Chapter 303

With the Honkai erupting, Boss Kevin and Sister Elysia are holding the line. Why would someone like her just cause trouble by getting in?

[In the scene, the streets of London are not yet dark. The white streets are deserted, with ghostly sounds occasionally heard, adding to the mystery of this city shrouded in white fog.]

The sound of horses' hooves and the footsteps of passersby walked past Holmes and his assistant.

Whenever this happened, the famous detective Holmes would always notice that his assistant would quietly move aside to block her from the passersby.

It seemed like an instinctive action, or perhaps just a visual illusion; she had always been there, without ever moving.

But as a detective, Holmes had absolute faith in his own judgment.

"Is this a habit developed on the battlefield?"

What do you mean?

Fu Hua turned around and asked.

Holmes took off his pipe. "Your stride, the stride length is always the same, three and a half feet, methodical. This shows you have received rigorous military training. Your heel lands very carefully, without making a sound."

"I suspect you developed these habits while carrying out covert operations."

You're mistaken, Holmes.

Fu Hua shook her head and continued walking.

"Haha, that's how reasoning works. Sometimes it leads to the truth, and sometimes it's just a joke."

Holmes stared intently at the ground.

"So, where did I go wrong?"

"You're good at observing, but not at discerning lies," Fu Hua said.

Holmes nodded. "Indeed, reasoning is based on truth, and lies are its most evil enemy. That's why you and I are the best Watson."

Fu Hua stopped and sighed coldly, "I didn't do anything, Holmes."

"As your assistant, I simply accompany you from here to there, listen to your reasoning, and help you catch prisoners who are trying to escape or resist."

"Ha. Watson, I have a secret to tell you. Do you want to hear it?"

Holmes took a puff of his pipe and exhaled a long breath.

"Please speak."

I cheated.

"Cheating?"

I was referring to the case.

Holmes flicked his pipe and said casually.

"I've been cheating lately, which is torture for a crime-solving fanatic like me, but what can I do?"

"Like you said, I'm not very good at observing, but my mind is too sharp, making it hard for me to ignore obvious facts."

"I'm afraid you need to explain more clearly."

Fu Hua looked at him with a puzzled expression.

"I knew who the murderer was from the very beginning."

Holmes stopped and looked at his newfound Eastern friend.

"You always manage to deduce the real culprit," Fu Hua nodded.

"No, I knew before I even started reasoning, even when I had absolutely no clue who the murderer was."

Holmes toyed with his pipe and said casually, "This isn't fun. To be honest, it's quite disheartening. If you know the answer beforehand, solving the mystery loses its enjoyment and can even be a bit torturous."

"But what torments me most is the unsolved mystery!"

Holmes stared into Fu Hua's eyes. "Tell me, Watson, why are you always able to spot the real killer?"

After a moment of silence, Fu Hua lowered her head and continued walking forward.

"You already know."

Holmes nodded in agreement. "About two cases passed. At first, I thought it was a coincidence, but every time you looked at the murderer, your breathing would quicken involuntarily, and your eyes would look different."

"But every case was the same, which made me suspicious."

"Later on, I even tried treating it like a competition to see if my reasoning always matched your brilliance."

And repeated events have proven that Holmes lost.

He lost to her assistant, who could discern the truth with just a glance.

"The result was quite disheartening. I have to admit, this clever Easterner has some amazing methods; he can tell whether someone is innocent or not just by looking at them."

"I'm sorry, Holmes."

Fu Hua said, her head bowed.

"I can't help it; I worry that if we make a mistake, the real culprit will get away with it."

When out and about, Fu Hua was unwilling to use her Fenghuang Down on unrelated people, but her sense of responsibility to catch the real culprit outweighed her desire to respect other people's secrets.

Chapter 494 The Great Detective Pardofelis

"Hey." Holmes exhaled a puff of white smoke.

"Don't blame yourself too much, my friend. Half of it is also my fault for this damned keen observation."

I promise I won't do it again.

"That's not necessary."

Holmes put down his pipe and looked up at the fog-shrouded city above.

"Truth always trumps personal pleasure; otherwise, how am I any different from a villain?!"

Holmes then changed the subject. "But could you perhaps use your inspiration a little later? I mean, only point it out if my reasoning is wrong."

"Your reasoning has never been wrong."

Nothing is absolute; everyone makes one or two mistakes.

Holmes shrugged.

Fu Hua frowned and said, "But that would damage your reputation."

"Oh! Watson!"

"Holmes shouted."

"My reputation, that's the least important thing, I don't care about it at all, really."

"Oh well."

"I knew I could trust you, Watson. You and I will be the nightmare of London's criminal underworld; no mystery will escape our notice."

Detective Holmes and his assistant Watson walked down the streets of London, the thick fog gradually obscuring their figures, their footprints imprinted on the ground.

The video ends here.

Cang Xuan: "Not bad, Chi Yuan. You're much more cheerful now than you were on Mount Tai Xu."

Not only does she help Detective Holmes cases, but she also knows how to dress herself up. At this time, Fu Hua looks more human than the Immortal Crimson Bird.

On Mount Tai Xu, Fu Hua wore nothing but a Daoist robe.

Even Danzhu and Cang Xuan couldn't use her as a dressing doll.

Fu Hua: "Really?"

Danzhu: "Yes! Chi Yuan, you were such a Blockhead back then, all Spring No Old did was meditate and never showed any interest in the world."

The Herrscher of Reason: "Hmm, I'll testify to this!"

If the Immortal Crimson Bird had shown more of a down-to-earth attitude back then, or planted fewer Spring No Old, those Herrscher of Reason wouldn't have had such strong opinions about Spring No Old.

It tastes the same for five thousand years; I have no idea how the Old Timer survived back then.

The Fusion Warrior's Hypervariable Factor shouldn't have robbed her of her sense of taste!

Pardofelis: "Am I the only one who thinks Hua looks really cool in this outfit? No, I mean, as a detective, Hua looks really cool."

Elysia: "Pardofelis, what are you trying to do?"

Pardofelis stared intently at Watson and Holmes with her large, bright eyes, like a fervent fan.

Elysia was a little puzzled; she had no idea that Pardofelis was also interested in detectives.

Pardofelis: "Sister Elysia, I'm not lying to you, I really think Hua is very cool when he solves cases."

Elysia: "Of course! The dashing Hua is handsome."

Pardofelis: "So Sister Elysia, do you think it would be suitable for me to become a detective?"

Elysia: "Huh?"

What's going on? Wasn't Pardofelis aspiring to be a businesswoman and make money? Why is she suddenly interested in being a detective?

But with her sparkling eyes practically screaming "I want to try," Elysia really couldn't bring herself to say anything discouraging.

Pardofelis: "I've thought it all through. Whether it's finding clues in the shadows or following trails, as long as I put in the effort, I'll definitely be the next Holmes!"

Fu Hua: "Pardo has that potential."

That's right. Pardofelis's Memory Body was so powerful that it found the trail of Vill-V killing Kevin and died once.

When it comes to finding things, Pardo is a professional.

Pardofelis: "Is that okay? Is that okay? As long as the position is confirmed, I can switch to the identity of a famous detective anytime and be active in the Fire Moth. That way, I can help you Sister Elysia."

Elysia: "Sure, sure."

However, Elysia always felt that Pardofelis's ambitions lay elsewhere.

Detective work is often fraught with danger, and there's always the risk of narrowly missing the murderer. Normally, Pardofelis would run far away in such a situation.

It's so unusual that he's being so proactive today.

Vill-V: "Little Pardo, you're not thinking that after you become a detective, you can use the guise of solving cases to buy goods from all over the place, are you?"

Pardofelis: "Cough... cough cough cough!"

Pardofelis coughed violently, as if he had just drunk a large gulp of water and hadn't had time to catch his breath.

Kiana: "Fine, I knew you had ulterior motives Pardo!"

Pardofelis: "That, the famous detective thing, how can you call it 'stocking up'? It's about gathering necessary evidence before finding clues and catching the real culprit!"

Fu Hua: "Gathering evidence is indeed a necessary step in solving a case."

Pardofelis: "Look, even Hua says so."

Fu Hua: "But Pardo, are you really sure about this?"

Pardofelis: "What do you mean?"

Fu Hua: "Being a detective is no easy job. Sometimes you have to work overtime until the early hours of the morning, and sometimes you have to stay up for several days in a row to find clues in order to solve a case. These are all commonplace."

As Sherlock Holmes's assistant, Fu Hua is very qualified to speak on this matter.

Even a famous detective like Holmes, without Fenghuang Down's ability to spy on others' consciousness, would need a long period of thought to catch the real culprit.

It was commonplace for me to stay up late by oil lamp, sorting through clues and racking my brains for dozens of hours.

Pardofelis: "Seriously? This is tiring? Then I'm not going to be a famous detective anymore."

She's still thinking of taking advantage of the situation, eating and sleeping all day, and then basking in the sun again when she wakes up.

A job? Impossible.

Even if there's a salary, it won't work. Staying up for days and nights without sleep is just making yourself uncomfortable, isn't it?

Elysia: "Oh dear! Pardofelis, you should have said so sooner."

Pardofelis: "?!!"

Elysia: "Just now, I wrote your application for the job of a famous detective and even got it approved."

Pardo