Sherlock Holmes is not a warp god.

Yuri took a stroll around the air-raid shelter and found nothing unusual. The hostages could be handled by the other secret police officers. He himself went out of the air-raid shelter to see if the director had any other instructions.

Another cancer has been removed from the city where my sister lived...

When he saw the sunlight, he was met with the silent contemplation of the Holmes brothers.

Yuri wasn't curious about the conflict between the two. He glanced at Francessoko Holmes' handsome face, narrowed his eyes, and immediately recalled the guy's information in his mind. He knew this guy all too well.

Age: 18 years old.

Identity: An orphan adopted by a fallen noble family.

Education: Outstanding early graduate of Eden College, apprentice of the Emperor.

Ability: Photographic memory, extremely strong memory.

Characteristics: Dislikes socializing and has no particular hobbies other than food.

That's all Yuri could find out; for the National Security Service, this amount of data is clearly insufficient.

The Security Bureau is all-pervasive; if Yuri wanted to, he could even find out what color underwear a person usually wears.

Ten days ago, Yuri intended to treat Francessoko in this way.

What color underwear he usually wears, what kind of magazines he reads, and whether he has a criminal or public order offense—these are all important to Yuri, as they can help him determine if this guy is a pervert.

Unfortunately, just as he was about to investigate in detail, he was slapped on the head by the lieutenant and then spent three days cleaning the archives.

The lieutenant told him sternly that this person could not be investigated.

Yuri was indignant, but he could understand. Many students at Eden Academy came from wealthy and powerful families. In this country where money and power were highly intertwined, Yuri's current position certainly didn't qualify him to see much.

However, through interviews with several of Francesco's classmates and his own investigation, it was found that this guy was not very dangerous.

"No, we can't be careless. What if he's a cunning and ruthless pervert? I work in the same department as my sister; I have to help her eliminate any potential threats."

Without concealing his gaze, Yuri stood beside the chief, staring intently at the man before him. His eyes seemed to carry a sword, trying to see through any filth in Furen's soul.

"Although I worked through the night yesterday, although I didn't eat anything for 20 hours, although I only had time to buy a pizza before coming to deal with this cult hideout at noon, and although the double cheese durian pizza the chief was eating was mine, none of that matters as much as eliminating the threat around my sister."

"Sister... Sister... Sister..."

These two words began to play on repeat in Yuri's mind. A figure as graceful as a white crane appeared and disappeared. Yuri forcibly suppressed the hunger in his body with his will, and then continued to stare fiercely at Furen.

The man who inexplicably appeared at my sister's workplace, prepare for my judgment!

Prove to me that you are qualified to be my colleague!

Because Yuri's gaze was too blatant, Fren could no longer condemn Mycroft for not having a conscience when he harmed his half-brother.

Fren turned around and smiled at Yuri, "Mr. Blair, you can rest assured, I am just an innocent citizen who was assigned to the city hall by some bastard who can't stand seeing his brothers idle when he's busy himself. Miss Blair and I are just ordinary colleagues."

No one present had mentioned to Freun that Yuri had a sister, but Freun knew it nonetheless. "I swear on my brother's hairline and sexual orientation, I, Francessoko Holmes, would never covet Ms. Joel Blair in the slightest."

Having witnessed firsthand how outrageous Mycroft could be, it's quite normal for Frun to deduce the relationship between Blair and his sister.

Before assigning Fren to City Hall, Mycroft had reviewed all the staff's files and knew about Yuri and Joel's relationship. As for how his brother knew... his computing power wasn't needed for that yet.

How is "hairline and sexual orientation" connected in this oath?

Mycroft's hairline was indeed receding a bit, but he was certain that while he wasn't particularly interested in women for the time being, he was even less likely to be interested in men. So, was this sexual orientation referring to Charlotte?

Considering Charlotte has recently been inseparable from a retired soldier in a city near the border, and has even opened an agency...

Mycroft felt that Fren's statement was not unfounded.

Upon hearing this, Yuri noticed that the red high-risk marker on Furen's body turned yellow, indicating that he was now a person to be observed.

Such a vicious oath, which is no different from the Holmes family having no heir from now on, is somewhat convincing.

"Gurgle~!" Yuri's stomach protested, and Yuri finally turned his attention away from Fren and looked at his pizza, only to find an empty box with a little bit of cheese on it.

"Burp~!" Chief Wilke was full.

"Chief, you've gone too far! This is my breakfast, lunch, and dinner!" Yuri roared, grabbing the chief's tracksuit collar and shaking him up and down, showing no regard for hierarchy.

The head of the National Security Bureau, who had just pulled Stanislav's spine out like a sword in an instant, now looked slightly guilty, muttering, "Eating cold things hurts your stomach. Your durian has been in the car for an hour. I'm only doing this for your own good, Yuri."

At this time, the hostages inside the air-raid shelter were brought out one by one, feeling the warm afternoon sun, and some even broke down and cried.

Having lived in Berlin, the capital, for so many years, the idea of ​​cults only existed in television, news, and newspapers, making this experience quite difficult for them to accept.

The secret police, in groups of two or three, began registering everyone's identities.

In fact, there was only one person in charge of registration, while the other was poised to take control of the citizens in front of him at any time.

It's not uncommon for cult members to disguise themselves and infiltrate among the hostages in an attempt to slip through undetected; naturally, they won't let their guard down just because the hostages are hostages.

The girl, who looked a bit like a delinquent, received "preferential treatment" from three secret police officers because she was a minor.

"Name?"

Peggy Swanson.

"age?"

"14 years old."

"Home address?"

Upon hearing the secret police's question, the girl named Peggy pursed her lips and finally answered, "I'm a master's student at Bert Riemann University."

The secret police paused in their recording. Had he already started graduate school at the age of 14?

If that's the case, then this is an even more talented girl than Yuri.

The National Security Agency has always valued talent, and this record will soon be on the director's desk. Even if they aren't suited to become spies, they can still serve the country as civilian employees.