Sherlock Holmes is not a warp god.

As it was nearing the end of the workday, Fren peered through his office door and heard more voices outside, as if they were discussing something.

When Floren went outside, he leaned in to listen and found that it was Joel, Sharon, Camilla, and Millie discussing the news that had just been broadcast on TV.

A dispute broke out between scholars at the University of Berlin in the morning, with lightning, flames, and blinding light lingering in the sky above the university for a long time.

The outcome of the dispute remains unclear to outsiders. All that is known is that that afternoon, three scholars from Berlin University traveled to Berthe Riemann University, another top-tier university and the closest such university to Ostonia.

Fren thought that this matter must have something to do with Professor Olsen.

Good afternoon, beautiful ladies.

Fren greeted them, and all the ladies except Millie responded.

After handing over the work completed that day to Sharon, Fren noticed that Miss Joel was avoiding his gaze.

Miss Joel felt a sense of social dread.

He was probably working as a comedic livestreamer online every night, wearing a mask, when he found out during the day at work that a colleague had exposed his online persona.

That's how socially awkward it is.

Miss Joel typed away on the typewriter, not knowing what she was writing, hoping Mr. Holmes would hurry off work as usual and stop talking to her.

Seeing Miss Joel's expression, Fren chuckled inwardly, knowing that Minister McMahon had already told Miss Joel about his situation.

"Miss Joel, you did a great job yesterday! Keep up the good work!"

Fren made a seemingly random remark, leaving the other three girls puzzled, wondering why Fren wanted to encourage Joel alone.

As for the person involved, Joel, he wanted to bury his head under the table.

Watching Floren leave, Camilla, the most beautiful of the four girls, came over and asked, "Yol, does Francessoko like you?"

Camilla, always outspoken, said with a hint of mockery in her eyes, "Speaking of which, Senior Joel is already 26 years old, which is considered quite old for a single person."

The world is not stable, and population is an important factor in measuring a country's strength, so Ostonia encourages childbirth and offers many childcare subsidies, so the pressure to get married is not great.

At 26, Joel is indeed above the average age for marriage.

Sharon joined in the fun, her intelligent gleam shining behind her black-rimmed glasses. "Speaking of which, Mr. Holmes would be a suitable marriage candidate. You might want to consider him, Joel."

"No, no, no."

Joel shook his head decisively, "Mr. Holmes and I are too far apart in age."

At 26 and 18, Joel couldn't even imagine it.

Moreover...

Joel pursed her lips. She thought Francessoko was a good colleague and friend, but marriage...

Joel felt very uncomfortable at the thought of this possibility.

"Alright." Seeing that Joel was determined, Camilla and Sharon stopped teasing her.

Camilla returned to her seat, finished the last bit of work, and casually remarked, "Speaking of which, Mr. Holmes's words just now seemed to be mostly a joke."

Why did he specifically mention your work, Joel? Could it be that he's gotten hold of something on you at work?

Life is equal, and no one should be looked down upon.

But Camilla was just saying it casually; everyone does the same job, so what could Joel possibly have against her?

Camilla was right after all, except that the job Fren was referring to was Joel's other "part-time job." Joel's heart skipped a beat at Camilla's words, but he breathed a sigh of relief when he realized she was just saying it casually.

After chatting for a few minutes, everyone was ready to leave work.

Just then, a figure burst into the office, but even faster than that was the person's voice, "Sister, sister, sister, sister! I've come to pick you up after get off work!"

At the same time, a bouquet of flowers was presented to Joel.

The visitor was Yuri Blair, a secret police officer and rising star of the National Security Service.

Yuri's concern for his sister led him to investigate the information of everyone in the city hall beforehand, and he easily became friends with everyone in the office.

Yuri greeted Sharon, Camilla, and Millie with ease, and everyone also had a good impression of his lively younger brother, Joel.

"Yuri, aren't you supposed to be working overtime today?" Joel accepted the flowers and smiled as he looked at Yuri.

Yuri diligently helped his sister get dressed, and they walked out of the office together, with Yuri saying, "I've been really busy lately, but having dinner with my sister is more important."

With the addition of the laboratory case, Yuri was not just busy, he was practically running all over the country.

The laboratory incident that broke out yesterday has prompted security bureaus across the country to mobilize in less than a day.

This country, which is less than a hundred years old, is awakening at an alarming pace, beginning to examine its abscesses and sores.

Since Berlin is the capital, many of the people involved and the intelligence gathered there had to be taken to the Berlin Security Bureau for processing.

As a newcomer, Yuri was naturally assigned to these more tedious physical tasks, while the other experienced secret police officers had more important work to do.

Yuri just returned today from a major city in the southwest region after a three-hour flight.

Yuri came to pick up his sister for dinner right after the handover procedures were completed.

After finishing his dinner, Yuri will take a midnight flight to another city.

"Sister, sister, I want to tell you..."

Yuri chattered on about her work experiences, albeit edited. After all, in Yuri's eyes, her sister was just an ordinary employee, and she shouldn't let her know too much about the sordid side of this country beneath its glamorous exterior.

Joel listened quietly, his eyes shining as he looked at Yuri.

She initially started working at the garden center to take care of her younger brother.

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After getting off work, Fren didn't linger outside and went straight home in the city.

Mycroft arrived earlier than Floren and was lying on the sofa eating a dessert.

The father sat at the dining table reading a magazine, while the mother busied herself in the kitchen.

Ignoring the elderly mother's letters, this is undoubtedly a very warm and loving home.

"Even though I'm not your biological child, you don't have to push me into this mess," Fren said angrily to his elderly mother as he entered the kitchen.

"Your maternal grandfather, who is also my father, was the first generation of 'gardeners'." Timothy, demonstrating the essence of Western cuisine, was pouring a lump of sticky mashed potatoes into noodles, which would be dinner for six people tonight.

Sherlock had called ahead to say he was bringing his colleagues from his detective agency back with him.

"This is a family business; the Carter family owns 'shares' in it."

"It's not just you. Mike and Sherlock were also put in for special training for a while. Otherwise, why do you think they were able to graduate early from university by completing the mission?"

Fren was taken aback, not expecting this reason.

In his memory, Mycroft and Sherlock were both excellent marksmen, but it turns out they were truly honed through lives.