Chapter 737: Chapter 539: Invitation_2 Chapter 737: Chapter 539: Invitation_2 “Um………”
Hearing this, Mary furrowed her brows.
“I rember…at the end of the novel, Mr. Hols and his assistant, Watson, caught the criminal, right? In reality, the Baskerville family was not cursed, and the so-called hellhound was only a slightly larger hound. The whole incident was a case fabricated by the criminal who coveted the Baskerville family’s property using the rumored curse, wasn’t it?”
“The novel is the say so, but reality seems to be even stranger than the novel……”
Duanmu Huai opened the letter and carefully read it through.
“Looks like I have work to do; want to join ?”
“Uh …… this…”
To say that Mary wasn’t tempted would be a lie. She was a loyal reader of the book. Being invited by the legendary Baskerville family alone was enough to make her quite excited, not to ntion that the matter seed to have an undefined connection to the hellhound legend.
However, in the end, her longing for her friend overca her inner excitent.
“I’m sorry……”
“Well, that’s understandable.”
Duanmu Huai shook his head.
As expected, Old Avenue has its charms and it’s quite romantic. After all, this was a case once handled by Sherlock Hols…though it seems he might have ssed it up this ti?
Of course, maybe not?
No matter what, he was still a D Level Personnel. The Antarctica issue made quite a misfire, but there wasn’t enough evidence left for the Foundation to grant him an upgrade. As it stands, this case seed more suitable for him. Maybe after solving this trouble, he could be promoted to C Level?
Then he would only be a step away from reaching the anchorage of reality stability.
As Duanmu Huai prepared to investigate the matter of the Baskerville hellhound, Mary had already boarded the train with her friend, setting on the journey to visit Shirley in the recuperation area.
“Clack…… Clack…… Clack……”
Sitting on the train and listening to the rhythmic sounds of the tracks, Mary sighed quietly. Truth be told, as a student of history, Mary had her own dreams. She thought of becoming an archaeological worker like her mother, digging up relics, but she also had so new ideas. In fact, when Duanmu Huai invited Mary to join the Tribunal, a thought crossed her mind.
Could it be…she and Mr. Duanmu, would be like Watson and Hols?
In Fog City, Sherlock Hols’ birthplace, his legends and stories are widespread. Aside from Hols, Watson’s presence is also quite popular——Actually, many people would prefer to be Watson, as he seed a safer choice.
To follow Hols, record the cases they experienced together, compile them into books and publish them, was the romantic dream of many young people.
But……
Sherlock Hols, huh……
Thinking of this, Mary showed a bitter smile. After spending so much ti with Duanmu Huai, she realized that while he introduced himself as a detective, he was completely different from the seemingly omniscient famous detective. Indeed, he knew many things that others did not, but compared to Hols, how to put it…Mr. Duanmu does not seem to care much about knowledge. Most of the tis, he preferred to confront his opposition directly and then completely overwhelm them with force.
This was completely different from Hols……
If she were Watson, how would she describe his story?
She surely couldn’t write about him smashing people’s heads with his cane, could she……
But that seems kind of interesting?
“Ugh………”
However, Mary, who was imrsed in her thoughts, did not notice that right by her side, her petite friend, Asherica, was puffing up her cheeks, looking at her dissatisfiedly.
Mary’s expression…is it about a man?!
Seeing her friend’s beaming face with a blush as she gazed out of the window, Asherica felt a little agitated. Although she was the youngest among the three, compared to Shirley and Mary, Asherica had already gotten engaged to a trader from the New Continent and was currently in the midst of a passionate romance. In this regard, although she was the youngest, her experience in love far exceeded that of Mary and Shirley.
But……
It’s so annoying…!
Looking at Mary’s profile, Asherica tightly clenched her fists.
How dare they lay a finger on Mary, who’s so precious to A’Xie…Unforgivable!
Asherica knew that her suspicions were not unfounded. After all, when she t a holess child on the streets before, he had told her just that.
“Big sister Mary, she’s beco the lover of so big shot!”
To be honest, if possible, Asherica would not want to believe such nonsense, but that person was also Mary’s friend and he vowed to have seen Mary with a man late at night on the street. At that ti, Asherica was very worried. She constantly suspected whether there was a despicable man who took advantage of Mary when she was distraught due to Shirley’s unconscious state and made moves on her.
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