Sherlock Holmes is not a warp god.

Chapter 117 Moriarty's Madness

This is counter-terrorism, not a game.

Furen had no interest in playing house with this organization.

If an opportunity arises, it should be met with saturation artillery fire.

However, even if the headquarters is found, it's impossible for all the members of the Black Lotus Society to be there.

That means Sherlock will have to find them one by one.

"The bodies of those people are still at the Security Bureau." Furen was referring, of course, to those who died because of the ancient hairpin. "Look for the clues you're looking for on these bodies."

Starting today, the Security Bureau will give you the green light all the time. If you want Jasmine Amber's help, you no longer need to rely on her favor towards you; you can cooperate openly and honestly.

"What about the reward?" Sherlock asked, displeased. He felt that Francessoko hadn't mentioned the most important thing.

He's a detective; that's how he makes a living.

"You can select all the loot you get during this process, such as some ancient items with defensive functions."

The security bureau won't register it, and they'll provide you with clear documentation. 'Jasmine needs to be taken care of too. You can't ignore their feelings just because everyone is lenient with you.'

"Good luck," Fren said to Sherlock as he turned back before leaving. "Remember to be careful and don't get hurt."

You know how close Mrs. Hudson and your mother are; now you have another spy for your parents by your side.

With that, Fren turned and left, intending to spend the rest of the day exploring the city of Slen.

After learning that there was also a Thames River here, in Fren's eyes, Slen was an alternate version of London.

I wonder where Moriarty is watching Sherlock from.

Fren knew that Sherlock's allure to Moriarty meant that Moriarty's true form couldn't be too far from Sherlock.

"Mrs. Hudson, I'll be back later."

Fren informed the landlord, and then left 221B Baker Street with his beast.

As a border city, its chaos and vibrancy stand in stark contrast to the safe and conservative Berlin.

After leaving Baker Street, Fren witnessed a robbery.

Seeing this, Fren couldn't help but reflect once again on Mrs. Hudson's influence.

A thief noticed Fren's elegant suit and stealthily approached.

These aristocratic suits are the easiest to steal because they have a strict inner pocket design.

You can get the wallet inside by simply cutting open the fabric at the chest.

Whether or not this person would be hurt was not within the thief's consideration.

Fren himself didn't do much, but number 11 next to him did a good job of being a sheepdog.

He bit off the thief's forearm.

Fren patted Number 11 on the head with satisfaction. "Well done."

He didn't want to know what kind of hardship a person had to endure to become a thief; choosing himself as the target meant he had to pay the price.

Despite some minor security issues, Sloan is a very attractive and bustling city.

Furen glanced around the central square and spotted several agents.

Border cities have always been important hubs for intelligence exchange among special agents.

Not only the Eastern Kingdom's Security Bureau, but also the Western Kingdom's Eastward Security Bureau is very active in Slen City.

Sylvia Sherwood, as the highest-ranking Western agent infiltrating the Eastern Kingdom, sometimes needs to personally come to the border to hand over important items, or even cross the border into Slen to return home.

For example, right now, Fren's eyesight allowed him to see Sylvia in a car.

"I didn't expect to run into so many familiar faces even after coming to Slen City," Fren said softly, leaning against the railing of the Thames. "It seems that Sherlock is more important to you than I thought."

"I don't think so. I just want him to feel my pain." Oros's words were even more stubborn than Sherlock's.

Furen didn't say much. The unfamiliar woman next to him with the familiar label was stronger than Sherlock and could actually fight him.

Where is Moriarty?

Fren originally intended to find Moriarty himself to assess the extent of his danger to Sherlock.

But since Euros appeared, I decided to ask her.

Fren believed that Orlos must be fully aware of all the dangers surrounding Sherlock.

"Don't expect me to do anything for you." Oros's voice was like the biting wind of winter. "You shouldn't have let Sherlock handle matters related to the Black Lotus Society. He'll come into contact with power that's truly connected to the gods."

"You should say that to Mycroft." Furen didn't see anything wrong with it; Sherlock might lose an arm or a leg, but he certainly wouldn't die.

In this world, as long as you can afford the price, even a severed head can be reattached.

"This is the task Mycroft gave you." Oros was considering the possibility of the person before him dying in this city. "You can handle it yourself."

"It's none of your business." Fren shook his head. "You're already a dead man, so don't do anything unnecessary."

These words struck a nerve with Orlos, reminding her that she no longer had anything to do with the Holmes name.

But Oros was surprisingly calm in front of Francessoko, saying, "Sherlock can only die by my hand. If anything happens to him, I will kill you beforehand."

"I have no doubt about that," Fren agreed with Orlos's statement.

"Roar!"

While Fren and Olos were chatting, the fifth pigeon was gently moving its claws along the railing, approaching a female pigeon next to it.

Number 11 was trying to clean the blood from the corner of his mouth when Number 8 suddenly shouted.

Fren raised an eyebrow, then grabbed the fifth brother.

The fifth cat was a little unhappy about being interrupted during their "date," but it still dutifully acted as the internet connection between the eighth cat and its owner.

No bombing.

The content of the third episode of the first season...

The Magic Duck Trotter makes its first appearance.

Fren understood, and then said to Olos, "I don't know if you're aware of this, but for Sherlock, Moriarty is probably more dangerous than the Black Lotus."

Oros witnessed Fren's interaction with the pets, and his expression darkened.

She didn't think Francessoko would deceive her on this matter, so it could only mean that Moriarty was even bolder than she imagined.

After she made contact with one of Moriarty's puppets, Moriarty would very obediently lurk underwater when she appeared in Slen City.

Oros thought Moriarty was a very sensible person.

It now appears that this is not the case.

Fren wondered if this was just the inertia of the plot, or if Moriarty had become even more insane.

Seeing so many Sherlock Holmes in the city, he felt itching to do something.

Fren felt it was the latter; Moriarty was just that crazy.

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