Chapter 504: Detective Story Time

Although he had been convinced from the start that Fu Luo probably hadn’t done anything excessive, Lin Yu still felt a bit shocked when the correct answer was revealed.

Fu Luo, so your way of currying favor with the Head of the Sleepless Night Family is to tell stories?

And it seemed he’d grafted Sherlock Holmes and Hercule Poirot’s tales onto himself…

Dude, your ID is Furbollo, do you actually think you’re both of them?

And the family head too—at first glance she looked like a little girl, but her conversation with Sleepless Sky Huo Le earlier sounded very mature.

Now that he looked again, it seemed she still retained some parts of being a little girl?

Although Lin Yu had a thousand sarcastic thoughts in his head, he obediently began to tell the story.

At the same time, he felt grateful…

“Good thing I’ve also read Agatha’s The Mysterious Affair at Styles, and I remember the general plot.”

Lin Yu cleared his throat, sat down, and began to tell the novel in Fu Luo’s voice to the Head of the Sleepless Night Family.

The family head sat quietly in Lin Yu’s arms, her eyes bright as she listened to the story, occasionally making sounds like “Oh—.”

Because The Mysterious Affair at Styles is Agatha Christie’s debut, its structure is relatively simple, and Lin Yu quickly finished recounting the whole story.

“I see, so it was poisoning in advance… Not extremely clever, but quite interesting.”

After hearing Lin Yu’s retelling, the family head commented in sudden realization.

After she had spoken, she jumped out of Lin Yu’s arms: “Overall, I think your case this time can only be considered upper-medium in complexity and novelty.”

Lin Yu smiled at the family head and replied, “Indeed, this isn’t a particularly special case…”

The family head before him must have planned many assassinations…

Techniques that appear in early detective novels like The Mysterious Affair at Styles might not be fresh or thrilling to her.

Lin Yu propped his chin on his hand and looked at the family head. “Shall I tell you another one?”

“Of course!”

The family head raised both hands and laughed happily, then sat back down opposite Lin Yu.

Lin Yu cleared his throat.

Since the family head had earlier mentioned that the assistant changed from Watson to Hastings, the Holmes stories must have already been told by Furbollo; now it was Poirot’s turn.

And considering The Mysterious Affair at Styles is the series’ first work, Lin Yu guessed this was likely the first Poirot story Fu Luo would have told.

So as long as he told a Poirot story next, it was very likely the family head hadn’t heard it.

Lin Yu didn’t care that Fu Luo would then have one less story to tell.

While thinking, Lin Yu quickly came up with a new plan.

“The next case I’ll tell you is about a serial killer who deliberately provokes me. This is a serial killer who kills according to the alphabetical order of surnames…”

As he spoke, Lin Yu began to unfold the plot of The ABC Murders.

Soon, Lin Yu finished that case as well.

Compared to The Mysterious Affair at Styles, when Agatha Christie wrote The ABC Murders her style had matured. By then the title “Queen of Crime” already belonged to her. Although The ABC Murders might not be as experienced as her most famous works like The Murder of Roger Ackroyd, Murder on the Orient Express, or And Then There Were None, its plot was definitely excellent and introduced some new concepts in suspense and deduction.

This time the family head listened with far more fascination.

By the time Lin Yu revealed the solution, the family head sighed.

“The best place to hide a leaf is in the forest…”

“This is truly interesting, beyond my expectations.”

She said this while propping her cheek with one hand and looking at Lin Yu: “I really like this case.”

“Although I’d like to hear a few more, for now let’s talk about serious matters.”

“Huo Le came to me to ask for an invitation to Huo Xing’s birthday banquet, and to seek some benefits for herself…”

“And you, why did you come? Why do you want to attend Huo Xing’s birthday banquet?”

Lin Yu answered seriously: “I just wanted to give Huo Le a little more advantage. Someone has to do the things she’s not good at.”

Then Lin Yu changed tone: “Besides, I haven’t returned for a long time. Since I’m back, of course I must come see you right away.”

That answer was near perfect.

Hearing Lin Yu say this, the family head couldn’t help but laugh softly.

“That answer truly has A Luo’s style.”

“You really are getting better and better at making me happy, how nice.”

“And you even think of Huo Le like that… I’m delighted.”

The family head said this, slightly squinting her eyes.

She resembled Sleepless Sky Huo Le and Sleepless Sky Huo Shu by about seventy to eighty percent; both siblings had the same fiery red eyes as their mother, the lifted fox-like eye corners.

But the family head’s eyes were narrower than her children’s; when she squinted she looked exactly like a little fox.

“But A Luo, do you know which god chose me?”

When Lin Yu heard the family head ask this, he answered lightly: “I don’t know, did you tell me before? I don’t remember.”

“I haven’t said, but you can guess.”

The family head said this, and Lin Yu shook his head: “How could I possibly guess.”

Actually, he could have guessed.

After all, it was known that behind Truth Corporation were the God of Miracles and the God of Wisdom.

So it had to be one of those two.

Moreover, Lin Yu had already seen a “statue” downstairs.

From that statue’s vibe and from the study up here, it wasn’t hard for Lin Yu to infer…

If nothing went awry, the family head should be the Chosen One of the God of Wisdom.

Sure enough, the family head said calmly.

“I am the Chosen One of the God of Wisdom.”

Saying that, she stood up and looked at Lin Yu with keen interest.

“So… which god sent you?”

“And, what have you done to A Luo?”

As she spoke, all the bookshelves trembled. Thick books rose into the air and hovered, their pages rustling as they flipped.

“Although you’re already convincing enough… you are not A Luo.”

The family head said this quietly.

Lin Yu, hearing his identity exposed, remained seated.

“Hm… I’ve been seen through.”

It was expected.

He felt no panic at all.

After all, being discovered at this point—or rather, having the other party reveal it at this point—was completely acceptable to Lin Yu.