Sherlock Holmes is not a warp god.

Chapter 120 Magnussen Bookstore

As a child, Francesco Holmes, still a child in the womb, read those magazines with a thirst for knowledge and a desire to explore.

Compared to other social science journals, the content of this journal is clearly not in line with the worldview that young Françoco had in mind.

Young Françoco read these magazines mainly to think about why such outrageous stories appeared in them.

This behavior is simply a perfectly normal thirst for knowledge and a desire to explore; it is by no means some kind of inherited Jian'an spirit.

The legacy of Cao Cao.

After regaining his memories, Fren, with the critical eye of his previous life, re-examined these magazines and felt that their content was somewhat too conservative.

The restrictions on this content will certainly differ between the border city of Schlen and the capital city of Berlin.

Before returning to Baker Street, Fren planned to visit the city's largest bookstore and examine it with a critical eye.

Magnussen Bookstore.

It's called a bookstore, but it's actually a large building.

The building, which is more than ten stories high, is filled with books from all over the world.

Because of its location on the border, Slen City was once the most concentrated area for intelligence brokers in the city.

Both the Eastern Security Bureau and the Western Bureau of Investigation and Statistics have personnel operating here.

Furen didn't care about the agents who had gathered here for intelligence; he was here mainly for art.

Section 69, which is the 9th book section on the 6th floor.

The name is very unique.

Fren left his bird and dog in the pet area on the first floor, then walked around the area, looking at the covers written in languages ​​from all over the world on the two-meter-high bookshelves.

If you can't find a book, you can ask the staff for help. There's also a suggestion book nearby where customers can write down their opinions on a particular book's translation or request a specific translation.

As long as you can afford it, translating it into any language is not a problem.

From the perspective of the book experience alone, this bookstore is perfect, no wonder it has become a well-known book center in both the East and West and even the world.

As Frenmei walked among the bookshelves, thanks to his excellent memory, he could understand every word.

The article contained a series of seemingly unrelated phrases: a female colleague who missed the last bus, a boys' school with only one female teacher and a girls' school with only one male teacher, and stories about male and female tutors. After a quick glance, Fren knew what the articles were about.

"well...

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Fren felt his threshold was a bit high; he wasn't interested in any of the content here.

Bookstores don't mind customers browsing through books, as long as they don't intentionally damage or soil them.

Furen casually picked up a comic book titled "The Mother and Daughter Who Moved In Next Door Have to Use My Bathroom Because of the Water Outage," and squinted as he flipped through the fairly well-made pages.

Unfortunately, there are many flaws in both the artwork and the plot.

After reading it, Fren was greatly disappointed and put the book back in its place.

Next, head to the text section. Excellent text can create a better visual experience than comics.

When he arrived, Fren was surprised to find someone watching with great interest.

And it's bulged out.

Hearing Furen's footsteps, the man looked up, a lewd smile on his face.

At this moment, Fren saw the man's full appearance: he was wearing an expensive suit, no less expensive than Fren's own.

He was around forty years old, somewhat slender, over 1.8 meters tall, with high cheekbones, wore gold-rimmed glasses, and had significant baldness.

A person who perfectly fits the name "a beast in human clothing".

"I recommend the 6th book from the left on shelf A of unit 215. It's a new release from Misr, and there's no translated version yet in Ostonia."

The man's face lit up with joy. When he saw Fren, his eyes lit up, then he froze for a moment. A few seconds later, looking at Fren on the bookshelf, the man smiled and spoke.

Fren looked over and saw that the spine of the book was titled "My Classmate's Mother," with a vertical title in small print next to it: "My pen pal, with whom I have corresponded for many years, is actually the single mother of my college classmate."

This is a familiar topic.

However, Fren still took the book down, intending to critique what the protagonist and his pen pal had confided in each other.

Seeing that Frenz had finished reading the book at quantum speed without any expression on his face, the man next to him walked over and said, "Hello, I am Charles Augustus Magnussen."

"Francisco Holmes," Fren said frankly, revealing his real name.

After a few glances at the sleazy man, Fren made his diagnosis.

[The biggest intelligence broker in both the East and West, a notorious "King of Extortion," possessed incriminating evidence against many people. Besides his own intellect, he had established extensive networks around the world, ensuring that his death would trigger simultaneous leaks of intelligence from numerous newspapers and media outlets, enough to ignite a major war between nations.]

Upon hearing the name, Fren had a guess.

This is the ridiculous boss in the show who tried to use the chain of relationships—Watson's wife → Watson → Sherlock → Mycroft—to blackmail Mycroft with leverage over Watson's wife, only to be killed by Sherlock in the end. All the intelligence was in this guy's head; after confirming it multiple times, Sherlock finally felt safe enough to fire.

The Magnussen in this world is clearly much smarter than the one in the show.

He made ample backups of some dangerous intelligence to ensure his death would have sufficiently dire consequences. This way, if he were in danger, important figures in both the East and West would have to guarantee his safety.

Furen hadn't expected to encounter so many amazing people on his very first day in Slen City.

Magnussen, with his high-definition image-like memory, has a brain that is an intelligence repository.

Judging solely from the size of the memory disk, this man's memory might be about the same as Mycroft's.

However, what Fren was certain of was that this man was far inferior to Sherlock and Mycroft in terms of planning and deduction.

He's just a despicable person who uses extremely disgusting methods to achieve his disgusting goals in the cracks.

Fren was contemplating the feasibility of pulling out his gun right now and killing the man.

In the end, I gave up on the idea.

Fren knew that the moment Magnussen saw him, he had retrieved information about him.

Fren didn't know what special qualities he had revealed in the past, but Magnussen immediately pointed out the books that could attract young Francessoko, which clearly showed that he knew about the former Francessoko.

Furen had no idea what this man wanted to say as he leaned closer.

He's not Sherlock Holmes; he doesn't have Watson as a weakness.

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