The detective is dead, I did it.

Chapter 103 Reversing the Heavenly Gang

As soon as Li Ang entered the cell, his footsteps landed on a patch of damp hay. Charlotte heard the footsteps and turned around.

Li Ang stopped beside her, the sunlight falling on the fine water droplets on the wall.

Water droplets trickled down the cracks in the stones, pooling into a small puddle at the corner of the wall. The edges of the haystack had turned a dark brown from being soaked, emitting a faint musty smell.

"The leak is worse than it was at night."

Charlotte said in a flat tone, but Li Ang still sensed a hint of helplessness in her voice.

She reached out, her fingertips tracing a shallow trail of water on the damp stone wall. "If this keeps up, I'll be sleeping in the water tomorrow."

"How about we ask the jailer to let us switch cells?" Li Ang suggested.

"That's exactly what I was thinking." Charlotte nodded, wiping the water off her fingers with a handkerchief. "I'll see the jailer when he appears tonight."

Charlotte had planned to go find the jailer during the day, but she searched the entire prison and couldn't find him anywhere. She didn't know where he was hiding.

"I've already looked for Helena. It was Fibel who voted for Isabella." Leon took a step back, moving slightly away from the puddles on the ground, and leaned against the dry wall opposite.

"It's her? But why?" Charlotte frowned.

"She discovered our deal with Helena, so she deliberately sent Isabella to test us. If I went to see her, it would confirm that Helena was secretly helping us."

"So you admit it?" Charlotte's brows furrowed even more.

Her thoughts were the same as Li Ang's: without confirming Fibel's innocence, they absolutely could not admit that Helena was their mole. Once they attracted the attention of the witch's guild leader, it would not benefit their plans at all.

But Li Ang didn't think so.

Rosalind is probably being chased all over London by detectives right now, and has no time to pay attention to them in the game.

"No. But she's very stubborn." Li Ang shook his head. "Besides, she's already planned everyone's arrangements."

Charlotte pondered for a moment, then kicked the wet hay into the corner and found a relatively dry spot to sit down.

Her long white hair fell from her shoulders to her chest, but she didn't pay any attention to it. She simply used her fingers to gather a few stray strands of hair behind her ears.

"I'd like to see the plan."

Li Ang took the folded paper out of his pocket, unfolded it, and placed it on the haystack in front of Charlotte.

"She even wrote down who would speak first and who would speak last."

Charlotte lowered her head, carefully read through the paper, then folded it and handed it back to Leon. "What are your thoughts?"

"Just like her, and I had already started taking action before I even looked for her."

Li Ang put the paper back in his pocket. "The only thing I need to consider now is whether or not to change the plan? It should still be in time."

"Let's arrange it this way."

Charlotte knew Leon's concerns. If Faibel was a witch, then she would know everything about their plans for tonight, and she could easily kill a key figure to ruin their plans.

But on the other hand, if the plan is ruined, Fibel's identity will be immediately exposed.

She didn't think the witch would do that.

"But how did she figure that out?" Charlotte asked curiously.

"I just noticed it. She's very observant. Just from the eye contact we exchanged with Helena, and the twitching at the corner of her mouth when she announced the votes, she started to have doubts."

"That amazing?" Charlotte was taken aback. "Is this guy some kind of detective?"

"Yes." Li Ang nodded in agreement. "Before being drawn into this game, she was a detective, but now her memories have been affected."

"No wonder," Charlotte said, her tone full of envy. "That's wonderful. She's a detective just like Miss Holmes."

Then she added, "It's a pity she's not as good a fighter as Miss Holmes. I know that Miss Holmes once single-handedly took down more than a dozen thugs without getting a speck of dirt on herself."

Hearing her say this, Li Ang recalled the composure she displayed in front of a large group of cultists when they first met. He had some suspicions at the time, but he did not expect her to be such a formidable fighter.

You still say you don't know martial arts?!

"How come I've never heard you mention this before?" he asked tentatively.

"Of course you don't know. Because I was the only one there at the time, and I witnessed Miss Holmes's heroic demeanor the whole time." Charlotte's tone carried a hint of smugness.

"You have no idea how powerful Miss Holmes is."

She became more and more excited as she spoke, even waving her little hands, completely unaware that Li Ang's expression was gradually turning ugly.

really.

This game did not distort Charlotte's memory, but rather reset it to the time shortly after she met Holmes.

That explains everything.

Why is there no sign of an imposter on her? Because at this moment, she is indeed not Sherlock Holmes, but Jon H. Charlotte, the real Charlotte.

So, where is the real Sherlock Holmes? And what exactly happened that made Charlotte become the so-called Sherlock Holmes?

So he tentatively asked, "Then, could you introduce me to Miss Holmes? I've long admired her."

"But aren't you an armed detective? I've heard about the relationship between armed detectives and mystery detectives..." Charlotte hesitated, then stopped herself.

"It's alright." Li Ang waved his hand dismissively. "I'm different from those people. I have absolutely no prejudice against detectives; on the contrary, I admire them greatly."

He is a detective himself, but it's more useful to act as an armed detective at this moment. There's no reason for him to look down on himself.

"Hmm..." Charlotte hesitated, lowering her head and fiddling with her fingers. "Actually, I'm not that familiar with Miss Holmes! She just saved my life once. Maybe I'll need you to introduce me to her in the future."

As she finished speaking, a hint of embarrassment crept into her voice, and even the tips of her ears turned a faint blush.

So, Charlotte was once an ordinary person saved by Sherlock Holmes? But why did she later gain abilities and become a detective?

Li Ang wanted to continue asking, but after thinking about it, he gave up.

Given Charlotte's current state, even if she asked the other party, they wouldn't know, and would instead begin to have doubts.

"Then it's settled." Li Ang took two steps forward and squatted down next to Charlotte.

The two were less than an arm's length apart, and he could even smell the faint scent of perfume on her hair, completely unaffected by the damp, musty smell of the cell.

"Wait for me to go out, then we'll go see Miss Holmes together."

"Okay." Charlotte nodded emphatically.

Li Ang extended his hand, making a gesture as if beckoning his pet, "Well then, let's shake hands."

Charlotte looked at his outstretched hand, hesitated for less than half a second, and then placed her hand on it.

Charlotte is very well-behaved and obedient now, completely placing herself in the position of an assistant.