Detective Sherlock?

"Mr. Luther, you're awake?"

The nurse who had been attentively watching Luther noticed the change in his expression and realized he had returned to normal. She said happily, "Dr. Chris said you had no hope of recovery... but you seem to be doing quite well, don't you?"

I hope you recover quickly, but if there's still a minor lingering ailment, I'm willing to give up my job and take care of you full-time.

The young nurse, full of hope, removed the belt from Luther's body.

With her help, Luther removed his mask and sat up easily. He had already summoned the Tide, after all.

It might be better to take this opportunity to stay sober for a while longer.

"Mr. Luther, your sister is taking the doctor's advice. Is there anything you'd like me to do? Should I get you a glass of water, or prepare something to eat?"

The nurse asked eagerly.

"No."

Luther smiled politely, "Could you get me a few recent newspapers? I'd like to read the news."

His smile made the nurse opposite him momentarily stunned, then she blushed and nodded, "Okay, please wait here for a moment!"

At the end of the asylum corridor stands a newspaper corner, originally intended to keep the occasionally lucid patients informed about the latest news. But now, its main purpose is for the patients to tear up and play with.

Luther watched as the nurse took a few relatively well-preserved newspapers from among them, walked back, and handed them to him. He thanked her and then ignored her, lowering his head to read the newspapers, letting her scrutinize his profile.

The newspaper itself wasn't very interesting; he was just killing time while waiting for Cecilia to finish her conversation with the doctor and come out.

Well, national affairs, Royal Family scandals, theater stars' gossip...

He casually glanced through one of the papers, then picked up another newspaper called the Backlund Post.

"Eleventh murder case! The Sivellaus Yard is at a loss!"

The newspaper's headline read it prominently.

The headline in this newspaper is somewhat interesting, detailing the horrific murders that have recently occurred in Backlund. The Serial Killer specifically targets women in long skirts, and has committed over a dozen crimes, yet remains at large.

Murder, cannibalism—clearly Devil worship Ritual.

Luther quickly made a judgment, and at the same time, a thought struck him.

This seems like a good candidate for Grazing.

The "Devil" Pathway possesses many powerful abilities and is also a cold-blooded and ruthless serial killer; there's no qualms about Grazing him roam freely. The only thing to be careful about is that the official Beyonders are definitely also investigating, and you might encounter them.

Thinking about it another way, this might actually be an opportunity to let the Devil and the official Beyonder wear each other down, allowing me to reap the benefits... However, Backlund is the capital; will the Beyonders here be so easy to deal with?

A variety of thoughts swirled in his mind, and he decided to temporarily shelve the plan, actively observe the situation, and wait for the right opportunity.

After finishing the headline, Luther continued scrolling through the articles. The subsequent news became less interesting, and there were more and more "GG" (a derogatory term for men) articles, ranging from shops promoting their products to companies offering shares and transferring equity, and even seeking marriage and children... He gradually became impatient and started scrolling faster and faster.

Why isn't Cecilia out yet?

Thinking this, he flipped to pages seven or eight of the newspaper.

A somewhat familiar name suddenly caught my eye.

"Sherlock Moriarty, a private Detective skilled in all kinds of matters, charges reasonable fees, strictly adheres to confidentiality, and resides at 15 Minsk Street, Cherwood Borough."

Luther was stunned.

Sherlock Moriarty?

Private Detective?

As if he couldn't believe it, he carefully read the profile picture, over and over, to confirm that the name and profession were exactly as he thought.

What's going on?

The transmigrator predecessor, Emperor Roselle, also left behind many literary works in this world, having copied all the classic novels from Luther's world. However, he never copied Detective novels, perhaps because he had never read them in his previous life.

When it comes to the most famous Detective novels, it has to be the Sherlock Holmes series. It's so famous that the name itself has almost become synonymous with Detective.

The protagonist and the biggest villain of this story are named Sherlock Holmes and James Moriarty, respectively—which happens to be a combination of the first and last names of the Detective in Got Talent.

A mixed name, and the profession of Detective... is it really such a coincidence?

Could it be that this is a time traveler making a reference to Sherlock Holmes?

Thinking of this, Luther felt both excited and wary.

He was excited because he might encounter fellow time travelers, but wary because he felt he couldn't quite control the situation.

He was in a state of near madness, and his sister was only at Sequence 9. At this very moment, someone who seemed to be a transmigrator also appeared. The timing was too coincidental.

Perhaps it's a trap set for myself?

However, there's also a strong possibility that it's a fellow time traveler. Meeting them might reveal the secret of your time travel, and you might even be able to go back.

After a moment's thought, Luther resisted the very tempting idea.

Even if he really wanted to go find someone, he should wait until he felt better before making a decision. Otherwise, if it turned out to be a trap, he would be a fool walking into it. Anyway, the other party had already left an address, so when they came to his door, he wouldn't be able to escape.

"Mr. Luther?"

The nurse noticed the change in his expression and asked with concern.

"Oh, I'm fine. May I take a few newspapers with me?"

Luther snapped out of his daze and asked with a smile.

"Of course, these newspapers will only be torn to shreds by the patients if left here..."

The other party readily agreed.

"Thank you so much."

He stood up, folded the newspaper, and tucked it into the gap between the belts of his straitjacket. "I wanted to go see my sister, but I don't know what the doctor said to her, it's been a little long..."

He saw the nurse across from him smiling and saying something, but Luther heard nothing. A sharp shriek came, drowning out all the sounds around him.

Someone was watching him from behind.

"Brush!"

Luther instinctively turned around and saw Ms. M's figure.

She still had that hateful look, smiling gently yet damnably. The mad patients passed through her body, and she seemed to be nothing more than a phantom frozen in Luther's eyes.

What are you planning to do now?

Luther stared at her coldly. There were too many people in the corridor, so it wasn't convenient for him to kill her immediately.

Just then, Luther saw Ms. M smiling gently as she slowly raised her hand.

She pointed towards the end of the corridor.

"Aaaaaah!"

A terrified scream suddenly came from that direction.