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16. Sherlock
🕑 Added 2025-09-17 06:56:47 +0000 UTC"The two of them walked out. The weather was a bit gloomy today. Elizabeth also wore a black suit and a round hat, making them look like colleagues.
After closing the gate to the courtyard, Klein wasn't afraid of anyone stealing his things. He was a top thief.
Elizabeth bent her arm and reached through knowingly. The two of them walked hand in hand towards their work area. A gray-haired grandmother was standing behind the guardrail on the other side. Seeing Klein, she held onto the railing and stopped him.
"Klein, did you hear any howling last night? It sounded like a wolf, and it seemed to be coming from your side."
"Mrs. Carter, I didn't hear that sound last night. I might have fallen asleep. I'm sorry."
"Young people still have more energy." Mrs. Carter asked and then went back to pruning her potted plants.
Elizabeth felt vaguely familiar, but couldn't place it. It seemed she had really fallen asleep.
They walked a distance and arrived at the Backlund Police Department building. Klein simply ignored the distance, leaving Elizabeth, who didn't understand, a little dazed.
"I used a little magic. Let's go in."
People streamed in and out of the police building's entrance, some escorting criminal suspects, others rushing out on dispatches. Klein greeted his colleagues.
The younger Elizabeth no longer had the inferiority complex she had yesterday. She nodded along with Klein. There were many mature people at a young age here.
"Fuck you, you want me to plead guilty."
The scene inside was a bit chaotic. Several policemen surrounded the somewhat agitated man in the middle, who was holding a sharp hollow iron rod against his neck.
"I just slept with that Sunat lady a few times and accepted some money from her. Why do you accuse me of murder?"
The man was strong and powerful, and the surrounding police officers were afraid that the criminal would commit suicide and the case would not be closed, so they did not dare to take any extreme actions.
"Calm down, let's talk it over."
"Calm down, you bastards."
The people around didn't care. Naturally, the colleagues from the police station were there to handle the situation. Everyone was still doing their own thing, creating a strange scene.
Klein threw a card and knocked the stick out of his hand. The surrounding police rushed over and restrained him.
"We can talk it out nicely if you have anything to say. There's no need to be like this. After all, the person died sleeping with you."
"Thank you, Vice Chief Klein."
The prisoner's mouth was gagged to prevent him from biting his tongue. After seeing the situation resolved, Klein exchanged a few words with them and left. They all knew that the deputy director was responsible for handling extraordinary events, so naturally, no one had any objections to his youthful appearance. However, many people were curious about Elizabeth, who was holding his arm.
As he walked up the stairs, he ran into another deputy chief, Jarek, who was rushing out. "Good morning, Klein. It's urgent this time. Next time, I'll ask who's with you."
"No hurry, she is my fiancée Elizabeth."
"Congratulations then."
They hurried down the stairs and left, taking a group of police officers with them.
"What happened?" Elizabeth was a little curious as to why they were so anxious.
"The unfortunate ambassador of a certain country has died. How can we not be anxious?"
"Is there going to be another war?"
"No, just a new ambassador."
Klein brought Elizabeth to his office, which was spacious and bright, with both a work area and a guest reception area.
Inside, there was a female police officer in uniform sorting documents.
After seeing Klein coming, he reported today's work and left, leaving Elizabeth and Klein here.
"This is your daily work." Elizabeth looked at the somewhat complicated work and wished it would always be like this.
Klein quickly finished the approval documents for today. This was just a small matter for him. If it wasn't for experiencing the life of an ordinary person with Elizabeth, wouldn't it be uncomfortable to just live in Yuanbao?
"Yeah, that's it, unless something important happens."
He went to the sofa and hugged Elizabeth, and they lay down on the soft sofa together.
"It's ready."
There was a knock on the door, and Elizabeth looked at Klein, who was very foresighted.
"Come in."
"Deputy Chief Klein, Chief Lind hopes you can persuade Detective Sherlock to continue serving our Backlund Police Department."
"I understand. Please let me know."
"Then I'll take my leave." The man left quickly.
"Let's go and persuade the great detective so that you can continue to read the series of Detective Sherlock Moriarty."
"OK."
Klein brought Elizabeth to 22 Baker Street. A cat jumped out, looked at Klein twice, and then ran back to the next door.
The roads here are relatively quiet, and the buildings are also in the form of separate courtyards. Although the two sides are relatively narrow, there is a small courtyard in front and back.
"Aren't we a detective agency?"
"Sherlock has something to do today, he's at home."
"I see."
Klein knocked on the door, and out walked the bearded young man he had met yesterday. He looked very similar to Klein, which made Elizabeth constantly stare at the two of them.
"Klein, are you here to persuade me too? Come in and sit down."
Sherlock invited the two to sit on the sofa inside.
"Of course, none of your readers and fans want you to leave."
"But I'll be busy later on."
"I know that you and your assistant, Ms. Sharon, are getting married." Elizabeth answered quickly.
Sherlock smiled helplessly and agreed with this statement.
"Why don't I see Miss Sharon?"
"She's feeling a little unwell and is resting today."
"It's better to rest for a while."
Klein and Elizabeth drank the tea offered and continued chatting about random things. Elizabeth already suspected that the two were half-brothers, if it weren't for their very different temperaments.
"There's probably a lot of entanglement behind that ambassador lately. You should stay out of it, lest some reckless person comes knocking on your door again."
"Unless these are officially protected, I will not participate."
"I'm going to the bathroom."
Klein stood up and walked into the hallway. After taking a look, Elizabeth took the opportunity to ask about her usual reading questions.
"Mr. Sherlock, how did you discover the misleading time in the case of the self-immolating painter? Can you tell with just a clock?"
"Of course not. It utilizes some extraordinary means. This is just artistic processing."
"In that park corruption case, did that corpse really come back to life?"
"Yes, it killed a passerby and we discovered it too late."
"May the goddess let him rest in peace."
"The deceased were Storm Followers."
