Quick Travel: Save the poor little villain

Alrick didn't dare to delay too long. After obtaining the evidence, he asked the soldier messenger sent by Prince Peg to deliver the Griffin Gang's account book evidence to the main city of London.

Once these evidences are safely delivered to Prince Peg's hands, they will be enough to overthrow Duke Willica, severely damage or even disintegrate the Griffin Gang.

After doing this, he and Jinchen returned to the cylindrical room.

Only then did Alric feel like he was walking back to reality from the chaos and absurdity.

As Inspector Alric regained his sanity, that vague sense of disconnection resurfaced.

He turned around and saw Jinchen standing at the door, leaning against the door frame, looking at him quietly.

The slanting setting sun shone through the glass window behind Jinchen, dyeing his soft blond hair a honey-like color.

He looked as gentle as usual, as if everything that had just happened in the textile factory was just Alric's hallucination.

Alric's heart beat violently.

He subconsciously avoided Jinchen's hand that was stretched out to hold his.

Before the warmth of his fingertips touched him, he turned slightly and walked towards the wine cabinet next to him.

Jinchen was stunned for a moment, "Alric?"

The little girl Doshi, who was carrying a pile of heavy books, passed by the corridor and noticed the strange atmosphere between the two people. She couldn't help but stop and tilt her head.

"What are you two doing? It looks really weird."

Alric stood in the shadow of the wine cabinet, on the edge of the shaft of light that fell from the window, in half light and half darkness.

He didn't answer Duoxi's words, nor did he look at Jinchen. He drank the amber wine in the glass.

"I'm going to rest, don't follow me."

Duoxi: “?”

She held the book in her arms, looking at Jinchen, who was left alone at the door, in confusion, and muttered softly, "Did you have a fight with Alric? How strange! This is the first time I've seen him treat you like this!"

Jinchen looked at Alric's figure disappearing around the corner of the stairs, and his fingertips twirled unconsciously.

When he heard Duoxi's words, he lowered his head, and the corners of his lips curled slightly, revealing a smile.

"Not surprising."

Jinchen walked forward and patted Duoxi's head, "I didn't send you to the ladies' etiquette class, but you are busier than before."

Duoxi immediately hugged his book tightly, as if guarding a treasure. "This is my secret! Just like you must have many secrets... but I won't ask!"

As she spoke, she glanced at Jinchen curiously again before skipping away.

Jinchen walked slowly upstairs and returned to the room.

After washing up, he changed into comfortable pajamas, leaned against the head of the bed, and took out the private account book he brought back from the textile factory, which recorded the purchase flow of special poisons within the Griffin Gang. He began to read it again in the soft light.

Zero rolled over on his shoulder and yawned lazily.

[Host, aren't you going to sleep yet? It's been a busy day.]

Jinchen's gaze fell on the date and dosage records on a certain page of the account book, his eyes calm.

[It's almost time for Alric to die in the original story.]

If the real murderer is not Joshua, then time is running out and he must find conclusive evidence as soon as possible to prove that Julian was the murderer who increased the dosage at the end and killed Vincent.

Jinchen pondered for a moment, suddenly threw off the quilt and got out of bed, walked to the desk, spread out the letter paper and wrote a short letter.

After writing, he sealed the letter, opened the window, and whistled softly.

The coachman employed by the Shadow Language Detective Agency appeared at the alley downstairs.

Jinchen threw the letter accurately into his hand and whispered, "Send it to Olga Manor as soon as possible and hand it to Master John Olga personally."

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The next morning.

Alric woke up a little later than usual.

When he went downstairs, only Doshi was sitting at the long table with a thick book open in front of him. He ate toast with jam in small bites while reading attentively, and from time to time he picked up a pen to make notes in the small notebook beside him.

Alric subconsciously glanced around the restaurant but didn't see any familiar figures.

He frowned, pulled out a chair and sat down, his Adam's apple rolling unnaturally. "Chen...Where's Cyril? Hasn't he gotten up yet?"

Without even looking up, Doshi was completely absorbed in the contents of the book and answered vaguely, "Oh, Cyril... He left early this morning to go to Olga Manor to see Master John about something."

Alric's hand holding the dinner knife paused, and his brow furrowed even more.

"He went to look for John Olga again? Hasn't the murderer been found? Joshua is in the court prison. Why is he still looking for John?"

Doshi then raised his head from the book, picked up the cup and took a big sip of milk. There were milk stains on the corners of his mouth. He held his face in his hands in confusion and shook his head.

"I don't know... maybe I want to make friends?"

"Although Master John looks a little gloomy, he seems to be quite knowledgeable. I have many friends, all kinds of them!"

As she spoke, she looked at Alric with a hint of ridicule in her eyes, "Do you think everyone is the same as you, the cold-blooded inspector with no friends?"

Alric: "..."

He put down his knife and threatened in a stern voice, "If you say another word, I will immediately write to the dean of the Ladies' College and suggest that she reconsider your admission and ask you to go back and learn how to speak elegantly."

"Ah! Alric! You awful fellow!"

Doshi jumped up immediately, picked up her book which was as thick as a brick, and ran out of the restaurant quickly.

Alric was the only one left in the restaurant.

He sat alone at the long table, cutting the fried eggs and bacon on the plate, but he felt that the delicious breakfast of the past had become tasteless.

The inexplicable irritability and overflowing possessiveness in my heart became more and more intense.

He just needed time to process it and space to readjust their relationship.

But he never allowed Cyril to run to someone else at a time like this!

Not to mention John Olga!

What's so good about John Olga?

Alric couldn't help but make a critical comparison in his mind. He had been addicted to opium for a long time, was frail, had an incredibly pale face, and a gloomy and eccentric personality. Moreover, he was so thin that he would almost fall down if the wind blew. How could Cyril like him?

Alric's thoughts suddenly paused, and his fingers subconsciously scratched the collar of his shirt.

In order to cover up the teeth marks and slight redness and swelling on my chest, I deliberately wore a gentleman's shirt with a higher collar and more complicated laces, but I could still feel the slight tingling and presence.

This made him feel uncomfortable and his ears felt slightly hot.

Alric put down his knife and fork, unable to sit here peacefully any longer.

Anxiety, jealousy and uneasiness made him stand up, pick up the suit jacket on the back of the chair, and decide to go to Olga Manor again.

He wanted to see what Cyril had come to see John Olga so early in the morning for!