"Xia...Sheroke?" Zhou Yan did not even reflect the meaning of this sentence at the first time: "Sherlock-level detective?!!!"

The fat uncle nodded.

Zhou Yan was confused...what are you doing, Sherlock-level detective?

Are they those who stand at the top of the detective level?

Why do such people appear here?

"You...are you all..." Zhou Yan subconsciously wanted to ask.

"Haha, you want to ask, "Didn't Sherlock level people disappear collectively seven years ago?" The detective named Benjamin smiled and said, "Indeed, there were many geniuses in the detective world seven years ago, and they have not been found yet, but not all Sherlock was missing at that time.

At that time 7 years ago, there were 42 Sherlock-level detectives around the world, but 29 disappeared without a trace overnight.

Then there are 14 left."

"It's 13." Zhou Yan corrected.

"Oh?" Benjamin was stunned for a moment, then frowned and thought for a while: "Oh, it seems that it is indeed 13th. Sorry, my math is not very good."

Zhou Yan looked at the other party's fat head awkwardly, and he couldn't help but start to complain.

What a bad thing, are you still Sherlock level? Addition and subtraction within 20, you are not just bad at math! Now some people say that you don’t know numbers, I believe it!

Looking at Zhou Yan's awkward expression, Benjamin didn't care at all, but instead waved his hand with a smile: "Hahaha, don't worry about these details, I'm indeed a little insensitive to numbers."

"But......"

"Oh, I understand you, you are doubting my Sherlock-level detective identity."

"Don't say that, I'm now doubting whether you are a mentally retarded person." Zhou Yan muttered in his heart.

Benjamin's cigarette had already reached the end. He took out a small plastic bag that the evidence collection team often used from his pocket, crushed the cigarette butt, stuffed the cigarette filter into the plastic bag, and put it into the pocket of the coat.

"Actually, I was not like this, but many years ago, I had a serious illness because I had not controlled my diet.

Cleavage of cerebrovascular rupture is very dangerous.

After treatment, my life was saved, but the 'topic-occipital lobe junction' of my brain was necrotic and the permanent damage was completely irreversible.

After that, I became very insensitive to numbers. Sometimes it takes a long time to calculate the addition and subtraction of two-digit numbers."

Benjamin said, pointing to a position behind his head.

"But fortunately, God closed a door and opened another window. After I was completely abandoned by mathematics, my perception of taste suddenly increased explosively."

"Sense of taste?" Zhou Yan couldn't help but frown when he heard this.

"Yes, taste...didn't you just ask me why you knew you had a pack of cigarettes in your pocket? That's the answer..." Benjamin explained: "But in order to make you trust me more, I can prove my abilities more carefully..."

As he said that, Benjamin shook his round head: "Well, the gas smell is very heavy, and the smell of heavy burnt, it is fibrous fabric, and... hair?

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Fortunately, everything has a cycle of life and death, and the same is true in the detective world.

So in the past few years, some new faces have appeared in the Sherlock-level field.

Among them, I include me.

To this day, there are 8 Sherlock detectives around the world.

And I am ashamed to say that the ranking is at the end...
Chapter completed!