Chapter 317 Detective Watson and Sherlock's Useless Assistant

"My commission is to investigate your colleague, Detective Zreal. I hope you can confirm his current condition..." The boy in the old coat hesitated for a moment and said to the male and female detectives in front of him:
"You wouldn't know him too, and not accept the commission, would you?"

"Of course not!" After listening to the other party's description, Peiman was sure that Zreal was the hypocritical detective who took the initiative to greet everyone when they divided the "Devil Dog" bounty last time. Combined with Ian's statement, she already had an idea in her mind and said immediately:

“Although we have met Detective Zreal like other detectives, we will still work hard to complete the client’s commission. This is our purpose!
"How much will you pay? You know, this might cause us to offend our colleague. We can only conduct the investigation covertly, and the difficulty and danger of the investigation will increase dramatically."

Leonard reacted quickly. With the old man's reminder, he also remembered Zreal's identity. He couldn't help but sigh in his heart that Peiman's memory was really ridiculously good!

He nodded, indicating that he agreed with his partner's opinion. In fact, the "Great Detective Sherlock and Doctor Watson" they had originally set up had almost become "Great Detective Watson and her detective assistant Sherlock"...

I can't blame myself for not working hard, it's just that it's not easy to get into this circle! Before I even start reasoning about a small case, others have already found the criminal! I have no clue about a big case, but everyone has to brainstorm to find the murderer!

Take the commission for investigating the targets of the Aurora Society that was handed over yesterday. The two of them found time to sneak into the archives department of the kingdom, and they almost fell asleep while looking for files and reading materials. However, Peiman actually completed all the work in half an hour and came to the conclusion that the three of them, including the new victim, were all psychology enthusiasts...

The employer was also very satisfied. He offered a sky-high price of 1000 pounds. After the two declined, he offered 500 pounds and advertising space in the cooperative newspaper as compensation... The two had to "reluctantly" accept it. It can be said that the money was all earned by Peiman! I just need to provide the services of a follower, a thug, and a coolie! I am still familiar with this!
Leonard regained the feeling of not having to use his brain when he was working on cases with Klein and the captain.

Ian didn't expect the two to agree so decisively. He was surprised and shocked and then said carefully:

"Five pounds? I mean I'll pay five pounds in advance, and after the commission is completed, I'll pay more depending on the difficulty of the task..."

"Okay!" Peiman breathed a sigh of relief, took the standard contract beside her, quickly drafted the terms, handed it over and said:

"Sign here and give the advance payment. The contract will be established and we will complete the commission as soon as possible."

"Uh... OK, OK, you guys are worthy of being the famous detectives these days, you act so decisively..." Ian carefully picked up the pen, signed his name with his left hand, and complimented.

"They are all empty names, just empty names! How can we contact you after completing the commission? Can you give us a contact address?" Peiman said after putting away the contract.

"I, I will come to your place regularly. Well, I don't have a stable residence at the moment, so it's more convenient for me to come to you."

Ian took out the neatly folded banknotes, counted out five pounds and placed them on the table, then stood up and bowed.
"Thank you both for your help."

Leonard stood up as an assistant and sent the client away. Then he said to Peiman:
"I thought you would ask for a high price... This commission should be quite complicated, right?"

Peiman lay on the sofa, not as capable and competent as before. She stared at the ceiling and muttered:

“I don’t know if it’s complicated or not, but I finally got a normal commission…

"Ah, it's still the 1000 pounds that scared me. Don't you think we're too disappointing? It's just 1000 pounds! Just take it! And there's also Dwayne Dantès and the letter sent to Tingen..." "Strange commissions come one after another! Give us more cat-hunting jobs, bastard! If you keep going like this, I'll start to think we're the 'protagonists' instead of the leisurely 'Handyman Shop'! Uh..."

"'Protagonist'..." Leonard scratched his head, then smiled in relief. In this world, there is no such thing as a "protagonist"...

Peiman straightened up and said with a smile:

“This reminds me of a saying, ‘Everyone is his own protagonist’! Well, it’s a bit of a chicken soup…

"By the way, speaking of colleagues, we have to complete Detective Stuart's commission. Well, if we wait for two days, it shouldn't attract too much attention, right? Although it's still a bit exaggerated compared to him searching for two weeks without any clues..."

Leonard was stunned for a moment, then suddenly said:
"Emlyn White? Uh... I would have forgotten if you hadn't told me...

"The divination at the party showed that the other party was not dangerous, and he was in a church of the Earth Mother Goddess... Could it be that he was inspired by that god and changed his faith and never returned home? At least he went home and told his parents, right?"

"Not sure, but we need to confirm that the target is there, and then notify Detective Stuart. Well, or, can we be lazy and just write a letter saying that the person he is looking for is in the Harvest Church? Anyway, that is not our commission..." Peiman stretched and said.

"Let's go take a look. I haven't been to the Church of Mother Earth yet. It would be good to go and broaden my horizons." Leonard felt a little guilty towards the trapped Emlyn. He felt guilty for not being able to "save" him in the first place... So he wanted to make sure he was safe.

"Okay..." Peiman took out the Backlund map, took out a pen and wrote and drew on it, then showed it:
"Look, this is No. 138, Rose Street, Bridge District. We can first investigate Detective Zreal's residence, then go to the South Bridge District to find a hotel to take a shower and eat. After dinner, we will go to the Harvest Church on Rose Street to confirm the location of the missing youth. That shouldn't take long. After that, we can also go to the extraordinary party at the Brave Bar...

"Well...it's been a busy day..." Peiman sighed.

Leonard was surprised:

"We're going to search Detective Zreal's home directly? Isn't that a little inappropriate?"

Peiman put away the map and said proudly:
“Hehe, according to what Ian said, plus our first impression of the detective…there is only one truth!
“I thought Zreal was dead!

“He was killed and then his identity was stolen, which was possible with makeup!

"That's why 'he' deliberately stood out at the party and made us all the murderer's alibis! The other detectives also refused the commission because they had just met Zreal! This just happened to be what the murderer expected!
"The murderer did this for only one purpose... to mislead everyone about the time of Zreal's death! Therefore, I concluded that there must be some incredible clues in Zreal's home. Maybe... his body is in his own home!"

Leonard was stunned at first, then his expression changed in shock. He couldn't help but take a deep breath and said:

"Pei, Peiman, I think next time when we introduce ourselves... we should call each other Detective Watson and Assistant Sherlock..."

(End of this chapter)