A world of pure white, eternal darkness and light alternating endlessly—Yao Ziyan had never heard of such a place on Tianlan Continent.
Perhaps it was some special ruin space?
Such unusual environments could indeed exist in those ruin spaces connected to Tianlan Continent. That was why she had asked.
"I don't know." Luo Chuan shook his head in response to Yao Ziyan's question. "Soul Lock only remembered this much. I think if he keeps forcing himself to remember, he might fall directly into slumber from excessive depletion."
"I see..." Yao Ziyan sighed softly. "Doesn't that mean this lead has been cut off?"
"So what if it has? It's not like this is the only road we can take." Luo Chuan was open-minded about it. "Didn't Anno say she would tell us about her own affairs? We can just wait."
"That's true." Yao Ziyan responded quietly. It had to be said that Luo Chuan's way of looking at things was often worth learning from.
"...You say the deceased was murdered, but specifically how? Inspector Lestrade clearly did not believe Sherlock Holmes's deduction, his face full of suspicion."
"Poisoning." Mr. Holmes quickly gave his answer and strode toward the door. He stopped again at the doorway, turned back to look at Inspector Lestrade, and added, "In the deceased's native language, Ruili means revenge. You need not waste your efforts on Miss Ruili."
"The two detectives watched Sherlock leave the room."
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