LRAB Chapter 212 Lorne: I'm going to use force.
Chapter 212 Lorne: I'm going to use force.
Chapter 212 Lorne: I'm going to use force.
Backlund, a secret hideout unknown to most.
"Woolen cloth--."
Looking at the stagnant intelligence report before him, Club 5 clicked his tongue, appearing somewhat impatient.
"It's been so long, and that man and woman still haven't done anything?"
"That witch's skill level is so terrible—even a lone detective couldn't handle her—"
"Isn't it said that no one can resist a witch, even Roselle—"
Plum Blossom 5 felt a surge of annoyance. The reason he had deliberately paired these two suspicious individuals together was to see if they could create any interesting sparks and reveal more flaws.
Surprisingly, after so much time has passed, nothing has happened at all.
"Humans are often tempted by their most primal desires. This is what we call human nature."
Remembering someone's teachings to him, "Five of Clubs," he subconsciously rubbed his chin.
Could it be that there's something wrong with the detective's body?
But after only a moment, he stopped this pointless contemplation.
He has never liked to think about the thoughts of ordinary people. In his view, it's a completely unnecessary waste of time.
"How boring."
"It seems I'll have to do it myself."
He subconsciously pressed his eye sockets, then picked up a written letter and went to the windowsill. A moment later, a jet-black crow swooped down, precisely snatched the letter in its beak, and flew into the sky.
"Please say hello to that annoying guy for me~"
"That detective is still alone."
"Mm." Lorne nodded.
"If you keep going like this, he'll eventually see through you," the bodyguard warned in a clear, ethereal voice.
Lorne fell silent.
In fact, after he left that day, he felt some gazes or premonitions. Although they were very faint, he was able to pinpoint that his own ability to divination had not worked, which meant that this was not an ordinary divination method.
Moreover, the feeling was quite peculiar. So peculiar that only he could perceive it. The female bodyguard, a Sequence 5, beside him, seemed completely oblivious to it.
Perhaps this is due to my unique status as a "transmigrator". Just like the previous times, it is certain that a method that could leave a Sequence 5 undetected must have come from a high-sequence powerhouse.
At first, Lorne thought it was because of Hugh that he was also implicated by a certain "evil god".
However, during his two days of covert investigation, he discovered a very strange phenomenon.
This strange feeling and Sherlock Moriarty's investigation have an extremely precise chronological relationship.
Each time, before Sherlock Moriarty was about to head to the next investigation site, Lorne, who was lying in ambush nearby, would have this strange premonition. Excluding coincidence, Lorne believed there were two possibilities. Either he was just being paranoid, or—
This Sherlock Moriarty is problematic! And not just any ordinary problem!
Even in a secret organization, his rank shouldn't be that of a high-ranking cadre. Could it be that he knows any high-ranking powerhouses?
They were willing to repeatedly and tirelessly help him with these trivial matters of divination and investigation, yet they were unwilling to send more people to assist him—
It's already considered a tremendous favor for someone in a high position to help their subordinates secure a position even once.
The "evil gods" worshipped by normal secret organizations are not this boring.
The "machine's" abilities quietly activated. Lorne's mind raced, considering all sorts of possibilities.
Aside from the possibility that "that high-sequence powerhouse was simply bored out of his mind," there's only one other possibility.
Behind Sherlock Moriarty does indeed stand a high-ranking powerhouse. It's the one suspected to be a "god of evil," but this "god of evil" isn't a high-ranking member of his organization; rather, they have some personal connection to him, so that "god of evil" can't openly help him—in fact, he himself might very well be a traitor, an undercover agent within his current organization!
Lorne took out a piece of dirt and tossed it into the air.
The coin tumbled through the air and finally landed in his palm, tails up.
"Madam," Officer Lorne said, turning behind him, "this commission is considered a breach of contract on my part. The remaining two thousand pounds are already in my hotel room. From now on, you—don't get involved anymore."
After careful consideration, Lorne finally decided to "dismiss" the bodyguard ahead of schedule. No matter what, as long as someone was secretly investigating him, some things were inevitable. But—the bodyguard was different. She didn't need to provoke a high-ranking expert of unknown strength over her own trivial matter.
"Why?" Sharon's ethereal voice carried a clear hint of confusion.
"Because I might be in real trouble." Lorne briefly stated his guess, but did not explain how he came to that conclusion.
The bodyguard fell into a long silence. Just when Lorne thought she would give in and agree immediately...
"My promise is to protect you for a week."
"I won't leave until the time is up."
"I'm not joking," Lorne said seriously.
"Me too," the ethereal voice came again.
"snort-"
That's really unique!
Upon hearing the bodyguard's reply, Lorne's lips curled up slightly, and he couldn't help but let out a smile.
Interesting, really interesting. He had to admit, this type of woman was quite charming. He sincerely exclaimed to himself.
This sense of reliability reminded him of the captain's words: "In that case, time waits for no one. That detective probably hasn't realized what I've already figured out yet. So, it's unlikely that the potentially high-ranking expert will be summoned in person."
Sherlock Moriarty—It seems I'll have to use force on you.
15 Minsk Street.
"Only these two locations remain to be investigated," Klein thought to himself, glancing at the notes in his hand.
In the past two days, before he went to investigate a location, he would first mark it above the gray fog.
Each divination attempt revealed a certain degree of danger. Strangely, however, he encountered nothing when he went to investigate. Furthermore, he was never able to figure out the source of the danger.
Moreover, each investigation has yielded little substantial progress.
At first, he thought it was related to Lorne Disenke. But after thinking about it carefully, he realized there was probably more to it than met the eye.
There might be a trap!
He looked up at Irene, who was lounging on the sofa reading Russell's romance novel, and said, "I'd like to ask you for a favor."
"Invite me?" Irene turned her head in surprise.
"You—ask me for help?"
"Yes." Klein nodded heavily.
Has this guy finally figured it out?
Irene sat up abruptly from the sofa and asked with great interest, "What is it?"
"I would like to ask you to come with me to investigate my request."
He thought for a moment and added, "After it's all done, I'll treat you to dinner."
"Oh~ Interesting~" Irene smiled knowingly. "It has to be—a candlelight dinner!"