The detective is dead, I did it.

Chapter 23 Showing you with a look of disgust

Li Ang ate very quickly; in the time it took to exchange just a few words, he had finished his breakfast.

"Eating so fast isn't good for your health," Charlotte said, looking at the plate that had been quickly emptied. "Besides, you can't eat too much in the morning."

"It's nothing." Li Ang wiped his mouth with a napkin. "I'm used to it."

When we were carrying sacks at the dock, we only had a few minutes to eat. If we didn't eat quickly, we wouldn't have enough time.

Moreover, he wanted to eat as much as possible in the morning, otherwise he wouldn't be able to hold out until noon.

It can only be said that the logic of noblemen is always so strange. They don't want to eat too much in the morning, but they insist on preparing a huge breakfast that exceeds the usual standards, even serving high-calorie foods such as smoked meat and fish and chips.

I wonder if this kind of breakfast is considered healthy?

"By the way," he stood up and stretched his shoulders, "didn't you say you were leaving early this morning? Shall we go now?"

"Hmm. If we're lucky, we might be back by evening." Charlotte turned to the maid beside her. "Remember to prepare everything for Miss Katura. The same goes for us if we don't come back tonight."

"I understand," the maid said, bowing.

"Are you going out?" Ktura put down her fork and looked at Leon.

"Yes, it's work." Li Ang walked to her side, reached out and patted her head. "Stay home obediently and don't run around."

"Okay." Ktura nodded, a hint of unease in her eyes. "Then I'll wait for you to come back. Be careful, brother."

After the two went out, the carriage was already waiting at the door.

The coachman, dressed in a neat uniform, saw Charlotte come out and immediately jumped down from the carriage and opened the door.

Li Ang and Charlotte got into the car one after the other.

"Who is the client?" Li Ang asked.

"Viscount Cavendish." Charlotte leaned back in her seat, crossed her legs, and her white stockings stretched taut, outlining the lines of her calves.

"A famous collector in London. His home is filled with treasures he has collected from all over the world. It is said that he even built a large collection room specifically to store his collection."

"Rich people?"

"Absolutely." Charlotte nodded in acknowledgment. "That's why he was so anxious when he lost something."

The carriage drove out of the neighborhood where the villa was located and turned onto a wider road. The buildings on both sides changed from detached villas to townhouses, and then from apartments to various shops.

The number of pedestrians on the street gradually increased.

Gentlemen in suits, maids dressed as servants, and occasionally a few newsboys weaving through the crowd, waving newspapers and shouting at the top of their lungs, "Extra! Extra! Sherlock Holmes solves another major case!"

The cover was colorful, and Li Ang vaguely remembered it; it seemed to be the "Detective Daily," which specialized in publishing stories about detectives.

The content is nothing more than two kinds: a detective solved a case yesterday, or some unlucky guy was being targeted again.

If you're lucky, you'll only lose some valuables; if you're unlucky, by the time you're discovered, your head and body will have been separated for quite some time.

"Wait a minute."

Charlotte drew back the curtains and called out to the coachman.

The carriage slowly came to a stop at the roadside.

A sharp-eyed newsboy spotted the black carriage and the elegantly crafted windows, and immediately trotted over, his dirty little face beaming with a fawning smile.

"Miss, would you like to buy a newspaper? Today's 'Detective Daily' has a front page story about Lord Sherlock Holmes!"

Charlotte took a crown out of her purse and threw it out the window, not caring whether the newsboy could catch it.

"Give me one. Keep the change."

The newsboy crawled on his hands and knees, hurriedly picking up the silver coins from the ground, his smile growing even more eager.

One crown was enough for him to sell dozens of newspapers.

"Miss, you are so generous!" he exclaimed excitedly, hurriedly pulling a newspaper from his pocket and handing it over with both hands.

"Have a wonderful day... no, have a wonderful year!"

Charlotte took the newspaper and handed it to Leon across from her.

"Look. Maybe yesterday's story is already in the newspaper."

Li Ang took the newspaper and unfolded it.

In the most prominent position on the front page, a headline was printed in bold black font—

[Sherlock Holmes, the legendary detective, once again displays his divine prowess, bravely thwarting a cult!]

Below the title was a long, densely packed text detailing the events.

The story includes how the detective received a tip, how she infiltrated the cult's lair alone, how she outwitted and outfought the ruthless heretics, and how, with the help of armed detectives, she ultimately brought the criminal gang to justice.

The article was written with great passion and fervor, and every word was filled with admiration for Miss Holmes.

Li Ang read it three times from beginning to end to confirm that his name was not on it.

Throughout the entire article, all the credit goes to Charlotte Holmes alone.

"Are you angry?" Charlotte asked.

Li Ang folded the newspaper and tossed it next to his seat. "No."

To be honest, he wasn't angry.

As a famous person once said, "Don't be angry, anger will make you lose your mind."

Besides, he never wanted to be famous in the first place.

A poor boy from the slums suddenly appears in the newspaper, claiming to be an assistant to a famous detective and involved in cracking a cult case; this will only bring a lot of trouble.

The police will come to question him, the detectives' association will come to investigate, and those who have been offended by Charlotte will turn their attention to him and Caturra.

If he were stronger, it would be fine, but he's only just reached Sequence 9, he's too weak.

Secondly... Charlotte paid him enough to shut him up a hundred times.

She gave too much money.

"I thought you'd be angry. After all, this is a great achievement."

"Even the greatest credit has to be earned by someone who is alive to claim it."

"I'm liking you more and more, Pochi."

Charlotte had her own compelling reasons. She had to maintain her reputation as a famous detective.

Only in this way can she truly be Charlotte Holmes.

At first, she was prepared for Li Ang to be angry when he found out that she had taken all the credit, and she even took the initiative to tell him. But she didn't expect that the man would not be angry at all.

Truly worthy of being the one I chose.

"Even so, I should still give you some reward. What kind of reward would you like?"

"No need for a reward." Li Ang sat opposite him, shaking his head. "You've already given me the money, and you've covered my food and lodging. Asking for a reward would make me seem shameless."

"Oh?" Charlotte raised an eyebrow. "I've never seen you shy when we're arguing."

Li Ang silently clenched his fist.

Since that's the case, don't blame yourself for going down with it.

So he said, "Let me see your legs."

Charlotte was stunned for a moment, not expecting Li Ang's request to be so straightforward.

"Tsk!"

There was no refusal.

Instead, she showed a slightly disgusted expression, pinched the edge of her skirt with her fingers, and slowly lifted it up.