Sherlock Holmes is not a warp god.

Chapter 116 requires no evidence, only coordinates.

When Sherlock returned to the detective agency, he saw Francessoko sitting in his seat, using his own cup and coffee.

Fren gave his assessment: "So-so."

And they're so picky...

Sherlock was quite helpless and whipped up a gust of wind to blow Fren away.

As Sherlock Holmes, he has obsessive-compulsive disorder; he must sit in his own seat.

An invisible current enveloped Furen, but the next moment an opposing force appeared within it, perfectly neutralizing Sherlock's ability.

Sherlock's pupils contracted; he could sense that the aura of womanizing emanating from his younger brother was almost identical to his own.

Even though the connection between extraordinary abilities and willpower is greater than that between bloodline and lineage, Sherlock couldn't help but wonder at this moment if Fren was truly his brother.

Furen didn't intend to stay seated any longer. He gave Sherlock a faint smile, got up, and sat down opposite Sherlock.

The seat where the "customers" of this detective agency sit.

"Please sit down." Fren gestured to Sherlock and Watson, indicating that they should sit down.

Sherlock had a strange feeling that Fren was the real owner of the firm.

With a sigh, Sherlock nodded to Watson, and the two then sat down on the sofa.

Sherlock, now in character, began to ask the guest before him, "Francisco, what brings you here?"

He was extremely polite, almost unlike Sherlock.

"My business is not important right now." Furen looked at Sherlock in front of him, his eyes slightly brightening. "I'm a little interested in you."

"Sherlock Holmes, your emotions are fluctuating, which is very rare."

"Oh~~"

"A little jealousy, plus resentment," Fren drawled.

The only problem is that the object of your dissatisfaction is yourself.

"You always do this, talking nonsense in a serious tone." Hearing Furen's words, Sherlock calmed down and looked calmly at his younger brother with his legs crossed.

"Sherlock, you can't fool yourself, especially people like us." Fren nodded slightly to Watson, indicating that this was just casual conversation between brothers and that he hoped Watson wouldn't mind.

On the contrary, Watson found the scene before him far more interesting than when Sherlock and Mycroft met.

Mycroft was more concerned with Sherlock's abilities and his mental and physical health.

Francessoko, however, seems to place more emphasis on Shylock's private life.

Watson has always been the one being analyzed in front of Sherlock, so it's quite rare to see Sherlock being analyzed by someone else now.

The Holmes family is indeed full of talented people; even Sherlock doesn't seem so special in this family.

At least Watson didn't know how Francessoko could tell Sherlock's condition the moment they met.

Even from a mystical perspective, it's difficult to explain.

Because in many cases, those involved are often blinded by their own perspectives, and many people are not clear about their true thoughts.

"Dissatisfaction with oneself..." Furen tapped the rough surface of the sofa, looking at Sherlock with interest. "This dissatisfaction is caused by others."

"Your social circle is very small. The only people who can stir your emotions are not your family members far away in Berlin, nor Watson and Mrs. Hudson downstairs, so it can only be Jasmine."

"You're not satisfied with yourself; you can't bring Jasmine that kind of happiness..."

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"Hmm...like an incompetent husband."

"You know what I'm talking about; you've read my magazines."

Watson's expression was somewhat strange; he never expected that Francessoko and Sherlock would actually read those kinds of magazines.

"Shut up!" Sherlock's tone suddenly sharpened. "If you don't get down to business, get out."

"You really are still a child who never grew up." Fren waved his hand. "When your secrets are exposed, you get angry out of shame."

It's always so fun to tease Sherlock every now and then.

Fren began to understand why Orlos enjoyed playing games with Sherlock so much.

It's not very ethical to tease a fool, but it's fun.

Seeing that Francis had stopped, Sherlock sat back down. "Alright, now let's talk about the Black Lotus Society."

As far as I know, after killing those people, I told the secret police of the Security Bureau. You should have seen it by now.

"Now, tell me what information you know."

At this point, Watson, who was sitting next to him, sat up straight. His life had been greatly influenced by the Black Lotus Society.

Sherlock Holmes is quite famous in Sleng.

After learning that Sherlock was investigating the deaths of some members of the Black Lotus, the Black Lotus leader, who was eager to find the lost ancient hairpin, decided to use Sherlock's wisdom.

Then, very cleverly, they mistook John Watson for Sherlock Holmes and kidnapped Watson's girlfriend at the time, Sarah.

No matter how Watson explained, the smugglers stubbornly believed that the man in front of them was Sherlock Holmes.

Sherlock arrived just in time and, using a tantalizing pistol and his extraordinary abilities, precisely rescued Watson and his girlfriend.

In truth, if these people hadn't used mystical drugs, even if they combined their abilities, they wouldn't have been a match for Watson. Unfortunately, however, even high-level superhumans can be defeated.

Sarah felt that life with Watson was too exciting, and after spending several nights with him, she finally broke up with him with a heavy heart.

Currently, I maintain a colleague relationship with Watson, only flirting during work hours and occasionally fulfilling each other's needs.

The woman worked at the Slen City Hospital, and Watson was a doctor who saw patients twice a week.

Sherlock's detective agency was for the thrill. The fees he collected went to pay Mrs. Hudson's rent and daily expenses, leaving very little for Watson.

In fact, Shylock often received a share of the daily necessities and food that Watson bought with his hospital salary.

Upon learning of this, Fren felt even more strongly that Sherlock deserved the title of "incompetent husband."

However, there was no need to agitate Sherlock's mental state at the moment. Furen informed the pair in front of him about the relationship between the Black Lotus Society and the Lake Water Merchant Guild, as well as information about the Black Lotus Society.

"I need you to find the true headquarters of the Black Lotus Society."

"No evidence or confession is needed, just your coordinates."

"Then Yuri Blair, who was traveling with me, would communicate with the Security Service and the military to launch an attack there under a plausible pretext."

Fren could do this job too, but he's too lazy to run around, so it's more suitable to leave it to Sherlock.

Physically eliminating the Black Lotus Society would minimize the influence of foreign investment on both the East and West.

Not only the Black Lotus Society, but also Furen of the Crimson Circus held the same attitude.