Painfully pinching his brow, Sherlock Worth tore off the simulated portrait, crumpled it into a ball, and tossed it away.
If he found someone with this thing, it would be a ghost!
Afterward, he no longer paid attention to the emotional natives and turned his gaze toward a few teenagers in the corner.
Entrusting the task of comforting the families to the native police, Sherlock Worth walked up, smiling lightly, and nodded.
"Hello."
"Hello."
The leading girl nodded modestly, her emotions indifferent, seemingly unwilling to say more.
Seeing this, Sherlock Worth merely opened his coat, revealing the inner lining with a purple-gold three lions badge adorned with a crown.
"Scotland Yard Superintendent—Sherlock Worth, you're the contestants, right?"
Seeing the noble and elegant purple-gold luster, the group of teenagers immediately assumed a respectful demeanor, their previously impatient looks turning clear and respectful.
"Yes, sir."
"What exactly happened?"
