"What! All of that was fake?"

Leonardo's eyes widened with excitement when he heard that Ruth was still alive, and he stared at Mrs. Hudson's face expectantly, hoping for a satisfactory answer. Mrs. Hudson nodded, giving the affirmation he was most looking forward to.

"Actually, your acting skills are very good, but you overlooked the fact that you didn't ask Leonardo what kind of opponent Leonardo met after meeting us, which makes me suspicious, because this is not the mindset of a school leader. Eric lightly pointed out Mrs. Hudson's flaws.

"It seems to be my negligence. I studied psychology and I knew what kind of expressions to use to express my inner world appropriately, but I forgot to act from the perspective of social roles. Mrs. Hudson generously admitted her mistake, even with a hint of regret.

"What!what!social roles!psychology!" Leonardo, who realized that he had been completely fooled, yelled angrily at Mrs. Hudson, and he pointed at Thatch, "Mrs. Hudson, I am very disappointed in you that you actually teamed up with this Waffi dog to lie to me...... You're amazing! Maybe you can consider going to Hollywood, I even have the name of your movie in mind, it's shameless betrayal!"

Mrs. Hudson pursed her lips apologetically. Thatch, on the other hand, put it bluntly: "If you tell you, you're just messing things up." Your IQ and mental level will only strip yourself naked and stand in front of this detective kid!"

Leonardo's face flushed with anger, and his beard shook even more violently. He retorted angrily: "Come on, you actually have the face to judge my IQ, I can interpret the transformation of cells from the Jewish Book of Abraham, what about you?Oh~ Forget, you are good at stealing achievements that could have benefited the world into the next three indiscriminate weapons for your promotion!"

Seeing that the war between Leonardo and Thatch was about to be rekindled, the door of the living room suddenly made three polite knocks on the door. Mrs. Hudson thanked her heartfelt thanks for this most aptly greeting.

"Ma'am, I've got all the photos and letters you wanted, now~" Monica's voice came from outside the door, but she seemed to realize that she had come at the wrong time.

"Come in, Monica, you couldn't have come at the right time. Mrs. Hudson decided to add a 10% commission to Monica at the end of the month.

Monica cautiously walked in with a silver platter, holding her breath as hard as she could, trying her best to control the weight of her footing, lest she become a "point of fire" for the two big men. "Damn high heels, why am I wearing these stilettos today!" Monica walked straight to her room after exiting the living room, "Why do women have to be on high heels for half their lives." ”

In the living room, a white envelope and a black-and-white photograph framed in gold wire are placed on a delicate silver platter. The inscription and time on the envelope indicate that it was sent to Mrs. Hudson during his campaign for president, and the elaborate framed photograph is even more intriguing: the photograph is about thirty years old, and Mrs. Hudson is a quiet and beautiful young woman, and Jefferson is a handsome, deep young man, standing side by side in the middle of the photograph. Beside Mrs. Hudson stood the swaggering Leonardo, and if it weren't for the two thick mustaches on his face and a pair of lofty eyes, no one would have thought that this well-proportioned, radiant young man and the fat guy with big ears and excited face in front of him were the same person.

Next to Leonardo stood a man with an unhappy face, who seemed to express his deep disgust for taking pictures, although there were many changes, but he could still recognize at a glance that this was Thatch, who has now become one of the most powerful people in country E. Only the skinny boy next to Jefferson was difficult to guess for a while.

"Is this Thompson?" Although Eric didn't want to admit that this skinny guy and the muscular man who could lift him up with one hand were the same person, but he and Thompson were the only ones who knew about Chiko's background, and judging from the reactions of Thatch and Mrs. Hudson, it was clear that they also knew about the unknown relationship between Chiko and Jefferson.

"Yes, I expected you to be surprised. But it was Thompson, who grew up loving to follow Jefferson, and we all called him Jefferson's little tail. But his physical development was a beat slower than the average person...... But...... Life in the barracks seemed to give him a second development. Seeing Chiko's surprised eyes, Mrs. Hudson explained in the most concise terms.

"Oh~ Jefferson didn't tell me that, and you guys. Eric had to admit that although he had been with Jefferson for a long time, he was not aware of his relationship with Thompson and his great connection to the Nicholas School.

"Nevertheless, I know you, who have praised your abilities before me, and called you a disciple of Sherlock Holmes. Mrs. Hudson also personally confirmed that Jefferson was right.

"Oh, what a disciple of Sherlock Holmes, who was injected and washed away from his memory. Leonardo seized this opportunity to suppress Eric's arrogance.

Leonardo touched Eric's sore spot, much to his frustration. "Mr. Holmes has never been so badly defeated. Eric's eyes showed a sense of frustration and anger.

"Mr. Holmes also doesn't hold an all-win record. Mrs. Hudson was very understanding.

"Thank God, your voice is much better than the boring chirping of a fat pig. Eric barely smiled brightly, "And then, you and Thatch arranged a vivid drama to test my loyalty, and unabashedly reveal your relationship, a president, a speaker of parliament, and the head of two secret agents, this is definitely the most exciting news of the century, do you think that I am good enough not to extort a sum from you?"

Thatch gave a scornful smile, as if to warn Eric of his betrayal. But Mrs. Hudson's tone was tinged with trust: "Isn't it, I trust Jefferson's vision." On the issue of blackmail, for me, a retired woman who has moved away from right and wrong, there is no difference between a few hundred million more and a few hundred million less. ”

Eric heard the amount of the commission this time, he swallowed a mouthful of saliva and asked, "You~really rare~"

Thatch coldly reminded, "Detective boy, this is no better than your previous commission, although Jefferson trusts you, but you better know what kind of enemy you are going to face." ”