Chapter 737: Chapter 539: Invitation_2 Chapter 737: Chapter 539: Invitation_2 “Um………”
Hearing this, Mary furrowed her brows.
“I remember…at the end of the novel, Mr. Holmes 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 me?”
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 mention that the matter seemed to have an undefined connection to the hellhound legend.
However, in the end, her longing for her friend overcame her inner excitement.
“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 Holmes…though it seems he might have messed it up this time?
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 seemed 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 some 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 Holmes?
In Fog City, Sherlock Holmes’ birthplace, his legends and stories are widespread. Aside from Holmes, Watson’s presence is also quite popular—-Actually, many people would prefer to be Watson, as he seemed a safer choice.
To follow Holmes, record the cases they experienced together, compile them into books and publish them, was the romantic dream of many young people.
Sherlock Holmes, huh……
Thinking of this, Mary showed a bitter smile. After spending so much time 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 Holmes, how to put it…Mr. Duanmu does not seem to care much about knowledge. Most of the times, he preferred to confront his opposition directly and then completely overwhelm them with force.
This was completely different from Holmes……
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?
However, Mary, who was immersed 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.
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 met a homeless child on the streets before, he had told her just that.
“Big sister Mary, she’s become the lover of some 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 time, 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.