Mystery: The Last Shepherd

Chapter 166 A Letter from James Holmes
Lu Ze pondered how to write in a way that would better communicate with Mr. Sherlock.

On one hand, if the recipient is indeed a time traveler, the letter must immediately attract their attention upon reading it, while also revealing from the letter that it's a test from a fellow villager of the time traveler; on the other hand, if the recipient isn't a time traveler, the letter must remain discreet and inconspicuous to the average person.
After careful consideration, he decided to start with the name.

The detective's name is Sherlock Moriarty, so I'll use the rest of his first and last name to write "James Holmes" as the sender of the letter. That way, the recipient will definitely sense something is wrong at a glance.

He then pondered for a long time before finally managing to write a letter with great difficulty.

"Are you done, brother?"

The black-haired girl beside her cut the fresh fish and arranged it on a plate before serving it.

"All right."

Luze immediately closed the letter. For some reason, he felt a little guilty and didn't want Cecilia to see its contents. He folded the letter, stuffed it into an envelope, wrote "James Holmes" on it, and then put it in his pocket.

A large platter of fresh fish was placed in front of him. Lu Ze lowered his head and leaned closer, bringing his face close. The fish quickly dissolved, as if turning into liquid, flowing onto Lu Ze's face and merging with him, becoming a part of his body.

A whole plate of fish was devoured by Lu Ze in a very short time.

"Okay, let's go."

Feeling the fullness of his flesh and blood, Lu Ze nodded in satisfaction and spoke to his sister. The two stood up from the sofa, left the apartment, and locked the door. After mailing the letter into a nearby mailbox, they hired a carriage and headed towards the former headquarters of the Lehman Gang.

"By the way, Cecilia, how's your Assassin's Potion digesting?"

Lu Ze asked.

"It's not fully digested yet."

The other party said.

"Hurry up and digest this. I'll see if I can get you the Sequence 8 'Instigator' potion."

"Yes, brother, there's no need to rush what I'm saying."

She didn't seem to care much. "Let's focus on treating your mental health first."

The two chatted casually in the carriage, and soon they arrived.

"Sir, are you getting off here?"

After arriving at the destination, the driver asked hesitantly.

"Yes."

Lu Ze nodded.

The coachman's expression turned helpless, and he didn't ask anything more until Luze handed him a 1-sol note.

"What are you"

"fare."

Lu Ze said briefly that he and his sister got off the bus. Perhaps the driver had been traumatized by gangsters who hadn't paid their fares, which explained his expression.

After walking a few steps, I looked up and saw that the Lehman Brothers headquarters had been cleaned up and was no longer as chaotic as it had been that night. Stepping inside, I saw small groups of thugs gathered together, drinking or loudly boasting. When they saw Luze enter, these guys immediately put on menacing expressions.

"Where did this small come from?"

"boom!"

"Mr. Anderson!"

Before the rogue who had started the fight could finish speaking, he was punched to the ground by the burly man next to him. The man looked at Lu Ze with a respectful and grateful expression and said respectfully.

Oh, this guy, he was the one who came to my house that night. I think I saved his brother.

Lu Ze vaguely remembered the other person and nodded. "Where's Charles?"

"Big brother, the boss is in his office."

The other party replied.

office?
Lu Ze thought to himself, "There seems to be only one office here." Under the watchful eyes of the thugs, the two walked straight into the gang leader's office.

"Which one of you is being unreasonable, Mr. Anderson!"

Inside the office, Charles was displeased to hear someone enter without knocking. However, when he looked up and saw the visitor's face, his attitude immediately changed. He walked around from behind his desk and personally welcomed Lu Ze in.

“Not bad, Mr. Charles, you’ve even risen to the rank of gang leader.”

"No, no, it's all because my brothers think highly of me and recommended me for this position. Would you like something to drink?"

Charles had a smug look on his face.

After the Aurora Society announced that they were the ones who attacked the ambassador, MI9 and Intis lost interest in the Lehman Brothers, and Charles secretly returned to his territory with his men.

Because of the previous battles, most of his underlings survived thanks to Luzer's help; and because other gangs, especially the Zmang Party, suffered heavy losses and were forced to shrink, he unexpectedly became the largest force, becoming the new leader of the Lehman Gang and seizing a large amount of territory in one fell swoop.

However, although Xia Er was in the limelight for a time, he had not forgotten the divine power of Lu Ze that night, and his attitude towards Lu Ze became even more respectful.

"No need to trouble yourself. I came today because I need your help with something."

Lu Ze said briefly, "Keep an eye out for missing persons on the streets."

He wanted to use the Lehman Brothers to investigate the human trafficking case; these guys were local bullies and should know a lot about the situation at the bottom. After all, the outcome of this case involved a powerful and extraordinary item that was very suitable for him, so he was quite interested.

"No problem at all."

Charles patted his chest and assured him, then after a moment, he said with a respectful smile, "Mr. Anderson, may we be able to come to you for treatment again in the future?"

While claiming to be treating him, he probably also intends to use Lu Ze's power to expand his influence. Don't underestimate the greed of these villains; they only show a friendly attitude to the strong, while towards the weak, they will resort to fraud, intimidation, murder, and any means necessary, just like they did with the landlord, to squeeze profits out of them.

"Prices will go up in the future."

Lu Zedao sneered inwardly.

If you want to use me, try to survive first.

The investigation into the missing persons would attract the attention of the people behind it all, and the entire Lehman Brothers could be in trouble, but he wanted to use his own power too.

After exchanging a few perfunctory words with Charles, Lu Ze left.

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The next morning, at 15 Minsk Street, Joewood District.

Sherlock Detective, who gets up early, is Klein Moretti. He cracks an egg with one hand and skillfully pours the yolk into a frying pan.

"Fuck-"

The aroma is overwhelming.

While it was heating up, he looked through the things he had taken out of the mailbox.

Besides his regular newspaper subscriptions, he also received several letters. As he gradually made a name for himself in Backlund, some clients began to contact him in advance by writing to him.

Klein multitasked, flipping the fried eggs while checking the letters.

Suddenly, his hand trembled violently.

"Snapped!"

The fried egg slid off the edge of the pan and fell directly onto the ground.

However, Klein, who always cherished food, ignored the fried eggs and instead threw down the frying pan, picked up the letter with both hands, and looked at the envelope over and over again as if he were possessed.

The envelope clearly displayed the sender's name and address:

James Holmes.

221B Baker Street.

(End of this chapter)