The Return Of The God Level Assassin

1194  YUNYUE VS FENGHUANG (XXIX)

THE old manʼs faint smile remained, but he said nothing, letting the silence stretch between them. His sharp eyes stayed locked on Luo Yan, as if studying him, peeling back layers to see what lay beneath. His fingers tapped lightly on his cane. Finally, he spoke, his voice calm and even, with just a hint of amusement. ”You seem remarkably sure of yourself,” he said at last, his tone laced with a calm amusement that gave nothing away. ”Confidence, though admirable, can be a double-edged sword. Let us hope yours is as well-founded as you believe.” He didnʼt confirm or deny anything, leaving his words hanging like a challenge, daring Luo Yan to prove himself right.

Luo Yan let out a soft chuckle. He knew this guy wouldnʼt make it easy for him. But if he did, then he wouldnʼt be Sherlock Holmes. Then, Luo Yan just had to amp up his game.

”A man who plays the violin so well must surely appreciate the value of precision,” he began, his tone casual but deliberate. ”After all, itʼs not the notes you play but how you play them that reveals your character. So, if I were mistaken about who you are, youʼd correct me—because leaving a false impression would be an affront to your principles, wouldnʼt it? But you havenʼt corrected me.” He paused, raising an eyebrow, his lips curling into a knowing smile. ”Silence, after all, can be just as telling as words. Donʼt you agree, Mr. Holmes?”

The old manʼs brows lifted ever so slightly, the briefest flicker of surprise breaking through his composed expression. For a moment, he regarded Luo Yan in silence, as if reassessing him entirely. Then, he let out a low, soft chuckle, the sound rich and smooth, entirely different from the gruff, aged tone heʼd been using. Straightening slightly, he adjusted his posture with the ease of someone slipping out of an ill-fitting disguise. When he spoke again, his voice carried the unmistakable confidence of a man who knew he was always the sharpest mind in the room. ”Well done,” he said simply, his sharp gaze now laced with a glint of approval. ”Itʼs rare to find someone who observes not just what is said, but what is unsaid. You are correct—I am Sherlock Holmes.” The old man, no. Sherlock Holmes tilted his head, studying Luo Yan with renewed curiosity. ”Now, shall we dispense with pretenses and get to the heart of the matter? Youʼve gone through considerable effort to uncover me—surely it wasnʼt for a mere introduction.”

Luo Yan decided to drop the timid girl act entirely. At least in front of this guy. There was no point in pretending anyway—not with Sherlock Holmes. The man had already seen through his earlier act, and trying to fool him again would only waste time. Instead, he straightened his posture, meeting Holmesʼ gaze with confidence.

”Letʼs skip the formalities. Youʼve already seen through me once, so Iʼll just say it outright. My adoptive mother was attacked in her cabin last night. This morning, someone else on the train was found dead. I think itʼs the same attacker.” He looked at Holmes directly. ”This isnʼt about me or her—itʼs about the bigger picture. Two incidents in a single night on this train? Iʼm sure youʼve already noticed the patterns I havenʼt. If solving this doesnʼt interest you, fine. But if it does, Iʼm here to help. Iʼve already done what I can with the pieces I have—now Iʼm handing it to you.”

”Hmm… quite right. I, too, find it unlikely that the attack last night and Mrs. Bowmanʼs death are mere coincidences,” Holmes said, his tone thoughtful. Then, his sharp gaze fixed on Luo Yan. ”But what intrigues me more is how someone of your apparent age came to such a conclusion—and even managed to enlist the assistance of a train attendant to orchestrate this little encounter. Tell me, young lady, are you truly a child?”

Luo Yan didnʼt know if he should feel flattered that the Sherlock Holmes was much more curious of him than the very interesting case they had at hand or be worried that he might not be able to help their team because his attention was somewhere else? Well, he couldnʼt really blame Mr. Holmes. After all, he was just that interesting. And to think he was not even in his Noctis avatar. The other would probably be mesmerized with him if he also knew how beautiful he was.

He let out a helpless sigh. The only way to move forward was to give Sherlock Holmes an answer that would satisfy his curiosity. The problem was, anything he said might only make Holmes even more interested in him. He did have one outlandish answer in mind, but if he used it, Holmes might fixate on him even more. Still, maybe if he started with the wild answer and followed it up with a more logical one, it would redirect Holmesʼ attention back to the case where it should belong.

Luo Yan let out a dramatic sigh, clasping his hands together as if preparing for a grand revelation. Then, in the most overly theatrical tone he could muster, he said, ”Ah, as expected of the great Mr. Holmes! Youʼve uncovered my secret with astonishing speed. The truth is… Iʼm actually an adult, but I suffer from a rare and mysterious condition that keeps me from aging.” He widened his eyes and added a wistful shake of his head for effect. ”A tragic curse, wouldnʼt you agree?” It was so exaggerated that anyone paying attention, let alone Sherlock Holmes, would immediately recognize it as a blatant lie.

Holmes raised an eyebrow, a faint smirk appearing on his face. ”A rare condition? How creative,” he said plainly. ”You didnʼt truly expect me to believe that, did you?”

Luo Yan leaned back slightly in his seat, folding his arms and fixing Holmes with a look that was almost serious. ”The truth is, Iʼm a genius,” he said, pausing for effect before adding with a faint smirk, ”Some things just come naturally to people like me.”