Sherlock Holmes is not a warp god.

"Sherlock Holmes and Francessoko Holmes were both present at the time and must know the specifics. If anyone knows where the existing records in the laboratory are, they must be one of them."

As dusk watched Fren's vehicle disappear, he thought, "Using this kind of work-related coincidence to make contact with the mission target without leaving a trace and seize the opportunity to obtain intelligence, I can only say that he is indeed worthy of being a manager."

It really was just a coincidence...

However, Sylvia did not explain that Twilight's mistaken assumption could make her status as an administrator even more mysterious.

To be honest, Huang Hun is only 27 years old now, which is still considered a newcomer compared to other veteran agents.

But this newcomer's performance is second to none among the Western agents.

After Huang Hun officially became a special agent, Sylvia taught him a lot, and was considered his superior and teacher.

However... Sylvia couldn't see clearly whether it was the level of a special agent or the height of a transcendent path. Being surpassed by her disciple really wasn't a comfortable feeling.

Sylvia felt that what Twilight said was feasible, and that she could obtain information about the laboratory by contacting Francessoko.

......

Having basically finished the work he took on yesterday, Fren doesn't plan to go back to City Hall and is skipping work as usual.

In fact, this business is not much different from a regular corporate relocation.

However, the diplomatic pressure between the two countries placed various constraints on those in charge. There were too many unknowns, which is why the planning department was reluctant to take on the job; they worried about potential unpleasant friction with the Spanish embassy. And who knew if this building they specifically designated would cause problems later on?

But Fren didn't think that such a level of trouble would have any impact on him, an ordinary clerk. Plus, Sylvia was also keen to facilitate it, so today went exceptionally smoothly.

Even without the knocking at dusk, Furen was already planning to leave.

At this moment, Fren had a strong sense of control over the car he was driving.

From today's perspective, engine speed, tire friction, and even wind resistance are all precisely calculated by Furen. In this state, even without using the drainage ditch to corner, Furen can make Fujiwara Takumi inhale his exhaust fumes on Mount Akina.

Like a complete robot, Furen's lips curled up slightly by two pixels, as if he were smiling.

Hum, Joel, Anya—Fren has finally met all of this "family."

In the following year, they will live their own lives.

An ordinary special agent, a boring and tedious killer, and a displaced superhuman.

They will eventually come together because of a certain task.

"Should we become their neighbors...?"

"Fren said to himself."

Before that, try to graduate from Berlin University within a year.

All the courses on the scientific and mystical sides, as well as practical classes, internships, and graduation theses, are crammed into one year, which is quite a tight schedule.

That evening, Floren didn't cook a big meal. He simply made a few bowls of noodles with soybean paste, which he and Mycroft ate. The taste was so-so. This world has soybeans, but no soybean paste. Floren felt that if necessary, he should ferment some himself in the future.

Upon hearing Fren's desire to graduate within a year, Mycroft elegantly wiped the sauce from the corner of his mouth with a tissue. "University is indeed a bit of a waste of time. A year is just right for completing your studies."

"You graduated from Berlin University, help me plan this out." In Fren's view, this older brother was an excellent tool.

"Okay." In Mycroft's view, this was just a small matter. "How are you doing with the books your father gave you?"

"I've already finished reading a third of it in the last few days."

"It's been a week already, that's too slow." Mycroft frowned. "Has your learning ability declined?"

"I'm lazy." Furen wasn't in a hurry to learn all the books; he would set aside some time to practice his Ripple and other abilities.

The father probably thought that since Freun had already met Professor Sigmund Olsen, it would be easier for him to study in the medical school, so he prepared books for Freun that were for undergraduate medical students.

The suitcase Fren brought back was full of them. Compared to books on science and engineering, these books were far too thick.

Mycroft found this reason acceptable: "Let's finish our studies as soon as possible. I'll arrange for us to start our internship at the Security Bureau after the semester begins."

Practical credits from the Security Bureau can be used to offset some general education courses and school activities credits.

"Okay." Fren nodded, agreeing with Mycroft's arrangement. After all, interning at the Security Bureau didn't mean he would have to work there after graduation.

"The Berlin University Library contains books that are only open to outstanding students," Mycroft mentioned again, seemingly as an elder brother's wise advice, "The contents of the library are all advanced scientific and esoteric knowledge."

Don't be like Sherlock Holmes, write all of this down.

Mycroft uttered these horrifying words with the tone of someone reciting "Ode to the Goose" from memory.

"You memorized it all?" Fren asked back.

"Yes, all the books in the library." Mycroft felt he had already lowered his standards for Fren considerably. After all, the library's open books were nearly a hundred times more numerous than the classic texts.

Fren sighed, "I'll try my best. I only have one year of spare time. It's too much trouble to flip through them one by one."

Mycroft nodded; he thought so too, otherwise he wouldn't have only asked Fren to memorize the classic texts.

As for the criticism of Sherlock earlier, Furen did not refute it.

Once, emulating Watson in the original story, during a family gathering on Grace Day, Fren used questioning to compile a list of his brother Sherlock's strengths.

Based solely on the descriptions on the list, one can infer that they are either terrorists or detective enthusiasts.

The "little bit" mentioned earlier is actually "nothing" in the original work.

The reason why Sherlock in this world is not completely out of touch with the world in these aspects is that he must give full credit to Eden Academy's complete training system.

The claim that "he played the violin very well" in item 10 is questionable, but Sherlock insists that he has always been imitating the playing of masters.

He claimed to be replicating the violin master's fingering and rhythm in a 1:1 ratio, but to Fren, it sounded like sawing wood.