Hurrying Home-Taking the Day Off / This Is Common Sense, My Friend ...

Thank goodness we weren't in bed, otherwise...

Kevin covered his ears in annoyance, trying to calm himself down. A cold current surged through his body, and the heat in his lower abdomen gradually subsided.

Come on, use your brain, don't focus all your attention on driving piles.

The woman who shared a bed with Koko was named... Eclair Fallon? According to previous documents, she seemed to be the head of the Schrodinger Company's Imperial Army, nicknamed "Thunder"!

The Schrodinger Company's sending of representatives to cause trouble this time was not simply out of interest in the Holy Grail.

One of their important ancient ruins, used to obtain Honkai energy Crystals, is located in the Middle East, the origin of Mako Energy.

If the Roman Papal Legion wants to extend its reach here, it will obviously infringe on the interests of the Schrodinger Company, cutting off their source of income, which is like killing their parents.

Disrupting the alliance between the Roman Papal Legion and the Puritans was naturally the Schrodinger Company's top priority.

Now look what's happened: Jill Hera, the young lady of [Wild Serpent]; the murderous aura in the park; the emotionless little girl on the street; and now, Eclair Fallon, the head of the Schrodinger Company's Imperial Army, in bed...

Seven, four of them have already appeared.

Koko, you're actually the fulcrum that destabilized the Roman Papal Legion's plans, that's amazing!

So, who are the remaining three?

Meanwhile, under the cover of darkness, an unmanned helicopter evaded radar detection along its route and hovered above the Saint Fath Town.

A ghostly blue flame flickered in his right eye. A figure in a black hoodie, holding a giant cannon in one hand, spread his arms and leaped down from mid-air.

This new skin looks great...

The girl, having landed perfectly after bending her knees to absorb the force, smiled slightly.

The next morning, a vintage convertible drove into the Saint Fath Town and parked by the roadside. A young man, smoking an antique pipe, wearing a black trench coat and a deerstalker hat, opened the car door and entered the restaurant.

"Good morning, Mr. Holmes. Unfortunately, no one has reported the incident to the police..."

The shop owner, a seasoned detective novel enthusiast, immediately recognized the customer's striking attire as that of a cosplay lover with unique taste, and jokingly inquired about it.

"No, sir, your bread and a serving of salted snails will be dismembered in about ten minutes. The perpetrator is a very picky and ruthless thug..."

The young man took off his pipe, smiled slightly, responded humorously, and then tossed out a business card.

The address is clearly printed on it: 221B Baker Street, Building B, and the design is exquisite.

The shop owner couldn't help but laugh heartily, accepting the business card as a keepsake, and instructing the chef to do his best to treat this fellow enthusiast.

While waiting for the food to be served, Mr. Sherlock Holmes noticed a tall woman with long, wine-red hair carrying a violin case on her back. The woman was taking sips of wine every now and then as she walked, her demeanor carefree and elegant, as if she were a wandering singer on a journey.

But when the man looked at her gait, the marks left by the straps, and the swinging of the violin case, his expression became slightly serious.

The steps were almost equidistant, and my eyes were scanning the street exits in the dark. Also, the violin case was very heavy...

Indeed, the waters of Saint Fath are far too deep.

The young man pressed his temples, feeling a slight headache.

P. S.: Thank you to the readers who recently gave me tips and sent me razor blades. I'm busy packing to go home, so it's inconvenient to thank everyone individually. I hope you understand.

All seven contestants have arrived.

Haha, I'll arrange employment services when I get back.

Let's cause trouble! Let's cause trouble!

Chapter 422: On the way home, I need to ask for a leave.

I'm rushing home and need to take a break. I'll probably post today's chapter tonight.

Please forgive me, I will find time to add more chapters later.

Wishing everyone success in their exams and that you never fail a subject.

Okay, now that I've reached 100 words, I'll reveal the follow-up plans.

Each of the seven participants will lead to a side story, ultimately helping the protagonist awaken their memories.

These seven have basically been confirmed.

In addition, two people from the Roman Papal Legion and two people from the Puritan Church were responsible for transportation. They were all very interesting people.

Chapter 403, Section 423: This is common sense, my friend.

A wind chime rang, and a cute-looking silver-haired boy, looking exhausted, slumped over the counter, his heavy dark circles under his eyes making one feel sorry for him.

"Boss, a sandwich, a latte, extra sugar..."

That round, chubby face made the boss laugh.

This brother and sister, who were visiting the Saint Fath Town, were quite amusing. The sister was impulsive and carefree, while the brother was a pushover. After seeing them a few times, the restaurant owner became somewhat acquainted with them.

Kevin turned his head and listlessly picked up the plate. He took a few steps and stopped in front of the "Sherlock Holmes" table. His nostrils flared and his eyes looked slightly strange.

"Detective, can we share a table?"

The young man tugged at his deerstalker hat and gestured with a very gentlemanly shrug.

After Kevin was satisfied, he sat opposite the young man, quietly eating his breakfast, occasionally glancing at this "Mr. Sherlock Holmes".

A strange sense of familiarity and overlap with his memories made him involuntarily raise the corners of his mouth, revealing a strange smile.

The young man opposite noticed the boy's scrutiny and became interested. He removed the deerstalker hat that the boy's gaze had lingered on the most, put his hands together, and smiled slightly.

"Little friend, since you're also a fan of detective novels, how about you state your conclusions based on your observations of me? I'll give you three chances..."

"If it even remotely resembles the hat just once, I'll give it to you..."

Detective games? I like them... Kevin got interested and casually tossed two filled gummies into his mouth to chew and relieve stress.

Hmm, my hands smell faintly of disinfectant. My clothes are fairly clean, but there are still one or two flakes of skin visible on the right side of the collar...

Therefore, the other person is not a germaphobe; those with this habit are often people working in the medical field.

The white-haired boy's gaze moved downwards, taking another look at his ten fingers resting on the knife and fork.

In addition, the knife was held very steadily, with the thumb pressing down and the index and middle fingers working together, like the posture of holding a pen to write.

During the cutting process, you can not only cut the muscle fibers of a medium-rare steak just right.

Moreover, the plate in front of him did not move at all throughout the entire process, and there was no noise of it rubbing against the knife and fork.

... surgical scalpel... penmanship...

Doctor! Surgeon!

Next, make bold assumptions and carefully verify them...

There are roughly five ways to hold a scalpel: bow-like grip, pen-like grip, hand grip, reverse-pick grip, and finger pressure grip.

The fact that the person is accustomed to holding a scalpel in a pen-like manner, and that this habit has even extended to their dining habits, suggests that they primarily use this pen-like grip when handling a scalpel.

The pen-holding style, where the movement and strength are mainly in the fingers, is used for short incisions and delicate surgeries, such as dissecting blood vessels and nerves and cutting the peritoneum.

Could it be... a neurosurgeon?

"Have you thought it through, little one?"

The "Sherlock Holmes" across from them asked in a gentle voice, somewhat curious about the child's behavior.

Good morning, Doctor...

"I can smell disinfectant on you, just like the nurses who gave me injections before..."

Kevin raised his little head, blinked his innocent eyes, and responded with a smile.

The young man paused for a moment, then smiled and handed the deerstalker hat to the boy. His initially bad mood, which had been caused by being sent to Saint Fath to wade into troubled waters, immediately improved.

Kevin contentedly placed the deerstalker hat on his head, a slight smile playing on his lips.

As for why the final answer of "neurosurgeon" wasn't revealed, there's an element of speculation involved, and secondly, kids are cuter when they're a little silly, so that people can be fooled.

The young man opposite me extended his right hand in a friendly manner and introduced himself.

"Stephen Strange, Mr. Holmes, it's a pleasure to meet you..."

Kevin grinned, his little face serious, stood up, raised his hand, and began the meeting ceremony with Mr. Stephen, who was cosplaying as Sherlock Holmes.

Stephen Strange, a medical doctor and expert in neurosurgery, was involved in a car accident several years ago while driving in a valley after undergoing surgery. He received a phone call and was left with paralyzed hands.

This was a fatal blow to a surgeon, so he exhausted everything, from medicine to the mysticism, and finally, driven by fate, became a sorcerer in the Himalayas.

After the death of his teacher, the Ancient One, the Sorcerer Supreme, he successfully resolved the threat posed to Earth by the Dark Dimension creature Dormammu through friendly negotiation.

Therefore, Stephen Strange succeeded the Ancient One as the new Sorcerer Supreme of Earth.

After receiving a set of keys to 221B Baker Street from the Mage Hamill, Dr. Stephen, who had spent all his savings on medical treatment, settled in London, England.

Stephen Strange once believed that his legendary experiences were nothing more than coincidences.

It wasn't until he joined the Avengers and uncovered the details of Hydra's Project Insight that he gradually learned there was more to his car accident than met the eye.

At that time, Captain America Steve returned from Russia, not only reuniting with his friend Bucky, the Winter Soldier, but also inviting him to join the Avengers to fight against the alien invasion.

To everyone's surprise, Bucky, the Winter Soldier, was actually the one who killed Iron Man's parents.

Ultimately, the Avengers split up, and Captain America and Iron Man engaged in a life-or-death battle, drawing in many registered Super Hero.

James Rhodes, Iron Man's friend known as "War Machine," was accidentally injured in the fall, fracturing his spine.

The dying of the War Machine finally brought the fighting Super Hero to a calm.

Winter Soldier Bucky, having regained his memory, voluntarily surrendered to the then- Supreme Court of the United States and confessed to murdering Howard Stark and his wife.

Due to its widespread impact, this event was dubbed the "Civil War," and rumors of a split within the Avengers spread like wildfire.

Suddenly, Hydra began to stir.

Later, things took a dramatic turn when the Supreme Court of the United States held a public hearing on the case, and Bucky confessed to the murder.

After several days of arguments by both sides' lawyers, the Supreme Court rendered the following ruling.

"If Bucky, the Winter Soldier, was imprisoned and brainwashed, and caused harmful consequences while unable to recognize or control his own behavior, and this was determined through legal procedures, he should not bear criminal responsibility..."

Unable to bear the pangs of conscience, Bucky refused a not-guilty verdict in court and chose to voluntarily enter prison to serve his sentence.

After a referendum by nine judges with lifetime appointments, Bucky was found not guilty in legal proceedings, but morally justifiable to serve his sentence for the tarnished justice he had received.

This trial was also recorded in the history of American case law, becoming a reference for subsequent cases involving Super Hero crimes.

To this day, Bucky remains imprisoned. Captain America and Iron Man, who were once bitter enemies, finally reconciled thanks to the sacrifice of this admirable warrior, thus preventing the Avengers from splitting up.

Hydra, which had tried to take advantage of the situation, was once again crippled, and the issue of treating the wounded was naturally addressed simultaneously.

Stephen Strange remembers the phone call he received before the car accident, informing him that he was to perform spinal reconstruction surgery on a Black U. S. Army colonel.

That patient was War Machine, who was injured in the Civil War.

There are not many people in the medical field who can accomplish this task, and he was one of them, and also the one who was easiest to contact, but this also led to his death.

Later investigation revealed that the truck that crashed into them had no skid marks whatsoever, and the final conclusion was that it was an assassination attempt by the Hydra organization.

The process of unraveling the Doctor Strange's interest in detective work and similar things.

My trip to Saint Fath on this mission was a spur-of-the-moment decision, and I ended up wearing the classic Sherlock Holmes costume.

Just as Doctor Strange was deep in thought, the wind chimes rang again, and the red-haired woman carrying the violin case entered the restaurant.

(Personally, I prefer the Benedict Cumberbatch version of Sherlock, and Cumberbatch also starred in the Marvel movie Doctor Strange, so for fun, the author added some detective interaction elements...)

(I'm not a professional suspense novelist, so I don't know how this attempt turned out. If you think it's good, please leave a comment and give it a like.)

Chapter 404, Section 424: The Only Thunder

"Fine wine! Aged for over fifty years!"