The Detective's Discovery

"Tell me, have you found anything?"

Holding a gun, Lin Yu sat in a chair and looked at Sherlock, who had circled the room three times, and asked.

The "Detective" turned to look at Lin Yu, his expression serious.

"Indeed, something has been discovered."

"This room... is warmer than I expected!"

As Sherlock spoke, Lin Yu sighed.

"Dear Mr. Sherlock, my time is precious, and so are my bullets."

"Activate your 'Detective' abilities immediately, or I might have to take action."

As Lin Yu spoke, Sherlock dared not slack off any longer and quickly spoke up.

"Okay, actually I've found the most strange thing about this house!"

Sherlock said, pointing to the "workbench".

"That table has a hidden mechanism."

Lin Yu frowned slightly. "A mechanism? How come I didn't notice it?"

You should know that table was a key area that Lin Yu was investigating.

He knocked all over the place, but couldn't find anything wrong.

After all, it was while Lin Yu was inspecting this table that he encountered "Chate"—so he had reason to suspect that "Chate" didn't want him to continue investigating the table.

However, repeated investigations afterward revealed nothing amiss.

This led Lin Yu to believe that it might just be a coincidence.

But Sherlock shook his head.

"It's normal that you didn't notice it, because this mechanism is hidden so well..."

Then, Sherlock looked at Lin Yu.

What do you think is the most important thing for someone to become a "Detective"?

Lin Yu pondered for a moment before asking, "Is it a talent for reasoning and observation? The ability to find Spider Silk and Unraveling the Clues deduce the meaning behind them?"

"No," Sherlock shook his head, "The most important thing for Detective ... is 'knowledge'."

Sherlock pointed to his head. "You don't need to have in-depth knowledge in any particular area, but you do need to know a little about everything."

"The night's stars, the scent of herbs, the hardness of rocks, the styles of martial arts... In short, every great Detective is inevitably a polymath."

"In this way, when you want to know the 'Truth,' those seemingly insignificant environments that appear like a fog to ordinary people will become friends who will answer your questions."

"Therefore, I don't need to activate my 'Detective' abilities right now."

Sherlock walked to the table and gently pushed the workbench. "The material of this workbench is wrong. The grain is straight, the texture is brittle, and it stains easily. It's 'balsa wood'."

"This kind of wood is usually used to make small boxes or planks; very few people would use it to make tables."

"And even if you were to use it to hit a table, it shouldn't be this 'heavy'—the weight it just pushed up is almost the same as the weight I used to hit with elm wood from my hometown."

"Therefore, this thing is not made entirely of wood."

"I suspect it's like this house—a structure made of wood planks covered with metal."

As Sherlock spoke, he looked at Lin Yu and confidently scratched his butt.

"My advice is, if you're looking for something 'wrong' about this house, you can just chop it up, or... burn it down."

Lin Yu breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing Sherlock words.

He picked up the black Torch, and without saying a word, lit Torch.

The pale flames scorched the wooden board, leaving a black spot, and then... it quickly set the board ablaze.

Sherlock, seeing Lin Yu's decisiveness, became somewhat curious.

"You trust me that much?"

He said, quite surprised.

Meanwhile, the rising flames quickly covered the entire table, burning silently.

"What you say makes sense, why wouldn't I believe you?"

Lin Yu looked at the table that had been set ablaze and spoke calmly.

Sherlock shook his head. "Under normal circumstances, it's very difficult to convince them unless I mention that I've activated my ability."

He sighed, "Whether it's a 'Death game' or reality, everyone's stubborn; nothing you say can dissuade them..."

Lin Yu looked at Sherlock and couldn't help but complain, "I think you should look for the reasons within yourself."

Sherlock's analysis was indeed reasonable and well-founded, but this person, from his appearance to his accent to his demeanor, just gave off an unconvincing feeling!

He seems really unreliable.

What kind of Detective speaks with a Yu Province accent and wears an earmuff?

If Lin Yu hadn't been so interested in observing humans that he could minimize the influence of appearance and temperament on his thinking, he too would have suspected Sherlock.

Soon, the entire table was burned to ashes.

Just as the fire was about to spread further, Lin Yu grabbed a bucket he found under the stove and poured a bucket of snow water on it.

"Laugh!"

The flames died down, and smoke and steam billowed up.

Sherlock looked at the metal box revealed by the extinguished flames and the burnt wood, and a satisfied smile appeared on his face.

"Ha--I knew there was something in here."

As he spoke, he stepped forward, preparing to brush off the dust and charred wood residue from the metal box.

But as soon as he reached out and touched the surface of the box, Sherlock let out a piercing scream.

"Emma, it's hot!"

He screamed and rushed outside, putting his hands into the Snowfield to cool them down.

Lin Yu walked over helplessly, looked at Sherlock, and sighed.

"You erudite polymath, the great Detective who knows everything from astronomy to geography, do you know that even the embers of a recently extinguished flame are still very hot?"

Sherlock was in so much pain that tears streamed down his face. He looked up at Lin Yu and said, "I was just too excited..."

Lin Yu shook his head helplessly again. "I really don't know how you survived sixteen Instance..."

Lin Yu filled another bucket with snow and then poured most of it onto the metal box.

After the snow melted again, the temperature on the surface of the metal box also dropped.

Lin Yu calmly used a book to brush off the dust, then wiped his hands with snow.

The metal box was fully revealed, and it was about the height of a six or seven-year-old child.

It's square and rectangular, with a locked door at the top.

The locker door is an old-fashioned mechanical combination lock with a rotary knob.

To open it, you need to enter a four-digit password.

Lin Yu squatted down in front of the box and began to think.

"The password..."

As Lin Yu spoke, Sherlock also came over.

His Right Hand was red and swollen, and his palm and four fingers were burned white.

It should start bubbling soon.

Sherlock looked at Lin Yu and said, "Brother May, could you use your 'Doctor' abilities to heal me?"

"My hand hurts so much, it hurts terribly!"

Lin Yu laughed.

"Of course not, I won't pay for your stupidity."

"Besides, this isn't a fatal wound."

Sherlock's gaze fell on the combination lock box in front of him.

"How about this, I'll help you crack the code, and you treat my hand injury in return?"

Lin Yu looked at Sherlock, somewhat puzzled.

When did you start to have the illusion that you could negotiate with me?

"If you help me crack the code, I promise I won't chop off your hand. That's more like it."