Lady Sherlock: The First Unofficial Case

16: Impossible But Existing and Real

#NOTE: EVERYTHING TYPED HERE IS FICTION. PLEASE READERS DO NOT MISUNDERSTAND ALL THE THINGS WRITTEN BY THE AUTHOR!

Whisk grabs the phone of the mysterious man he sees wearing the mask and black hat. "Gee. Wahhs. Wahh. I didn't expect there to be a spy for Young Master Vinzeliuka here."

In an acrobatic style, Whisk turns the phone screen face-to-face like playing a playing card! It was spectacular of course, considering the difference in weight of a mobile phone and playing cards is very far away.

The mysterious man tried to get his phone back. He attacked forward, wanting to bogey the Whisk.

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Mysterious Man: You're gonna love this, Ric. Hazelia Lify, she's taking Whisky Woods for a night out together. I'll keep an eye on the location. Don'worry. If you have found the location in question, I will send it to you.

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While reading, the Whisk dodged the blow swung by the mysterious man. "I will continue to monitor the location. Don'worry. If you've found the location in question, I'll send it to you."

"Oh, it's just a little piece of shit!" The squatting whisk immediately finished calling for such.

Bugs!

The mysterious man who attacked Whisk hit the wall of the apartment. There was a slight crack mixed with fresh blood there.

"Well, catch!" Whisk throws a cell phone at the owner.

The mysterious man catches a cell phone thrown by the Whisk. While staring at the sharp Whisk, he glanced towards the still active phone screen. Message has been sent to Ric. Just wait for the person across to read it.

The mysterious man stared at the back of the Whisk. Strange man! it's in the heart.

"It doesn't matter to me. Hope your plans go well, Tyas Reddish!"

The mysterious man named Tyas could hear the Whisk exclaiming. Oh, naw. Looks like the detective title was really pinned for her. It's not just a playful title. I have to be careful from now on.

The tring!

A reply message from Ric went into Tyas' phone.

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Ric: I want you to find out about it as soon as possible! Hazelia Lify can't be around a guy named Whisky Woods.

Tyas: The problem is that Whisky Wooda isn't just playing around with her detective title like most people.

Ric: What do you mean?

Tyas: I was caught by him.

Ric: You're so stupid! Why am I paying so much for a stupid killer like you?

Tyas: Take it easy, this time he only managed to catch me. I got away.

Ric: Run your task smoothly for the bonus, Tyas Reddish!

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See ******** this one. He even dared to threaten me for having treasures, Inner Tyas was exasperated.

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Tyas: Of course. I'll run this thing smoothly.

Ric: If you can, kill that guy named Whisky Woods. The bonus you asked for will be doubled.

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Kill Whisky Woods? Ha! Just be right... Seeing him dodge my punch I was already very shocked. Is Whisky Woods still a human being? Tyas clucked in annoyance.

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Tyas: I'll do it.

Message read Ric.

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Tyas immediately left the place in annoyance.

Across there...

If Tyas Reddish can't do what I tell him to do, I still have a very good card to wipe out Whisky Woods, Ric chuckled in his heart. The man saw a photo of Whisk from his computer monitor screen. Die you! Get away from the side of a Hazelia Lify. Hazelia Lify is mine. That is absolute!

"Young Master Vinzeliuka," a man's voice rang out in front there.

Ric immediately turned his gaze to the source of the voice. The big and fierce-faced man was standing, waiting for a reply from Ric.

Ric smiles. "Oh, you've come, Mr. Thomas Bara. Have seat. We'll talk about businesses you might be interested in. Considering you have a grudge against someone named Whisky Woods," Ric said in English.

The bongsor man named Thomas Bara was sitting according to Ric's words. He does have a grudge against the Whisk, considering that he goes into prison for life and will never come out even to be hanged if he does not escape from there.

"Very easy. You are a high class assassin. Of course I want you to kill Whisky Woods. You can kill anyone who gets in your way. But don't hurt a woman named Hazelia Lify by the end of her hair. Or I'll cut your pay" Ric replied easily.

"I'm ready to hunt him down. How much do you offer, Young Master Vinzeliuka?" ask Thomas. Of course, a hitman seemed to attach great importance to the pay that would be given to him. At the very least, the fee should be equivalent to a human kidney! That was because he took a very dangerous path to carry out his actions.

"What about..."

At Hazelia Lify's...

Ah, my gut feeling is bad. Looks like Ric's gonna do something. O God... Why do I keep mentioning that haram name?! haz's heart was calling out to himself.

I won't fall into the same hole again! I'll never believe Ric's words again! You must be strong Hazelia Lify! Even Jel also told you that he would never let you get close to the man named Richard Vinzeliuka! Haz turned his face into a pillow.

Argha! This feeling drives me crazy! I feel something really bad... I hate feeling like this! Haz unlocks the lock screen of his phone. He put the Whisk's pendrive into his phone. The long-wavelength woman opened the only visible file on her phone screen. There's a link.

In the file, Haz finds a link that may be connected to a personal blog without the IP address it asks for.

When the monitor displays a blank blog, Haz renames the name of the blog. He was eager to yell at the Whisk right now. His emotions somehow overflowed until the crown saw the name of the blog: Spacetime Enforcer-Resplendent Nephila.

What the fuck? He's now following my style and making things like this? inner Haz was irritated.

The tring!

A message came in to Haz's phone.

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Whisk: Do you know?

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Haz thought about the words Whisk for a moment. A second later, the woman replied to Whisk's message.

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Haz: People hiding back there?

Haz: Didn't you realize that too?

Whisk: You look more like a fortune teller than Sherlock Holmes, Hazelia.

Haz: Is that really so?

Haz: I am a very sensitive person. But that doesn't mean I can't make a fatal mistake.

Whisk: How do you know?

Haz: Your eyeballs.

Whisk: Shadow's butt? But he was hiding behind a wall. I can't believe you can see that detail.

Haz: Hatshirt.

Haz: There are no trees there.

Haz: So, it was not a twig but the reflection of someone's hat.

Whisk: How do you know he's wearing a hat?

Haz: Of course.

Haz: Because the hair will not be as flat and as monotonous as it is when seen even through shadows.

Whisk: That doesn't make sense.

Haz: Learn more from Sir Arthur Conan Doyle's masterpiece, then you will understand why I said it.

Whisk: It is unusual for someone to be able to describe through the eyes of another person.

Haz: If you're used to it, why not?

Whisk: Can you teach me how?

Haz: Yes! You have to study in private.

Haz: This is not something that can be taught.

Haz: If you don't believe it, it will never exist. I learned this for about a year to understand, and about five years to practice.

Haz: At first, I didn't believe in Sherlock Holmes, who knew and described Watson very easily. When I understood and began to try it, it turned out that what Sir Arthur wrote was the truth, not just his wild fantasies.

Message read Whisk.

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Sucks. He just reads it, Haz pulls the flash from his phone, then activates his laptop. Lazy with men, I better type all my thoughts about the news this morning and make an online novel.