Sherlock Holmes is not a warp god.

Chapter 126 The Underground World

Furen did not focus all his attention on Sherlock just because Sherlock might die.

As someone who likes to play as a camper when playing PUBG, Furen chose a more stable approach.

Monitor every corner of this city.

This moss was meticulously designed by Fren.

The thick leaves have a crystalline structure that allows them to sense light.

The thin leaves act like eardrums, collecting ambient sound.

Fortunately, Fren had anticipated that he would see many "disgusting" scenes, so he had already edited a filter program.

As we all know, sound is a waveform.

The name "Sherlock Holmes," when translated into sound, is actually a wave.

Furen set the waveform error to 20%, so that only sounds within the error range would be captured by Furen's thoughts.

Fren gradually received sounds and images related to Sherlock.

This connection, similar to that between the main body and an avatar, requires neither technological radio signals nor mystical causal abilities.

All cells that differentiate from Freun are part of a unified whole, sharing all states without any delay. This is a state of extremely high perspective, like watching two videos on a screen.

There are no signals that can be observed in the real world, so no one will realize they are being watched.

All Fren needs to do is identify who are fans, who are casual observers, and who are truly malicious.

These things weren't stressful at all; Fren could do them easily. But watching the video clips, which had already surpassed six figures in less than an hour, made Fren, sunbathing in his office, feel inexplicably exhausted.

If Sherlock had lived up to expectations, Fren wouldn't be so exhausted.

So Fren decided to scatter some barbed wire along Sherlock's emotional path.

He sat in the office until the end of the workday, and only then did Fren "see and hear" what he wanted.

"This cheat code isn't big enough."

Furen shook his head. He had tried, but he couldn't trigger the Heavenly Eye's identification function with just his consciousness.

The so-called "Heavenly Eye" requires Furen's consciousness to observe with his eyes in order to draw conclusions, and it also requires the assistance of a certain amount of mental energy.

Even if you control the mutation of moss cells to grow eyes, you still won't achieve the desired effect.

Just like cutting off a piece of an arm, even if the fingers twitch slightly under electrical stimulation, it doesn't mean that the arm is alive.

Furen felt that his third eye still had a lot of room for improvement. If only any stray cell could trigger identification...

The eye of heaven is not such an inconvenient thing. Can't the eye of the mind be an eye? Who says that plants can't be without eyes of the mind?

If one is blind, then that eye is useless, which is absurd. This ability is blatant discrimination against the blind.

Fren was deeply moved. If he could identify what the moss "saw," he could find everything in the city related to the Black Lotus Society in an instant.

However, after spending an afternoon, we've found almost everything.

If there are criminals who are so careful that they don't reveal anything about the Black Lotus or Sherlock Holmes even when they are at home, then Fren will accept it.

"It seems they've mobilized some truly important figures."

A level nine member of the Black Lotus Society is definitely a high-ranking member.

They possess both water and ice elemental abilities, and also have the extraordinary profession of pastry chef.

Sherlock and Watson are both only level 7 superhumans, so it's normal that their win rate is so low that they might die.

"It's a big fish." Furen felt that this Black Lotus Society member definitely knew the location of the headquarters.

The headquarters of the Black Lotus Society is not something ordinary members can know about; it contains nearly a thousand years of the society's accumulated knowledge. Only by eliminating the headquarters can the foundation of the Black Lotus Society be truly damaged.

Besides, even if the Lake Water Chamber of Commerce and all the smugglers are wiped out, the Black Lotus Society will still make a comeback, and then they will use even more covert methods.

After deciding that the white dog would stay at the security bureau tonight, Floren straightened his clothes, put on a coat, and went out.

Unfortunately, this garment doesn't seem to have the ability to change its appearance, so Floren has to wear another trench coat.

It's unlikely that Fren will take off his gold-plated suit; what he's about to do today could very well result in injury. While he won't die, healing himself will be quite troublesome.

Walking down a narrow alley, Fren's height remained unchanged, but his skeletal structure and gait had undergone subtle adjustments, and his hair had turned from black to gold.

At the same time, his eye sockets gradually deepened, his nose bridge rose, and his pupils changed from jet black to azure blue.

Fren has completely transformed; this is his new disguise.

Compared to Mr. Sunflower in the garden, this vest is more discreet; it's Floren's black gloves.

"A pocket watch at five o'clock, and white wine from Porto."

Fren went to a bar in the city center, tapped lightly on the counter, and said a few names.

This bar clearly doesn't care much about cleanliness; moss has grown in the corner next to the liquor cabinet.

Upon seeing this unfamiliar face, the bartender asked a few more questions, which Fren answered fluently.

Only then did someone lead Fren into an elevator.

This elevator leads underground, to the true underworld of Slen City. And this bar is just one of the entrances to that underworld.

Magnussen Bookstore is the largest information exchange center.

This place is similar to a black market.

Unidentified alchemical weapons, dangerous supernatural creatures, and even human trafficking can all be found here.

Compared to Berlin, which is located inland, Schlen, which is situated on the border between East and West and not far from the coastline, is obviously much more crazy.

This space is over six meters high, and its area is not yet apparent. Ordinary people in Slen City probably cannot imagine that such a world exists beneath the roads they walk on every day.

Furen could see that some shops quite openly sold materials made from the body parts of superhumans and materials from superhuman creatures.

The materials were displayed together, with prices clearly marked.

While both are human, when flesh-and-blood superhumans undergo organ transplants, not only is the rejection rate lower, but they are also more likely to gain some of the flesh-and-blood abilities.

In Berlin, such behavior would be somewhat concealed, with a plausible excuse offered. But in Schlen, it's clear that such things don't matter much, and passersby are used to it.

This is only the first basement level; there are much deeper levels below.

The place Fren was going to was downstairs.

People coming and going brought enough spores into this place.

"Honestly, does the ventilation system need another repair?" Someone muttered, rubbing the moss at their feet. "I guess it's because the air humidity is too high; there's so much moss here."

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