The detective is dead, I did it.

Chapter 100 Detective Ktura

"So—do you know Miss Charlotte?"

"I know her. But we're not close." Rosalind maintained her smile.

To be honest, that Sherlock Holmes was extremely arrogant, and there were very few people in the entire association who were on good terms with her.

But he is famous, his family history can be traced back to the first Demon Uprising, and the high-ranking leaders of the association are willing to give him face. It is no exaggeration to say that he is a leading figure in the field of detective fiction.

And her answer was also reasonable.

There are few people in the entire association who don't know each other, but there are very few who are close friends.

"Then—do you know where my brother is now? When will he be back?"

"I don't know either. I can only say that the matter is still being resolved."

Ktura held the medicine bottle in his hand, looked up at her, and asked, "So, why are you pretending to be a detective?"

Rosalind's smile slowly faded, her deep red eyes still fixed on Ktura, but the smile vanished instantly.

"Oh? Why do you ask that?"

"Because of your badge." Krthullah stretched out his hand and pointed to the silver badge that Rosalind casually pinned to her chest.

"My brother told me that there are several kinds of detective badges. The Tudor rose on the badge represents the academy, and the golden laurel wreath represents the royal family. Together, they mean an armed detective who has graduated from the Royal Academy."

"Apart from that, the only badges worn by armed detectives are a magnifying glass and a weapon insignia."

"Miss Charlotte's badge is that of a detective, with a magnifying glass and handcuffs. Miss Shirley's is that of a Royal Armed Detective, with a golden laurel wreath and a Tudor rose, just like yours."

She looked at Rosalind, "But that little green grass symbol at the very bottom of your dress is exclusive to detectives who haven't graduated from the academy."

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"The academy detectives haven't graduated yet and can't carry out field missions alone; they must be in pairs. But as far as I know, these academy detectives are only responsible for basic security tasks and aren't allowed to act freely on their own."

Rosalind lowered her head and looked at the badge on her chest. At the bottom, there was indeed a line of small green grass symbols that blended into the silver emblem and were almost invisible unless you looked closely.

She smiled, took off the badge, twirled it between her fingers, and casually tossed it onto the sofa beside her.

"I never expected him to be a detective who didn't graduate."

Rosalind never expected that she would be exposed because of this, but it was probably more than that, because Ktura continued to speak.

"And my brother mentioned the detectives he knows. Miss Charlotte, Miss Sherry, and Elena and Vice President Lina."

She counted on her fingers one by one, "He never mentioned you."

"If my brother knew you, he would definitely tell me. He would tell me everything."

Rosalind looked at her tense, forcedly composed little face and couldn't help but applaud.

"Brilliant." She wasn't being sarcastic, just genuinely praising him. "Maybe I should have emptied that poor detective's pockets from the start; maybe I could have found his student ID."

"I never expected that a little girl who's never been to school could see right through me. You're much smarter than those detectives."

She stopped applauding, put her hands at her sides, and changed her posture from gentle to more relaxed and casual.

"That's right, I'm not a detective. I'm the one who locked your brother in that game. What are you going to do about it?"

Just now, she sensed that those old foxes in the association had probably tracked her here using the residual scent on her palm.

The pursuer is very powerful and seems to have abilities such as shielding perception, making it impossible for her to reverse the situation.

Given the detectives' reaction speed, the mansion is probably already completely surrounded by them, and even the presence of the woman they had previously fought with has appeared here.

Moreover, there were two other equally powerful auras beside the other party, who should be the other two vice presidents of the association.

But the real chairman didn't show up, which made Rosalind wonder what the other party was planning. Did they really not care about the lives of those detectives?

"What exactly do you want to do?" Ktura's right hand hung at his side, holding a small knife, which he had taken out at some point.

Rosalind didn't answer, but snapped her fingers. Ktura felt her hand suddenly go empty; the small knife she had been clutching was gone.

She looked down at her empty hands, then looked up and saw that Rosalind had a small knife in her hand.

Rosalind placed the knife on the coffee table beside her, the tip pointing towards herself.

"I advise you to do as I just said. I'm telling the truth. You can become a power user and save your brother. I'm not lying to you about that."

Ketura didn't speak, still looking at her warily.

"Sigh, this is really troublesome." She sighed, her tone tinged with genuine weariness. "I was thinking of using some gentler methods. It seems that won't work."

She sensed that the encirclement around the mansion was beginning to close in, and she had less than two minutes left.

The main reason is that this opportunity was just too good. If we missed it, who knows how many more years we would have to wait.

Moreover, she knew the association's style very well; those prisoners who were locked up in jail would not be executed on the spot.

So she has plenty of time; it's not too late to figure out a solution later.

She walked up to Ktura, reached out, and pinched his chin.

Ktura's body stiffened for a moment, and he tried to struggle, but his body was as if it had been nailed to the ground, and he could not move at all.

Rosalind then picked up the bottle of pink medicine, unscrewed the stopper, and pressed the bottle opening against her tightly closed lips.

"Drink it," she said coldly. "Don't resist."

Ketura gritted his teeth.

Rosalind's patience finally ran out.

She pinched the sides of Ktura's jawbone with her thumb and forefinger, and with a gentle force, Ktura's mouth was forced open.

Pink liquid poured from the bottle and slid down her throat.

Rosalind released her grip, took a step back, and casually tossed the empty glass bottle onto the coffee table, watching the girl's body tremble slightly in the pink light.

She raised her right hand, palm facing Ktura, fingers spread, and crimson light emanated from her fingertips, wrapping around Ktura's body like threads.

"Praise be to the Mother of Truth."

As she finished speaking, Ktura's body tensed up abruptly, and the pink light shone even brighter.

"Celebrate!" Rosalind raised her hands, palms up, as if welcoming something, or offering something.

"You will be the most beloved child of the True Mother in history! And the greatest witch in history!"

Then, the window was violently broken open, and three figures appeared in the room.

"Rosalind, you're under arrest."

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