Chapter 351 "Young Master"

Friday, January 9th.

"What the hell is going on! Who killed this Zmanger gang thug?! Us? We haven't even seen him! And he died at our doorstep? How come we didn't know?!" Peiman pointed at the black and white photo in the newspaper and complained harshly.

"..." Leonard also saw the enlarged photo. It was clearly himself and Peiman in disguise. Both of them were wearing deerstalker hats popular in Intis, and he even stood up the collar of his coat to cover it up...

The title read: "Detective Sherlock and Watson defeat the criminals who invaded the private house!"

Below is the detailed report... roughly explaining the identity of the criminal, etc., and at the end, the address of the great detective is also left...

"Could this be... the 'advertisement' Viscount Kelly mentioned? A special advertisement? He said he would help promote it for us in the cooperating newspapers... So this incident never happened, but was just made up by the newspapers to create hype?" Leonard analyzed seriously.

"Oh! It's possible! This is 'Journalism'! It's amazing!" Peiman looked at the newspaper's title and read:
"'100 Pound Newspaper'... I've never heard of it. Haha, is the Backlund Newspaper so successful now? A small newspaper can actually print so well... It's a good thing we didn't choose to be reporters! Otherwise, we would have starved to death!"

"What you said... makes sense." Leonard didn't mention that the two of them almost starved to death when they were detectives...

Jingle, jingle.

"Another commission! Great, the 'Devil Dog' incident is finally over! Life is back to normal!" Peiman smiled from the bottom of her heart, got up and opened the door. Standing at the door was a big boy wearing an old coat and carrying an old bag. It was Ian. He said with surprise and guilt on his face:
"Ms. Watson! I'm so glad you're all right!"

"Uh... Ian? What could possibly happen to us? By the way, are you here to make up for the subsequent detective fees? Oh, you are so polite. I knew that a gentleman like you would abide by the contract..." Peiman kept sighing in her heart that today was such a good day!
Ian's face suddenly turned red, he covered his bag and said:
"I, I don't have that much money... But I will try to pay as much as possible, because it's me who caused the trouble for you two..."

"Haha, it's okay. As long as the customer pays, we don't mind the trouble!" Peiman made way for Ian to walk into the house and led him to the reception area.

"Good morning, Mr. Sherlock!" Ian met the other detective, and after confirming that they looked normal, he breathed a sigh of relief:
“Not only do you two have amazing reasoning abilities, you also have a wide network of contacts and outstanding fighting abilities. You are indeed the famous detectives these days!
"I'm sorry, that guy from the Zmanger gang was trying to catch me before... I couldn't resist at all, so I had to run away... That guy must have known that I had commissioned you two, so he followed me and ran into the detective and the lady... I guess he must have been very rude, right? That's why he lost his life...

"You two must have known a lot about me, so I won't hide anything from you.

“Actually, Detective Zrel… is a spy for the Feysac Empire. He has been gathering homeless children to collect intelligence for him, and I am one of them.

"Recently, I got a very crucial piece of information..." Peiman and Leonard were stunned at first, and then their expressions were extremely shocked.

What's going on? How come this cunning boy revealed his identity after hiding it for so long?! Also, the criminal in the newspaper... is he real? Is he here to hunt Ian down?! So did that guy really die at his doorstep?!
"Really...really honest, Ian. Yes, we did know some things about you, but not as specific as you said..." Peiman decided to pretend to know and get more information. She continued:
"You said that soon after you reported that intelligence, Detective Zreal became abnormal... and we all know that the real Zreal is dead, died in the sewer. So, the person who pretended to be Zreal... do you have any clues?"

Ian looked as if you had investigated me before and shook his head.

“No, I have no idea who it is.

"But... when I used the method I found on Detective Zrel's teeth to contact Mr. Detective's superior, the Zmanger gang immediately found me... Fortunately, the people from MI9 showed up in time, and I escaped while they were fighting...

"Then MI9 found me again, and I... became their informant... I had no choice, or I would have faced jail time... Fortunately, I was not an adult...

"They told me that the person behind the scenes who ordered the criminal Zmanger... was an Intis person, who had a very high status... and their priority was to ask me to cooperate in finding the items involved in the key intelligence... There was nothing more, and I didn't know which Intis person it was...

"I'm sorry again! I didn't think this matter would involve so much danger... You two should have very powerful backgrounds. I hope, I hope you can turn danger into safety... I, I will give you all my savings... I'm going to run away next... I definitely can't be an informant..." Ian bowed deeply to the two of them, then took out a lot of neatly folded Suler bills from his bag, and put the money on the table with a guilty look on his face.

Shit… Shit! Peiman was stunned. What the hell was going on with the latest commission?! The commission that he finally came across with a reward of only 5 pounds actually developed in an unpredictable direction! ?

I just finished complaining about other people's newspaper industry...but it seems my own detective is about to be unable to continue working!

"Wait, wait, the military doesn't want to cause trouble right now. The Intis people in Backlund... they can't be from the embassy, ​​right? Ian, you are the subordinate of the Feysac spy. Why is it that after you contacted the higher-level superior, it was the Intis people who came to your door? Shouldn't you be a spy for Intis?! This is too contradictory!" Peiman was a little flustered, but still analyzed instinctively.

Leonard was amazed again. Peiman's reasoning ability was really strong! And it was well-reasoned! This also stimulated his thinking. He continued to analyze:
"Perhaps Zreal's more senior superior... has defected to Intis or been captured... Therefore, Zreal was replaced. Therefore, Ian was fine before and his location was locked directly after sending a contact message..."

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but hold his forehead. It all seemed to be caused by... the two of them revealed the fact that Zreal was dead! If he was a little more useless, and Peiman's reasoning ability was a little weaker... maybe this wouldn't have happened at all!

No, that's not right! There's another person! Intis's "young master"! A member of the "Secret Society" who helped the two of them divine Zreal's whereabouts for a fee!
Leonard's face changed in shock. He suddenly thought of a possibility! The top spy of Intis...could it be that the "young master"?

(End of this chapter)