When Ning Rongrong came out again, she had changed into a Sherlock Holmes outfit.
She wore a deerstalker hat and a long, dark gray cloak with a shoulder cape, her arms extending out from beneath it.
She even held a wooden pipe.
"Brother Lin Xiao, what do you think? Don't I look good?"
Ning Rongrong gave a light twirl.
Lin Xiao nodded.
"Yes, pretty good. So, little detective, have you found any leads?"
Ning Rongrong planted one hand on her hip and raised the wooden pipe to her mouth with the other, resting it against her chin with a slight frown.
She shook her head with an air of affected gravity, the shoulder cape swaying gently with her body.
"Hmm... we don't have enough clues yet! But outer disciples simply don't have the access needed for something like this.
Let's question the inner disciples first and see what we find."
And so Detective Ning Rongrong, her assistant Lin Xiao, and a goose set off down the road toward the truth.
Along the way, she held her magnifying glass over grass clippings, stones, and footprints on the ground, carefully inspecting them bit by bit.
Lin Xiao had no idea what this baffling routine was supposed to accomplish, but he didn't throw cold water on her enthusiasm.
If the kid wanted to play, he might as well let her.
Just then, Dugu Yan and Ye Lingling, who had just finished exchanging for pills, happened to walk past them side by side.
Ning Rongrong's eyes lit up, and she hurried forward to stop them.
"Wait! There's been a pill theft that threatens the sect, and I need you two to cooperate with the investigation."
Dugu Yan looked at Ning Rongrong's outfit, utterly bewildered.
What nonsense was this young lady up to now?
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