hotel room. As for what happens next, you—don't get involved anymore."
After careful consideration, Luo En finally decided to "dismiss" Bodyguard Miss in advance. No matter what, as long as someone was secretly investigating him, some things were destined to be unavoidable. But—Bodyguard Miss was different. She didn't need to get involved with a high-Sequence powerhouse of unknown strength because of his trivial matters.
"Why?" Sharon's ethereal voice carried a hint of clear incomprehension.
"Because I might have run into some real big trouble." Luo En briefly explained his speculation, but he didn't say how he had figured it out.
Bodyguard Miss fell into a long silence. Just as Luo En thought she would take the hint and agree directly—
"I promised to protect you for a week."
"Until that time, I will not leave."
"I'm not joking." Luo En's tone was serious.
"Neither am I," the ethereal voice came again.
"Hmph—"
How individualistic!
Facing Bodyguard Miss's answer, Luo En's lips curved slightly upwards, and he couldn't help but reveal a smile.
Interesting, truly interesting. He had to admit, this type of lady was indeed quite charming. He genuinely sighed in his heart.
This reliable feeling reminded him of the Captain. "Since that's the case, time waits for no one. That detective probably hasn't realized what I've become aware of yet. So, he probably won't have that possibly existing high-Sequence powerhouse personally show up."
Sherlock Moriarty—it seems I'll have to use force on you.
15 Minsk Street.
"Only these last two investigation locations remain," Klein mused in his mind, examining the notes in his hand.
These past two days, before he prepared to investigate a location, he would first perform a divination on Grey Mist.
And each time, the divination results indicated a certain danger. But strangely, every time he went to investigate on site, he encountered nothing. Moreover, he had never been able to figure out what the source of the danger was.
And each investigation also yielded no substantial progress.
At first, he thought it was related to Luo En Di Sen Ke. But later, after careful consideration—there was probably another hidden agenda.
Perhaps it's a trap!
He looked up at Irin, who was lying idly on the sofa reading a Rosell romance novel, and proactively said, "I want—to ask you for a favor."
"Ask me?" Irin turned her head, somewhat surprised.
"You—ask me for help?"
"Mm." Klein nodded heavily.
Did this guy finally get it?
Irin suddenly sat up from the sofa and asked with interest, "What is it?"
"I'd like to ask you to come with me to investigate this commission of mine."
He thought for a moment and added, "After it's done, I'll treat you to dinner."
"Oh~ Interesting~" Irin's face showed a playful smile, "It absolutely must be—a candlelight dinner, you know~"