Chapter 401: The Lingering Ghost

Lin En's face was a little embarrassed. He was sure that Atali had heard some strange sounds last night. The sixth sense of extraordinary people is always particularly sharp.

He ignored Lin En's face that seemed to have been punched.

The lady in the wheelchair gave orders and asked him to push her to another side hall. Although she had no opinion on the pair of paintings, she always felt a little strange if she had to talk about it in front of the two paintings. This is understandable. No one wants someone to show off their love when they are busy.

And Lin En looked so dazzling in the painting.

"I found an ancient book of poetry."

Atali's opening remarks were very simple and direct, as if she was saying, I found a piece of bread in the kitchen. This made Lin En, who had just stopped her in front of the table, look subtle and seemed to want to laugh, but he couldn't help but show a hint of doubt, wondering if the girl in front of him was a treasure-hunting rat.

But considering her profession of [Astrologist], it didn't seem to be worth being surprised.

"Tell me your wonderful story."

Lin En listened attentively. If Meltice had rested well, he would definitely ask her to bring a plate of gingerbread and milk candy tea.

"Yesterday after you went out, I also went to this town for a walk." The walk she mentioned should be the result of divination, and she walked to some places with a purpose. As she said that, Atali took out a book from the side of the wheelchair, or it was a bit like a wizard's parchment scroll.

The smell of decay mixed with a little bit of soil moisture made the young gentleman seriously doubt whether this thing was still buried in a grave yesterday.

"And then you found this thing?" Lin En leaned forward. The handwriting on the parchment scroll that had been curled and cracked was extremely blurred. It was a pity that Atali could still see it clearly.

"I met two people first, and they have something to do with you."

"Two people... I have a bad feeling. You are not talking about Sherlock and his iceberg bodyguard, right?"

Atali nodded slowly. Her affirmative action made Lin En, who felt that he had been away from the vortex, feel a little painful in his brain. He felt that he seemed to have never escaped from a silk thread net called fate. [Mouth of the Sewing Thread] I like to appreciate the despair of those who think they have resisted fate and received a completely different gift from fate.

Lin En suddenly wanted to burn the parchment scroll on the table, but looking at Atali's sparkling heterochromatic eyes, he extinguished this extreme resistance to Charlotte's American cockroach. After all, they are still nominal partners, aren't they?

"You should not be led. Sherlock is a very dangerous person. I think if he has any conspiracy, it will be much more dangerous than my boring suggestion."

For the sake of insurance, Lin En still said a little more.

"It seems that you have a psychological shadow on the [Fate Weaving Bureau]. There are [lines] in my basic sexual phase. Even the agent is trying to guide and interfere with me." Atali chuckled, as if to say that Lin En was too nervous about Sherlock. Smart people always have their own confidence.

In response, Lin En shrugged and asked the wheelchair lady to continue the story.

"Sherlock Holmes and Aurora Watson were investigating a murder case that happened at night. Someone was using the name of evil spirits to harm people. They used a rare hallucinogenic drug. Even without them, I think I can complete the exact test in less than two hours."

From Atali's mouth, Lin En heard the story of a famous detective and his assistant solving a case.

At that time, Sherlock seemed to be investigating something.

From his behavior of recording every case in this town, it can be seen that Mr. Detective also knows the relationship between Atali and Lin En, so some things can be said from her mouth. This is why Lin En hates these scriptwriters. You never know whether the information he conveys is a guide or a key to the truth, or both.

This case is a bit tricky for ordinary people. It is suspected to involve extraordinary things, which will always interfere with people's judgment. But it seems quite stupid to professionals, such as Lin En or Sherlock, an official law enforcer.

The murderer dared to harm people in the name of evil spirits, not afraid of being hanged by law enforcers who heard the news.

After solving the case, Sherlock and others received a reward from the victim's family.

The parchment scroll of Atali was dug out from the cemetery of local nobles during the case-solving process, and finally became her reward. It's that simple, it can be said to be a win by lying down. The wheelchair lady got what she expected, which is suspected to be related to elves.

With Lin En's assistance, Atali's work on the blurred text on it went smoothly.

Although the parchment scroll was full of pits and the words written with bad paint were extremely blurred, it could be classified as a cultural relic, but Atali, who spread it out, still showed Lin En what a clever application of [thread] and [book] was. The combination of these two properties was not a special ability but a simple application. In Atali's hands, it achieved some restoration and text rubbing.

Lin En had to use the swift hand speed of a typewriter, holding two pens in both hands, hanging as steady as a mechanical arm, and quickly wrote the words rubbed by the spiritual silk thread on paper with the help of the memory palace.

The two people had a great understanding.

Lin En could easily interpret every move of Atali. The two people's coordination at work seemed to be honed through many jobs, and in fact they had only been working together for a short time.

There is a saying that men and women work together and work is not tiring.

Lin En felt that this made sense. When he was busy with Atali, his efficiency seemed to be better than when he was with Mr. Bill, as if he was inspired by joy.

Far away in the [Steam City], Bill, who was busy strengthening his big gun, sneezed indecently. He wiped his nose and quickly put his attention back to the work at hand. He muttered that Ye Funi had been running to the Autonomous Association every day recently, and it seemed that the future path of the Lighting Team 3 was obvious.

The camera flew over and pulled back to the Ocean Mansion.

"The translation of this word should be 'stars', which is a variant of the colloquial language of the common language with [Fen'e] added."

"That's right, but in addition to 'stars', it should also mean 'small fire'. God, the ancient people were able to use one word to refer to the sun, stars, small fires and big fires. It is true that the more civilized, the more complex it is. I think if the common language is systematically modified and a dictionary is established, it may be possible to completely integrate [Mullan] and [Fen'e]."

"Good idea!"

Atali's eyes lit up, looking at Lin En as if she was looking at a genius. She felt that she had a new topic, but that was a matter for the future.

At the moment, this translated parchment scroll was important.