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The other person's deep eyes gleamed with an all-seeing light, as if they could see right through her soul.

Tang Yu had learned about the legendary deeds of Mr. Sherlock Holmes of London over the past period of time, and it turned out that he really was a detective.

A magical world.

Faced with this person who doubted her, Tang Yu remained calm, her lips slightly parted and her eyes smiling gently.

"That's truly regrettable; it's such an unfortunate thing to happen."

A playful smile curved Sherlock's lips, and he let out a low chuckle.

"Miss Brown, you don't look disappointed at all; you seem quite happy?"

"Really?" Tang Yu calmly looked back at the person in the mirror. "You saw through that. It seems my acting skills still need some improvement."

Sherlock straightened up and then looked at the musical instruments in the room.

"May I use your violin?"

Tang Yu looked at the person in front of her with surprise. So she's not going to cause trouble anymore?

With an elegant gesture, Tang Yu raised her hand and made a "please go ahead" sign.

"please!"

Not long after he finished speaking, melodious piano music filled the silent air.

Tang Yu looked surprised. She was very familiar with the melody; it was the piece she had composed, which she had performed on stage earlier that day.

The musical notes flowed from Holmes's fingertips, and Tang Yu couldn't help but look up at the person in front of her.

Holmes stood tall and straight, his chin slightly raised, his expression focused and absorbed, as if he were one with the violin, using the bow to express the emotions and thoughts deep within his heart.

Every vibrato and every bow stroke was perfectly executed, leaving Tang Yu momentarily dazed.

“Death and loneliness, I heard them in your music. You’ve killed people, and quite a few, haven’t you?”

After Sherlock put down his violin, he suddenly asked this question, and Tang Yu smiled gently.

"Perhaps, you guess?"

This segment is about detectives and outlaws.

Chapter 3 Sherlock Holmes

Lilith Brown was born in 1987 in London. Both her parents were primary school teachers, and her mother had Chinese ancestry.

Ten years ago, when you were thirteen, your parents tragically died in a car accident, and you were sent to a children's home, a small boarding welfare institution that could accommodate twenty children.

When you arrived, there were already fifteen children there, but they all died one after another from various serious illnesses. You were also seriously ill at the time and almost lost your life, but later you miraculously recovered.

You then went to the police station to report that the children at the children's home had not died of illness, but had been murdered.

Those cannibals secretly funded the children's home, but behind the scenes, they put the dead children on their dinner table.

You discovered the secret and escaped, wanting to reveal the truth, but those people had status and influence, and they simply covered it up.

From then on, you began to focus on music, winning an international music competition at the age of fifteen, and becoming one of the world's most renowned violinists by the age of twenty.

"And in the past five years, those cannibals have died one after another unexpectedly, all from stomach cancer. Is this your curse?"

Tang Yu nodded with a smile.

"That's right, you've investigated me quite thoroughly. I have indeed been cursing these people to die a horrible death, and I didn't expect the curse to succeed. Isn't that a pleasant surprise?"

Sherlock's slender fingers slowly loosened, and the expensive violin quietly slid onto the sofa beside him with a muffled thud, as if setting the stage for the tense atmosphere.

With a long stride, he stepped forward again to stand in front of Tang Yu, his posture upright and exuding a compelling aura.

In the instant he leaned forward, his chest almost pressed against Tang Yu's back.

Are you so confident that I can't find any evidence that you committed murder?

Tang Yu didn't know what kind of personality Sherlock Holmes had in this era, but it seemed that detectives had a kind of obsession with the truth.

He turned his head slightly, his gaze inadvertently sweeping over the other person's well-defined jawline.

As their breaths mingled and their cheeks gently touched, Tang Yu clearly felt the other's sharp gaze, which seemed to pierce through everything.

A slight upturn at the corners of her lips revealed a meaningful smile.

"What, Mr. Holmes, have I successfully aroused your competitive spirit?"

The voice was as soft as a feather, gently brushing against Sherlock's heart.

"You see, I've never had much patience for those annoying flies, and my way of dealing with them is very simple and direct."

Sherlock's gaze was fixed on Tang Yu's face, which was so close to his. Her exquisite features seemed to possess a strange magic, which made him momentarily lose his focus.

"what?"

Tang Yu slowly raised her slender, fair hand, like an elegant butterfly, and gently placed it on Sherlock's chin, her delicate fingertips lightly caressing it with an ambiguous, teasing touch.

Suddenly, Tang Yu's eyes sharpened, and she exerted force with her hand.

Using a clever move, she quickly stood up and slammed Sherlock to the ground with a clean and decisive over-the-shoulder throw.

In that instant, Tang Yu could even feel the other person's astonishment and tense muscles, while the corners of her mouth curled up in a faint, dangerous yet alluring arc.

Then came the punches and kicks!

Sherlock had actually anticipated Tang Yu's actions.

But the one thing he failed to anticipate was that this woman's strength had exceeded his calculations.

Even though he took a defensive stance, he was still beaten black and blue in the end.

Late at night, the door to apartment 221B opened, and Watson, startled awake, looked sleepily at the doorway.

When his gaze fell upon Sherlock, whose face was bruised and swollen, his eyes widened instantly, and his mouth opened uncontrollably.

"Oh God! What happened to you?"

Watson's voice was full of surprise and worry. He quickly stood up and walked toward Sherlock.

"John, this is a ghost!"

As Sherlock entered the house, he waved his arms, appearing extremely agitated.

"Can you imagine? A seemingly delicate woman, her strength, no, it's simply beyond the comprehension of ordinary people!"

I've been thinking about this: just how much strength should an ordinary woman have? When she throws a punch at me, do you know what that means?

The power of her punch was definitely not at the level of an ordinary woman—five times? No, it was even more than ten times! And I'm sure she held back against me. How could that be?

Who exactly is she? Could she be some kind of mutant that has never been discovered before? That doesn't make sense, but the facts are right in front of us.

There must be some hidden secret behind this, and I must find out.

Sherlock paced quickly around the room, his eyes flashing with a mixture of confusion and excitement. This woman was simply the greatest mystery he had ever encountered in his life!

The murder case is just a minor mystery now! He has discovered countless unsolvable secrets about this woman!

Watson was shocked.

"Sherlock! You got hit by a woman! What did you do?"

"Oh, John! Use your long-dormant brain and take a good look!"

A profound truth about the mysteries of the human body is right before your eyes; how can you possibly focus on these trivial details!

As he said this, Sherlock pulled out a few strands of hair from his clothes, which he had painstakingly stolen.

He was determined to find out the woman's secret.

On Tang Yu's side, after beating up Sherlock Holmes, she leisurely and calmly drove back to her apartment in London.

Most of what Holmes said was true; the only problem was...

She came into this body after Lilith died, when Lilith had already been injected with poison and was about to be placed on the dinner table.

Tang Yu entered this body and uncovered the truth in just a few days.

She sympathized with the children who had died tragically and originally intended to take the proper channels to send the cannibals to prison.

However, after the police ignored the case and dismissed her words as nonsense, Tang Yu gave up on seeking revenge through legitimate means.

Anyway, even if they are really arrested and put in jail, these people don't have the death penalty, so maybe they can get released early by pulling some strings.

So Tang Yu thought about it and decided to take revenge himself, for this body and for those children who died tragically.

So Tang Yu went to start a business first, since Lilith originally studied violin.

After packaging herself as a celebrity, Tang Yu could freely attend various charity galas and celebrity gatherings.

Those scumbags often attend such banquets, and Tang Yu won't kill them all at once. The main reason is that he can't get himself into trouble while seeking revenge, and at least he can't let anyone notice anything unusual.

She had been doing very well for the past few years, and no one had ever noticed anything unusual.

I never imagined that there was a Sherlock Holmes in this world, and that she would still be targeted by him.

But it doesn’t matter.

For Tang Yu, the method she used to kill would ensure that the truth would never be discovered.

However, for someone obsessed with the truth, this was a thorn in Sherlock's side.

Unable to find evidence to prove his conjecture was true, Sherlock was extremely anxious.

His attention to Tang Yu grew increasingly intense; he scrutinized every detail, repeatedly replaying events in his mind, determined to piece together the truth from the fragments of her life.

So, Sherlock Holmes began to pay close attention to Tang Yu's daily life, practically wanting to follow her 24/7.

All the other simple cases paled in comparison to the mystery Tang Yu brought, which truly excited and thrilled him.

Then, Tang Yu caught the attention of several other people.

Chapter 4 Sherlock Holmes

"Sherlock, isn't this a bit inappropriate?"