The detective is dead, I did it.

Chapter 99 Don't be afraid, I'm a good person

Upon hearing the girl's words, Ketura slowly loosened her fingers from the hem of her skirt.

This did not mean she had given up her guard; rather, she needed to loosen her grip on the skirt in order to retrieve the weapon hidden within it.

She didn't know how the other person got there, and Mr. Donald downstairs hadn't made any noise either. Ktura strongly suspected that the other person was a super-powered criminal or a cultist or something.

Rosalind looked at the girl who was staring intently at her and tried to put her mind at ease.

"Don't be afraid. I'm a good person."

Rosalind considered herself a good person, or at least a decent human being. Probably.

In any case, everything these witches do is for the sake of enabling humanity to achieve greater evolution, and to achieve this goal, they are willing to use themselves as test subjects.

He eventually succeeded in pleasing the Mother of Truth, who bestowed upon him many miracles.

Morphological changes are one of them.

Unfortunately, most people in the world do not agree with them, and even condemn them as heretics, making the name of witches a name equivalent to that of criminals.

"My brother said that people who say things like that are usually not good people." Ketula's little face was tense.

Seeing this, Rosalind took a silver badge out of her pocket and held it up in front of Ktura.

The badge bore the association's emblem, which flashed briefly in the moonlight before quickly dimming and becoming difficult to see. However, Ktura could still vaguely make out that it was the association's official detective badge.

However, it was somewhat different from the one Miss Shirley had shown. It was the same golden crown, but with some additional symbols on it.

"Don't be afraid. I'm Rosalind, a detective too, just like your brother." Rosalind slowed her voice, trying to make her words sound more convincing. "I know him. He did me a great favor. I'm here today to return the favor."

The badge certainly wasn't hers. She'd just picked it up from a young female detective on her way here; that girl probably didn't even know she'd lost her badge.

These details don't need to be told to the little girl in front of you.

But Ktura's vigilance only relaxed slightly, and his expression changed to one of doubt.

"What did you mean by what you just said?" Her voice was a little steadyer than before, but it still trembled slightly.

"Can I become a detective like my brother?"

Hearing her ask that, Rosalind's smile deepened.

She took two steps forward and sat down on the single sofa opposite Ketura, crossing her legs in a very casual manner, showing no signs of nervousness about being wanted.

"Of course. It's even possible for him to be even more skilled than your brother."

She spoke with a smile, her eyes curving into two shallow crescent moons, her deep red eyes reflecting Ketura's eager little face.

Ktura's heart began to race, and his breathing became rapid.

Looking at Ktura's hesitant little face, Rosalind suddenly felt that the workings of fate were much cruder than she had imagined.

Initially, she only wanted to punish a subordinate who had deserted the organization without permission, so she tracked him all the way from the Witches' Guild's hometown to London.

The woman named Helena disappeared without a word for several months. She originally planned to take the person back and deal with them according to the rules.

But when they arrived in London, they discovered that Helena, that idiot, had been arrested by the Detective Guild and was in jail awaiting trial.

If that were all, she could have staged a prison break, but when she saw the girls in the courtroom, she changed her mind.

Those young faces, those badges on their chests, those girls sitting in the audience—they were all potential future branch leaders of the association.

She thought at the time that if all these people were trapped, the association would lose more than half of its core members in the next twenty years.

So she initiated the witch's trial. Then she saw the man.

At first, she was just a little surprised because the other party seemed unaffected by her abilities. Then, she sensed a familiar aura emanating from the other party.

It wasn't his own; rather, it was something he naturally picked up from spending a lot of time with someone, and that person was none other than Ketura, who was standing right in front of him.

Even in an unawakened state, she can still transmit her aura to those close to her, allowing them to receive the witch's favor.

As expected...

She never believed in fate. But at this moment, she began to think that fate might indeed have its own script.

"But," Ktura's voice pulled her back to reality, "can I really become a detective like my brother? I'm just an ordinary person."

"Wasn't your brother just an ordinary person before?" Rosalind asked casually. "He was the first person to awaken their abilities later in life. You're his sister," she paused, her gaze lingering on Ktura's face for a moment. "Of course you can."

Even before coming to London, she had obtained a lot of intelligence through some special means, so she had heard about Li Ang.

"Actually, we're not biologically related." Ktura lowered her head somewhat shyly. "I was adopted from an orphanage. At first, I only had a given name, not a surname. My brother gave me his surname. He said 'Moriarty' sounded better than my original surname."

Rosalind looked at her, the curve of her lips unchanged. "Of course. Otherwise, your brother should be your sister."

She shook her head. "Fate is a more interesting thing than I thought."

Ketura looked up, her eyes filled with confusion, wondering why the other person would say something so incomprehensible.

"So, what should I do?" she asked after a moment of silence.

"It's very simple. Just don't resist, and then drink this potion."

Rosalind took a clear glass bottle from her sleeve. The bottle was small, only about two fingers tall, and contained a pink liquid that shimmered dreamily in the afternoon sunlight.

She handed the bottle to Ketura, "Drink it first."

Ketura took the medicine but didn't drink it immediately. He ran his fingers over the bottle, pressing a shallow fingerprint onto the glass surface with his fingertip.

He carefully observed the nebula-like specks of light that moved slowly in the liquid, then looked up at Rosalind.

"Um—Detective, are you and my brother very close?"

Rosalind's lips curved into a smile. "Of course. I did him a huge favor."

Her tone was very light, and she didn't sound like she was lying.

Because Rosalind did indeed do that man a favor. She gave him the most powerful identity card in the game; whether he wanted it or not was none of her business.

"So—how did you two meet?"

"We met at work. He's a detective, and so am I; we're bound to cross paths." Rosalind's reply sounded perfectly reasonable.

Although Li Ang has only been a detective for less than a week, he has already perfectly solved a case, so it is quite normal for him to get to know other detectives at work.