James Holmes's Letter

Luther pondered how to write in a way that would better communicate with Mr. Sherlock.

On one hand, if the recipient is indeed a time traveler, the letter must immediately attract their attention upon reading it, while also revealing from the letter that it's a test from a fellow villager of the time traveler; on the other hand, if the recipient isn't a time traveler, the letter must remain discreet and inconspicuous to the average person...

After careful consideration, he decided to start with the name.

The Detective's name is Sherlock Moriarty, so I'll use the rest of his first and last name to write "James Sherlock Holmes" as the sender of the letter. That way, the recipient will definitely sense something is wrong at a glance.

He then considered the matter carefully for a long time before finally managing to write a letter with great difficulty.

"Are you done, brother?"

The black-haired girl beside her cut the fresh fish, arranged it on a plate, and served it.

"Alright."

Luther immediately closed the letter. For some reason, he felt a little guilty and didn't want Cecilia to see its contents. He folded the letter, stuffed it into the envelope, wrote "James Sherlock Holmes" on it, and then put it in his pocket.

A large platter of fresh fish was placed in front of him. Luther lowered his head and leaned closer, bringing his face close to the fish. The fish quickly dissolved, as if turning into liquid, flowing onto Luther's face and merging with him, becoming a part of his body.

A large plate of fish was devoured by Luther in a very short time.

"Alright, let's go."

Feeling the fullness of his flesh Flesh, Luther nodded in satisfaction and spoke to his sister. The two stood up from the sofa, left the Apartment, and locked the door. After mailing the letter into a nearby mailbox, they hired a carriage and headed towards the former headquarters of the Lyman Gang.

"By the way, Cecilia, how's your Assassin's Potion digesting?"

Luther asked.

"It's not fully digested yet."

The other party said.

"Hurry up and digest this. I'll see if I can get you the Sequence 8 'Instigator' Potion."

"Yes, brother, there's no need to rush what I'm saying."

She didn't seem to care much. "Let's focus on treating your mental health first."

The two chatted casually in the carriage, and soon they arrived.

"Sir... are you getting off here?"

After arriving at their destination, the driver asked hesitantly.

"That's right."

Luther nodded.

The coachman's expression turned helpless, and he didn't ask anything more until Luther handed him a 1- soli note.

"What is this...?"

"Fare."

Luther said briefly that he and his sister got off the bus. Perhaps the driver had been traumatized by gangsters who hadn't paid their fares, which explained his expression.

After walking a few steps, I looked up and saw that the Lyman Gang headquarters had been cleaned up and was no longer as chaotic as it had been that night. I stepped inside...

You could see groups of thugs drinking or boasting loudly. When Luther came in, these guys immediately put on menacing expressions.

"Where did this little one come from?"

"Bang!"

"Mr. Anderson!"

Before the rogue who had started the fight could finish speaking, he was punched to the ground by the burly man next to him. The man wore an expression of awe and gratitude.

He looked at Luther and said respectfully.

Oh, this guy, he was the one who came to my house that night; I think I saved his brother.

Luther vaguely remembered the other person and nodded. "Where's Ciel?"

"Elder Brother... the boss is in his office."

The other party replied.

Office?

Luther thought to himself, "There seems to be only one office here."

Under the watchful eyes of a crowd of thugs, the two walked straight into the gang leader's office.

"Which one is being inconsiderate... Mr. Anderson!"

Inside the office, Ciel was displeased to hear someone enter without knocking. But when he looked up and saw the person's face clearly...

His attitude immediately changed; he walked around from behind the table and personally welcomed Luther in.

"Not bad, Mr. Ciel, you've even risen to the rank of gang leader."

"No, no, it's all because my brothers think highly of me and recommended me for this position... Would you like something to drink?"

Ciel had a smug look on his face.

After the Aurora Order announced that they were the ones who attacked the ambassador, MI9 and Intis lost interest in the Lyman Gang, and Ciel secretly returned to his territory with his henchmen.

Because of the previous battles, most of his underlings survived thanks to Luther's help; and because other gangs, especially the Zimang Party, suffered heavy losses and were forced to shrink, he unexpectedly became the largest force, becoming the new leader of the Lyman Gang and seizing a large amount of territory in one fell swoop.

However, although Ciel was enjoying temporary glory, he had not forgotten the divine power he had witnessed on Luther that night, and his attitude towards Luther became even more respectful.

"No need to trouble yourself. I came today because I need your help with something."

Luther said briefly, "Keep an eye out for missing persons on the streets."

He wanted to use the Lyman Gang to investigate human trafficking cases. These guys were local bullies and should know a lot about the situation at the bottom. After all, the outcome of this case involved a powerful Beyonder Item was very suitable for him, so he was still interested.

"Of course, no problem."

Ciel patted his chest in assurance, and after a moment, he said with a respectful smile, "Mr. Anderson, may we be able to come to you for treatment again in the future?"

While claiming to be providing treatment, he likely also intends to leverage Luther's power to expand his own influence... Don't underestimate the Greed of these thugs; they only show friendliness to the strong, while towards the weak, they'll resort to fraud, intimidation, and murder—nothing is off-limits—just like they did with the landlord.

They only want to extract profits from them.

"Prices will go up later."

Luther Zedao sneered inwardly.

If you want to use me, try to survive first.

The investigation into the missing persons would attract the attention of those behind the scenes, and the entire Lyman Gang could be in trouble, but since he also wanted to use his power.

After exchanging a few perfunctory words with Ciel, Luther left.

The next morning, at 15 Minsk Street, Cherwood Borough.

Detective Sherlock who gets up early, also known as Klein Moretti, cracks an egg with one hand and skillfully pours the egg mixture into a frying pan.

"Sizzle-"

The aroma is wonderful.

While it was heating up, he looked through the things he had taken from the mailbox.

Besides his regular newspaper subscriptions, he also received several letters. As he gradually made a name for himself in Backlund, some clients began to contact him in advance by writing to him.

Klein multitasked, flipping the fried eggs while checking the letters.

Suddenly, his hand trembled violently.

"Smack!"

The fried egg slid off the edge of the pan and fell directly onto the ground.

However, Klein, who always cherished food, ignored the fried eggs and instead threw down the frying pan, picked up the letter with both hands, and looked at the envelope over and over again as if he were possessed.

The envelope clearly displayed the sender's name and address.

James Sherlock Holmes.

221B Baker Street.