Sherlock Holmes is not a warp god.

The living room wasn't large, and many framed photos of the family and group photos hung on the walls.

The back windowsill is large, facing the yard where some melons and fruits are planted. Now that the weather is warming up, it's the time to sow seeds.

After calculating the time, Fren figured that his mother probably wanted to take advantage of the fact that the three young laborers were all at home to turn over the soil in the yard and plant seasonal vegetables.

After hugging his mother, Fren handed her the ham and bread he was holding.

When Fren tried to swipe his card to buy these two items, he discovered that the card had been frozen.

Left with no other option, Fren had to use cash, luckily he had his wages from last week on him. However, the shopkeeper spent quite a while giving him change for the 100 ducats.

"Good child, you've always been the most worry-free, and you've become more and more sensible since graduation." Mrs. Holmes smiled as she accepted the gift; at least it was a token of her appreciation.

Mrs. Holmes preferred soft wheat bread, the kind without any butter, fruit, or meat floss, with the purest wheat aroma.

Mr. Holmes, on the other hand, prefers more complex and intense flavors such as smoked, roasted, and so on.

These two dishes are exactly what my parents want, and they'll be on the dinner table today.

In this respect, Fren was much better than the other two, who always went home empty-handed.

In his previous life, Jin Jue grew up as an orphan and built his own career. He is naturally well-versed in basic social skills and can easily gain favor with others.

This two-story building has bedrooms and a study on the second floor, while the first floor is the living area.

The living room has many functions, so it's not very big. Adding a large dining table makes it feel even more cramped.

Everyone had their own seat at the table. When Fren sat down, Sherlock to his right was eating an apple.

Upon seeing Fren arrive, he raised an eyebrow.

Seeing the empty seat next to Sherlock, Fren asked, "What did you do? How much longer until Mycroft gets home?"

The day before yesterday morning, Mycroft hurriedly left after introducing himself to the warden.

Work wouldn't make Mycroft feel "anxious," and even a fool could tell that Sherlock had gotten into trouble again.

"Nothing important, just a quick trip to the border military base and rescuing a few children from a lab." Sherlock, at 184 cm tall, is now the tallest of the three young Sherlock Holmes. He leans back lazily in his chair, just like Fren does in his office. "Mycroft left Slen by plane yesterday at noon, and I don't know where he is now."

Sherlock is a genius with antisocial tendencies, and Frun suspects the military base was bombed. The labs that use children as experimental subjects are clearly not benevolent either, and Frun won't concern himself with the consequences.

Sherlock isn't very humane, but he's somewhat humane; those children will be dealt with.

"You must feel quite accomplished doing something so exciting." Floren ate some sliced ​​cucumber and celery, intending to cleanse his stomach. "You should be striking while the iron is hot. Why did you go back to Berlin?"

"The laboratory in Slen is just one of them," Sherlock stated his intelligence. "The real headquarters is actually near Berlint."

Her voice was flat, but from Charlotte's slightly faster speaking speed, Fren could sense that the scene in that laboratory must not have been pleasant.

"Laboratories in various locations use special methods to search for gifted children and then use various rituals to bless these children with evil gods, thereby awakening different abilities."

Those with more potential were sent to 'headquarters' for further development.

The so-called ritual, Furen figured, was probably similar to the actions of those benevolent fathers who had tried to inject themselves with a mixture of various bacteria and viruses a few days ago. Unlike the random, chosen sacrifices from the streets, these laboratory sacrifices were all carefully selected infants.

Their motto is "Everything is for world peace."

At this point, Sherlock's expression finally changed, and an undisguised sarcasm appeared on his face.

Fren understood that Sherlock was mocking the asymmetry between the experimentation on innocent children and the ridiculous slogan.

In the name of peace, these very laboratories are actually undermining peace.

It's not a pity to die.

"Did you come back alone?" Fren asked.

"And my assistant, he went to visit his comrades in Berlin." Charlotte's eyes lit up as she spoke of him. "I'll introduce him to you tomorrow."

We need our connections in Berlin to find out where the lab's headquarters are located.

"It's a pity... the security here is too good." Sherlock sighed, saying something that sounded incomprehensible to others.

"Want to come with me tonight?" Sherlock looked at Fren and extended a team invitation.

Despite being 187cm tall, Sherlock's close-combat skills are actually quite average; his abilities mainly lie in ranged attacks and intelligence.

He heard from Mycroft that Fren now has other abilities besides self-healing.

Using Fren as a human shield in a crisis is also an excellent option.

Fren had no idea how vicious his second brother was. If he had heard Mycroft's thoughts, he would have hung him on the street lamp by the door and dried him like bacon.

The eldest brother used himself as bait, and the second brother ended up wanting to use himself as a human shield.

The brotherly affection and respect within the Sherlock Holmes family is truly quite unique.

"Okay." Unaware of Charlotte's scheme, Furen agreed, raising an eyebrow and smiling.

He felt he would gain something special from this operation.

Mycroft did not return even after Mrs. Holmes had prepared a sumptuous family dinner.

The Holmes couple sat on one side of the rectangular table, watching their two children enjoying their meal on the other side. They sighed slightly, then joined in.

Mycroft didn't come back, there must be something important going on.

The conversation between Sherlock and Fren, which they hadn't bothered to lower their voices, was overheard by their parents.

They knew that the two children were going to do something rather dangerous that night.

However, neither Charlotte nor Fren would do anything without certainty; they believed their child would be safe and sound.

The two brothers can look out for each other if they're together.

Her mother's cooking skills were still very good. With a smile on her face, Fren finished off Mycroft's portion of food, and then saw Sherlock hand her a small box.

It looks a bit like a ring box.

"Your graduation gift, a pair of cufflinks," Charlotte explained. "It's a trophy I acquired; it can warn of attacks from the warp and provide a certain level of protection."

"Thank you." Upon hearing the description, Furen knew it must be a precious mystical artifact.