WTR-LAB
Lord of the Mysteries : Detective Sherlock?
"Mr. Lu Ze, you're awake?"
The female nurse nearby, who was paying close attention to Lu Ze, noticed the change in his expression and realized he had returned to normal. She said happily, "Dr. Chris said there was no hope for your recovery... but you look quite well to me, don't you?"
*It would be best if he gets better quickly, but still has a small lingering ailment, so that I'd be willing to give up my job and take care of him personally all day...*
The little nurse thought hopefully as she unbuckled the leather straps restraining Lu Ze.
With her help, Lu Ze removed the mask from his mouth and sat up comfortably. Since he had already summoned that sea tide,
he might as well take this opportunity to stay awake a little longer.
"Mr. Lu Ze, your sister is currently listening to the doctor's advice. Is there anything you'd like to do? Shall I pour you a glass of water, or prepare some food?"
The little nurse asked eagerly.
"No need."
Lu Ze smiled politely. "Could you help me get a few recent newspapers? I'd like to read the news."
His smile made the nurse across from him daze for a moment, then she nodded with a blush, "Alright, please wait here for a moment!"
At the end of the asylum corridor stood a newspaper corner, originally intended to allow the occasionally lucid patients to keep up with recent news. But now, its greatest use was for patients to tear up for fun.
Lu Ze watched as the little nurse brought back a few relatively well-preserved newspapers and handed them to him. He thanked her and ignored her further, lowering his head to read the papers while letting her gaze at his profile from the side.
The newspapers themselves weren't very interesting; he was just killing time, waiting for Cecilia to finish communicating with the doctor and come out.
Well, national affairs, royal nonsense, scandals of theater stars...
He finished browsing one with little interest and picked up another called the Backlund Post.
"Eleventh Murder Case! Sivellas Yard is at its Wits' End!"
The newspaper's headline read prominently.
The headline information in this newspaper was somewhat interesting, detailing the recent appalling and vicious murders in Backlund. A Serial Killer specifically targeted women in long skirts, having committed over a dozen crimes yet remaining at large.
Murder, eating internal organs—clearly a Devil worship ritual.
Lu Ze quickly made a judgment, and his heart stirred.
*This seems like a good target for Grazing.*
The "Devil" Pathway possessed many powerful abilities, and being a cold-blooded Serial Killer, there would be no psychological burden in Grazing such a guy. The only thing to watch out for was that official Beyonders were definitely investigating as well, and he might encounter them.
Thinking from another perspective, this might actually be an opportunity to let this Devil and the official Beyonders wear each other down, and then he could take advantage of the situation... However, Backlund was the capital; would the Beyonders here be so easy to deal with?
Various thoughts surged in his mind. He decided to put this plan on hold for now, actively observe the situation, and wait for the right moment.
After reading the headline, Lu Ze continued flipping through. The news afterward was uninteresting, and there were more and more advertisements—from shops promoting goods to companies recruiting shareholders or transferring rights, to marriage seeking... He gradually became a bit impatient, and his flipping speed increased.
*Why hasn't Cecilia come out yet?*
Thinking this, he flipped to the seventh or eighth page of the newspaper.
A somewhat familiar name suddenly jumped into his sight.
"Sherlock Moriarty, a private detective specializing in various affairs. Reasonable fees, strict adherence to confidentiality. Resides at 15 Minsk Street, Cherwood Borough."
Lu Ze was stunned for a moment.
Sherlock Moriarty?
A private detective?
As if unable to believe it, he read this advertisement carefully, over and over again, confirming that the name and profession were exactly what he thought.
What was going on?
The transmigrator senior Emperor Roselle Gustav had left many literary works in this world, copying almost all the classic novels from Lu Ze's world. However, he was the only one who hadn't copied detective novels, possibly because he hadn't delved into them in his previous life.
And speaking of the most famous detective novels, nothing beat the Sherlock Holmes series, so famous that the name itself had almost become a synonym for detective.
The protagonist and the main antagonist of that story were named Sherlock Holmes and James Moriarty, respectively—exactly a mixture of the first name and surname of the detective in the advertisement.
A mixed name and the profession of a detective... could there be such a coincidence?
Could it be that this is a transmigrator playing a meme with names from Sherlock Holmes?
At this thought, Lu Ze felt both excited and wary.
He was excited because he might meet a fellow transmigrator, and wary because he felt somewhat unable to control such a situation.
He was currently in a semi-mad state, and his sister was only a Sequence 9. At such a time, a person suspected of also being a transmigrator appeared; the timing was too coincidental.
Perhaps it was a trap set for him?
But there was also a high probability that it was a fellow transmigrator. If he went to meet them, he might be able to figure out the secret of his transmigration, or maybe even find a way back.
After reflecting for a moment, Lu Ze suppressed this tempting thought.
Even if he really wanted to find the person, he should wait until his condition improved before considering it. Otherwise, if it were a trap, he would be a fool walking right into it. Anyway, the other party had left an address; he wouldn't be able to run away when the time came to visit.
"Mr. Lu Ze?"
The nurse noticed the change in his expression and asked concernedly.
"Oh, I'm fine. May I ask, can I take a few newspapers with me?"
Lu Ze snapped back to his senses and asked with a smile.
"Of course, if these newspapers are left here, they'll only be torn to shreds by the patients..."
She readily agreed.
"Thank you very much."
He stood up and said, folding the newspapers and stuffing them into the gaps between the straps of his straitjacket. "I'd like to go see my sister. I don't know what the doctor said to her, but it's been quite a while..."
He saw the nurse opposite him saying something with a smile, but Lu Ze's ears heard nothing. A sharp ringing sound came, drowning out all the noise around him.
Someone was watching him from behind.
Swish!
Lu Ze instinctively turned around and saw Ms. M's figure.
She still had that hateful look, smiling gently and damnably. Mad patients passed through her body; she seemed to be just a phantom frozen in Lu Ze's eyes.
*What do you want to do now?*
Lu Ze looked at her coldly. There were quite a few people in the corridor, so it wasn't convenient for him to kill her immediately.
Just then, Lu Ze saw Ms. M smiling gently as she slowly raised her hand.
She pointed toward the end of the corridor.
"Aaaaaah!"
A terrified scream suddenly came from that direction.