Collapse Simulator: Raging at the Imaginary Tree

3. "Under the Rainbow (White): You may be traveling with your peers."

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7. "Visitors from Another World (Purple): You may hear some news from another world."

"Refresh." Yun Ling looked at the fixed talent of "Dragon and Phoenix among Men" and seriously suspected that this was a bad taste of the system or its creator.

After refreshing several times, a few talents that Yun Ling was slightly interested in finally appeared.

1. "Stubborn (white): Once you decide on something, you will always stick to it until the end."

2. "Careful (blue): Always able to discover details that are difficult for ordinary people to notice."

3. "Photographic Memory (Blue): Possessing the ability to remember everything he sees."

4. "Rational Thinking (Purple): Able to enter an absolutely rational state at any time, controllable.

The only negative buff he has is a stubborn mind, while the rest are talents that tend towards theory and thinking. Will he become a mathematician or physicist?

Yun Ling closed his eyes and thought.

Soon, the system responded.

"Random identity: detective!"

"The eighth life simulation begins!"

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Chapter 229 Watson

In 19th-century London, the streets were filled with the smell of coal smoke and horse manure.

The gas lamps emit a faint and flickering light in the foggy night, casting a mysterious veil over this industrial city.

On the streets, gentlemen in well-tailored suits, top hats, and canes walked hurriedly. Ladies in long, tightly-fitting dresses and small hats adorned with feathers and lace carried elegant manners. Workers in rough clothing and flat hats bore the marks of a day's work.

A tall, thin man walked slowly through the crowd. His steps were firm and rhythmic, and his eyes were cloudy but with a confident edge.

He wore a dark cloak and a deerstalker hat, an attire that was unusual at the time, yet possessed a unique charm. He always held a pipe in his hand, puffing from time to time, the smoke swirling around him as if he were pondering some complex problem.

“This month’s expenses seem a bit high again…”

He rubbed his fingers on the pipe and muttered to himself.

It seems that his detective agency has to move again. The high rent forces him to bow his head to life temporarily.

When he returned to his residence, a piece of mail was lying quietly in his mailbox.

He opened the envelope and saw that it was signed by Stanford Jr., a friend he knew.

The content of the letter was roughly about finding him a shared house on Baker Street, with the rent split equally. It was a little smaller than his current residence, but very cheap.

He took a puff of his pipe and then slowly exhaled, the smoke hitting the letter and being pushed to both sides.

"221B Baker Street... go check it out."

Baker Street is not particularly far from here, but it is relatively remote.

Soon, he found his destination by following the house number.

He knocked on the door gently, the doorbell rang, and the door was slowly pushed open.

To his surprise, the person who opened the door was a tomboy with a delicate face.

Her turquoise eyes held a subtle melancholy, her hair was tied up in a high ponytail, and she wore a pair of single-frame glasses. Although the windbreaker she wore was a bit strange, it wonderfully combined all her elements together.

No Adam's apple, is it a girl? Little Stanford didn't tell him!

He complained a few words in his heart. Although he was an older single man, it did not mean that he had the impulse called "desire" in his heart. Besides, it was more or less inconvenient to share a house with a girl.

"Hello, I'm Sherlock Holmes. I heard you can share a place here, so I came here to take a look."

Just at this moment, he noticed that the other person's eyes seemed to be filled with emotions called "shock" and "disbelief".

It was as if she had met someone unexpected.

"cloud..."

Words unique to China emanated from her mouth.

But she pursed her lips and still didn't call out the name.

"Miss, do we know each other?" he asked doubtfully.

"...Nice to meet you. I'm John H. Watson."

Watson's chest was inexplicably excited, causing his breathing to become heavy, and the ups and downs of his chest became more obvious.

"Well, hello. I'll call you Watson. Are you planning to have this conversation at the door? I don't mind, but I think it would be much more convenient for us to talk if there were some comfortable chairs."

He didn't care about Watson's abnormality. There were too many strange people and too many strange things in this world.

"Please... please come in!" Watson then realized that he had just left him at the door, and hurriedly moved aside to let him in.

He put out his pipe and went inside.

The furnishings in the house were relatively simple. There was a long table in the middle of the room, piled with books, documents and newspapers.

Maps and charts hung on the walls, pinned to the decadent wallpaper with pushpins.

Below is a large armchair, the leather surface of the chair has been slightly worn, leaving some traces of time.

Except for the long table which was a little messy, everything else was in good order.

"Are you a detective too, Watson?" he inquired.

Because he is a detective himself, he is very familiar with this kind of environment.

This kind of arrangement could be either a police station or a detective station, but the police station obviously wouldn't be located in such a remote place, let alone allow outsiders to enter.

"Uh...sort of. I came here to track down a criminal," Watson explained.

"Criminal?" He glanced at the newspaper on the desk.

These are all major events that have happened in London recently.

"Watson, you should be from Shenzhou, right?" he asked.

From some details of life, he could roughly infer Watson's hometown. The words marked in red pen on the newspaper were obviously from China.

"Yeah." Watson nodded.

He walked around the room a few more times and was quite satisfied with everything here.

"Don't you have anything to ask me?" His sudden question caught Watson off guard.

"What?" Watson seemed a little confused about what he said.

"Probably since you came in, you have been observing me, observing my face, detailed movements and things like that? Do I... look like someone you have known before?" he asked.

"...Yeah, very similar." Watson looked into his eyes and nodded.

"It's a pity. Although I have learned a little Shenzhou language, I have never been to Shenzhou, so he may not be the person you know." He spread his hands.

"He...is dead." Watson pursed his lips and replied.

"I'm really saddened by this news."

He took off his hat and looked solemn.

"I am also a detective, but I have solved too few cases and have not yet become famous. I wonder if you will agree to let me live in this place after getting to know me?" He looked at Watson and asked.

"Of course, there's nothing wrong with that." Watson nodded in agreement.

"It's a pleasure to work with you, my friend." He extended his hand and shook hands with Watson.

Not long after, he moved his things here and lived in his own small room.

In order to build a good relationship with this somewhat unfamiliar roommate, he spent about an evening learning Shenzhou language.

This was not a difficult task for him who had a photographic memory.

But the accent is a little weird and it will take some time to correct.

"Watson, good morning." He tried to communicate with Watson in Shenzhou language.

"...You can also speak Shenzhou language?" Fu Hua's cold face couldn't hold back a bit when she heard the strange pronunciation.

"I just learned it last night. I even gave myself the name Shenzhou. You can call me that from now on."

Of course he noticed Watson's expression, but he didn't seem embarrassed, after all, he was just a beginner.

"What is it?" Watson asked curiously.

"Yunling, the Yun of cloud, the Ling of command."

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Chapter 230 The First Case

Watson never imagined that the name he gave himself would be Yunling.

Is it a coincidence? Or...

"You seem surprised. Does this name have any special meaning? Of course, I'm discussing this with you. After all, Watson, you're from Shenzhou. If I accidentally chose a name related to an animal that's unique to Shenzhou, it would be a laughing stock."

He said half jokingly.

"No...no...this name is great! Sorry...I have something to do, so I'll be out for a while." Watson's face was a little nervous and confused.

Then she immediately rushed out the door and used the communicator in her hand to call a certain unscrupulous blond bishop.

"Hey, my old friend, how's it going? Have you found him?"

A voice with a hint of amusement sounded, and it was obvious that the other party was the Supreme Bishop of the Mandate of Heaven, Otto Apokalis.

"You arranged him to be by my side?!" Watson's tone unconsciously became a little excited.

Otto was stunned, feeling a little confused.

"Old friend, I may not understand what you are saying. Who are you talking about? Moriarty?" Otto asked doubtfully.

Moreover, he keenly noticed that there was some emotion in Fu Hua's tone!

This is really strange, that someone could cause her emotions to fluctuate.

"...It's okay." Fu Hua hung up the phone directly and took two deep breaths.

She would rather believe that Otto found someone who looked similar and played a prank on her.

But if that was the case, Otto had no need to hide it.

Perhaps she had already become numb, and finding Yun Ling had become an obsession in her heart.

Find him, then what?

Fu Hua didn't know how to express everything about herself.

Otto looked at the call that had been hung up, and a feeling of doubt began to grow in his heart.

The person who can cause Fu Hua to have emotional fluctuations...

"Go check Fu Hua's current situation, as well as the people around her and those she has come into contact with." Otto instructed the assistant beside him.

"Yes, Lord Bishop."

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"You look anxious, is it because of the name?" he inquired.

"...No." Watson shook his head and denied it.

Although he knew that Watson was lying, he did not expose her mask. After all, it was better to leave some privacy for each other when living under the same roof.

The main thing is that this is not something worth delving into. To him, it's just a name.

He sat in an armchair and looked in the latest newspaper to see if there were any cases.

Although he is a private detective, if he does not take the initiative to find cases, he will starve to death in this foggy street.

Alas, another day of bowing to money.

For several days, he didn't receive a single case and didn't see anything of interest. If this continued, he might have to go out on the street and play the violin to earn some extra money.