raknovel Chapter 97 I can also sit in the chairman's position.
Chapter 97 I can also sit in the chairman's position.
Chapter 97 I can also sit in the chairman's position.
The curfew in Charlotte's neighborhood in the City of London was like a grey net cast over the Thames, covering the entire area completely.
An intersection was temporarily requisitioned as a checkpoint.
Iron fences were erected at both ends of the street, behind which stood policemen in dark uniforms, holding rifled guns with the muzzles pointing downwards but their fingers resting on the outside of the triggers.
Occasionally, a horse-drawn carriage would be stopped. The driver would hand over his identification, the policeman would check it with his head down, look up at the passengers inside the carriage, and then wave him on.
These police officers were all wearing ordinary uniforms and no extra protective gear.
On the one hand, it's impossible for London to immediately provide a large quantity of protective gear to the police. On the other hand, if a high-level ability user were to break through the checkpoint, this protective gear would be no different from paper.
Besides, their targets are just ordinary citizens; the real culprits are the detectives.
Two girls were standing in the most conspicuous spot at the intersection.
They weren't wearing police uniforms, but rather the standard school uniform of the Detective Association Academy: a dark blue short jacket, a black knee-length skirt, and a silver badge pinned to their chests.
The badge was engraved with the Tudor rose of the academy, the golden laurel wreath of royalty, and the magnifying glass of the detective's symbol. The three items were stacked together, gleaming with a brand-new luster in the sunlight.
They looked no more than sixteen or seventeen years old. Although the badges on their chests indicated that they were detectives, any normal person could see how immature they were.
One person leaned against a lamppost, tiptoeing and constantly shifting their feet; the other had their hands behind their back, fingers intertwined, like a student waiting for the bell to ring in class.
If someone were to look closely, they would notice a small green grass tip symbol at the very bottom of the two girls' badges.
This means that the two girls had neither graduated nor officially started working. They were temporarily assigned to make up the numbers.
The vast city of London was already short-staffed, not to mention that a considerable number of detectives were in other cities, since the whole of Britain couldn't possibly consist of only one city, London.
Faced with this unexpected situation, the association is short-staffed and has been forced to mobilize all the students in the college.
The girl on the left is slightly taller, with dark brown hair tied in a high ponytail with a black leather cord at the end. Her name is Leticia, a third-year student at the Detective Academy, majoring in summoning abilities and minoring in basic herbalism.
The girl on the right was a head shorter, with short, light blonde hair that reached her ears and the ends curled up slightly. Her name was Flora, and she was also a third-year student. She was majoring in combat ability development, but hadn't decided on a minor yet, since she had changed her minor three times.
"I heard the president of the Witch's Guild has personally appeared in London." Flora lowered her voice, her gaze sweeping over the pedestrians queuing for inspection, her lips barely moving. "That's why the whole city is under lockdown."
Her tone carried a smug air of "I know the inside story."
"Your information is outdated." Leticia rolled her eyes at her, slightly raised her chin, and put on a proud posture.
"I heard from a senior colleague that the entire courtroom has been compromised. All those senior figures have been imprisoned."
"Really?" Flora's mouth gaped open, looking extremely surprised.
"Of course it's true." Leticia lowered her voice even further, so low that only the two of them could hear. "Even that Sherlock Holmes got locked up."
Charlotte Holmes, a semi-special investigator and the representative of the Detective Guild, is one of the few detectives in all of Britain whose reputation can be matched by no more than three others.
Now even this important figure has been imprisoned?
She lowered her head, looked at the college badge on her chest, and patted her small chest with lingering fear.
"Luckily, I'm not that good. Otherwise, I would have had to go to trial too."
Leticia chuckled. "Dream on. You should be thinking about how to graduate smoothly first! If you don't reach Sequence 7, you'll be held back indefinitely."
Flora's face turned bright red instantly. "You're asking for it!"
She raised her small fist and punched the other person's shoulder. The force wasn't too great.
After all, they were both armed detectives, and her ability also had the effect of physical enhancement. Normally, breaking rocks with her bare hands was no problem for her, and once she got serious, she could break her friend's bones directly.
Leticia dodged to the side, but not completely. The fist landed on her upper arm, soft and yielding, like a ball of cotton hitting a wall.
"Ha!" She reached out and grabbed Flora's wrist. "How dare you disrespect your senior like me? You've gotten too big for your britches!"
"What senior? You only enrolled two days earlier than me, what kind of senior are you!" Frillie said, looking unconvinced.
"Even two days is your senior!"
The two's playful antics attracted the attention of the people in line.
A middle-aged man turned his head to look at them, his lips twitching as if he was suppressing a laugh. The woman holding a child next to them whispered something to the child, and both mother and child stared at the two girls wrestling together.
Flora was the first to notice the gazes; her hand froze in mid-air, and her cheeks turned from pink to deep red. "Stop fooling around, someone's watching."
She lowered her voice, withdrew her hand, and neatly hung it at her side.
Leticia stopped, cleared her throat, stood up straight, put her hands behind her back, and raised her chin slightly, trying to look like a competent royal armed detective, although the tips of her ears were still red.
After a brief moment of peace, once the gazes had gradually shifted away, Flora couldn't help but speak again, casually glancing across the street at the pedestrians being questioned.
"Speaking of which, even the guys from the Deduction Department have been dispatched. What can they do? I don't think they're even as capable as these police officers."
"I second that." Leticia nodded. "I think that chairman is really senile."
Flora's eyes widened for a moment, then narrowed.
She looked around and saw no senior officers or superiors, only a few policemen standing guard with their backs to them. This emboldened her, and she began to speak more recklessly.
"I really don't know what's so special about that woman. How did she become the president of the association? I'm really curious."
"Exactly!" Leticia raised her little fist and waved it in the air. "If I were to do it, I could beat her to a pulp. If she can sit in this position, why can't I?"
Flora looked at her and rolled her eyes at her with practiced ease, her gaze even carrying a hint of disdain.
"Don't worry." Leticia patted her shoulder, completely ignoring the disdain in the other's eyes. "Once I become the president, I'll appoint you as the vice president. After all, you're my junior."
"Here we go again!" Flora raised her fist once more. "You really are asking for it."
The laughter of the two girls rang out again at the intersection. At this moment, a policeman walked out from behind the cover, hesitated for a moment when he came up to the two girls, and then spoke.