The detective is dead, I did it.

Chapter 98 Girl, Do You Want Power?

Chapter 98 Girl, Do You Want Power?

"Um—Detectives, another team of detectives is about to cross the intersection ahead. Would you like to check them?"

"Just quickly verify their identities and let them pass," Leticia said, glancing at the group of detectives and waving casually. "They're all on our side."

Flora looked over and saw a black carriage coming from the street corner, with seven or eight armed detectives in dark combat uniforms on both sides of the carriage, each wearing a formal association badge on their chest.

However, the badges worn by these people were clearly different from theirs. They did not have the golden laurel wreaths that represented royal status, but only magnifying glasses and the mark of armed detectives.

This shows that they are armed detectives directly under the association, and are not part of the same system as Flora and the other royal armed detectives, but there are always people in society who cannot distinguish between the two.

Flora watched their retreating figures until they disappeared around the street corner before turning her gaze away and sighing.

"I never expected that even armed detectives would be sent here. I thought we were the only ones in this city."

Leticia tilted her head and looked at her. "Don't you want to listen to what you're saying? What do you mean by 'armed detectives have been dispatched'?"

"Huh? I said there's no problem!" Flora scratched her head, looking confused.

"This is a big problem," Leticia corrected, hands on her hips. "They are armed detectives from the Association, and their members are generally male. We are Royal Armed Detectives, and we are all women. These are two different things."

"I don't see any difference," Flora said, scratching her head, looking confused.

Leticia took a deep breath. "The difference is huge. How can we call ourselves royal ladies if we don't clearly distinguish between them?"

"I see." Flora nodded, looking like she understood.

"Wait, something's not right." Her gaze froze, and she pointed ahead down the street. "Why did they turn back?"

Leticia followed her gaze and saw that the armed detectives had turned around at some point and were walking back from the street corner.

Not only them, but another team of armed detectives appeared at the other end of the street, and another team came out from the side alley.

Three groups of people moved from three directions toward the same goal: the intersection where they were standing.

Flora's expression changed instantly. "Could it be that she found out we were talking badly about the student council president?"

"I didn't say that!" Leticia reacted quickly, immediately distancing herself from the situation. "You're the only one who said it. I'll report you to the president later."

"You—" Flora raised her hand in anger to hit her again.

However, her hand stopped halfway up in the air.

Because her gaze passed over Leticia's shoulder and saw the door that had suddenly appeared behind her. The space around that door was distorted; light was bent and colors were elongated at the folded boundary.

Three women came out of the door.

Flora's pupils contracted sharply. She recognized the woman at the front; it was Lina Asland, the association's first vice president.

The two women behind her were Viola and Amelia, figures who could only be seen at the academy's opening ceremony.

The appearance of the three vice presidents at the same time left her completely stunned.

Leticia was the first to react, bringing her heels together, straightening her back, and placing her right fist on her left chest, performing a standard detective salute.

"Reporting, sir! Leticia Richards, a fourth-year student at the Detective Academy, reporting for duty!"

Flora reacted just as quickly, a fraction of a second slower than Leticia, but her movements were equally precise. "Flora Gray, fourth-year student at the Detective Academy, reporting for duty!"

The three vice presidents didn't look at them. Viola's gaze fell on the white mansion across the street, and her brows furrowed slightly.

"Is this the place?" she asked.

Lina took something wrapped in cloth out of her pocket. When she opened it, the two girls were shocked to find that it was a white, severed hand with the cut surface clearly visible. They were immediately stunned.

What's even more frightening is that the little hand's index finger is sticking up, pointing in one direction, and it's even shaking constantly, just like it's alive.

“Yes.” Lina wrapped her hands in the cloth again. “According to Mr. Jack’s tracking, the target signal is on this street.” She pointed to the white mansion. “There.”

Amelia thought about it seriously. "Isn't that—Holmes' house?"

The three vice presidents fell silent at the same time.

"Has anyone been notified of the Holmes family?" Viola asked.

"We can't get in touch with them. Holmes Junt only has a mother at home, and according to reports, she has been mentally unstable for many years. Holmes Junt is usually not around, and the housekeeper is in charge of the household affairs," Lina explained.

"So, have you made contact with that butler?"

"No. It's possible that Rosalind has already taken control of them."

"Since that's the case, why bother with all that?" Amelia took the lead and walked towards the mansion. "Let's break in first, and if it doesn't work out, we can always compensate Holmes with a new house."

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The three vice presidents began to approach the mansion, followed by a large number of armed detectives who began to surround it.

Leticia stood at the intersection, her mouth still open, "That—Flora—"

"Um."

"Didn't I just say I wanted to bring down the chairman?"

"Um.

""

"Do you think the vice presidents might have heard this?"

Flora glanced at her. "Good luck."

Meanwhile, in Charlotte's second-floor room at her mansion.

Ktura curled up in a corner of the sofa, without turning on the light. Mr. Donald had told her to go upstairs to rest, but she couldn't fall asleep at all.

My brother went to the trial yesterday and hasn't come back since. According to Mr. Donald, he seems to have been involved in some kind of supernatural disaster.

Then martial law was imposed on the entire city of London, and at that time Caturra had a bad feeling.

She couldn't imagine life without her brother, but there was nothing she could do but pray for him.

At that moment, she suddenly felt incredibly envious of those detectives.

At the very least, they possess the power to protect themselves and those close to them.

Until a pink-haired girl suddenly appeared in front of him.

Her long pink hair cascaded down her shoulders, and her deep red eyes gave off a chilling feeling. Her dress was dark, almost blending into the night, with only a small patch of white lace at the neckline gleaming coldly in the moonlight.

She didn't know why this beautiful woman had suddenly appeared here, but her instincts told her that the woman was dangerous.

So Ketura shrank back, into the corner of the sofa, until his back pressed against the soft cushions, with nowhere left to retreat.

Rosalind looked at her, a gentle smile appearing on her face, and even her eyes seemed much gentler.

"Young girl, do you desire power?"