Twenty minutes ago...

Sherlock Holmes walked past Feng Bujue and sat down in the chair next to the Professor, placing his cigarette case on the table. "How did you deduce that the Professor had a partner?"

Feng Bujue smiled. "There are six seats here, aren't there?"

"Based on that alone?" Moriarty asked.

"Isn't that enough?" Feng Bujue leaned back in his chair, spreading his hands. "Your pursuit of order and precision has become an instinct. How could meaningless things appear in your 'inner world'?" He tapped the table lightly twice with his finger. "Theoretically, if all four of us interdimensional travelers came here, plus you, that would only be five people. So why would there be a sixth chair? Simple, because there is someone else."

"Then how did you know that the person coming to the table would be the Professor's partner, and not another guest?" Holmes asked again.

"Because I guessed that person would be you," Feng Bujue replied.

"Hmph..." Holmes blew a smoke ring. "You learned from the Magic Mirror that the Professor is the owner here. And after watching that video, you deduced that both the Professor and I are in this space." He paused. "I can understand that, but why did you think the Professor and I are partners?"

"He's right," Moriarty added. "People usually think of us as mortal enemies."

"You're both already dead," Feng Bujue said. "How can there be any talk of mortal enemies?"

"Heh...continue," Holmes said with a smile.

"'Arch-enemies' are a relationship built on mutual respect and recognition. Therefore, arch-enemies… are rare and hard to come by," Feng Bujue said. "In comparison, friendships are much easier to cultivate. You just need to understand and tolerate each other's bad habits."

Feng Bujue looked at the two of them. "You two are arch-enemies, not mortal enemies. Of course, you did have hatred for each other, but after death... that no longer exists." He said, "Birds of a feather flock together. Leaving aside the identities of consulting criminal and consulting detective, you are very similar people. Given the opportunity, the possibility of you colluding is extremely high."

Moriarty's expression didn't change much. He said coldly, "If your wording were a little more elegant, I would be tempted to applaud you."

Feng Bujue curled his lip, noncommittal.

"Then... how did you deduce the 'inner world' thing?" Holmes asked again.

"The Magic Mirror told me..." Feng Bujue replied, "Before I could ask my second question, the Magic Mirror couldn't wait to ask me if my second question was 'Who are the spiritual hosts of these two spaces?'" Feng Bujue laughed. "The moment he said that, I didn't need to ask anymore."

"yourbrain, yourrule," Feng Bujue said, looking at the Professor. "It's obvious that in the world you've constructed, I'm restricted." He was naturally referring to the inability to use his knapsack inventory. "Nothing I 'brought in' to this world can be used." As he spoke, he took out his folding knife from his pocket and placed it in front of him. "But when I return to my own memory space, I can not only use the items I already had, but also the ones I got from you. I think... that's because the things I got in this world have also become a part of my 'memory'."

"As for the spatial transfer between these two worlds, it shouldn't be related to actual physical phenomena, otherwise the things in my pocket would have been lost in the waterfall's rapids long ago." Feng Bujue put his hands behind his head. "In my memory space, the items are wet simply because of the water in the bathtub."

"Hmm... not bad," Holmes said. "But not entirely accurate."

"I'm all ears," Feng Bujue said.

Holmes replied, "Let the Professor tell you about that."

Moriarty looked directly at Feng Bujue and said in a deep voice, "This is not just my spiritual world, but a space composed of collective will." He straightened his collar. "Mr. Holmes and I are just more powerful than the other wills here, so we have taken the lead and become the rulers of the space."

"I see," Feng Bujue said. "Then I wonder if I can make this assumption... if, spiritually, even for just a few seconds, I can become stronger than you two, then I will become the master here?"

"Yes," Moriarty replied in a grim tone. "You can try at any time." He sneered, "As long as you master the rules of this space and can surpass me in will, you can snap your fingers and make me explode like a balloon."

"Then... what are the 'rules' of this space?" Feng Bujue said.

"That's for you to figure out yourself," Moriarty replied.

As they were talking, a figure suddenly appeared in the chair next to Feng Bujue. It was none other than Honghu.

"Hmm... where is this..." Honghu, seeing the personal task that had been ticked off in the taskbar, immediately understood. "Is this the seventh floor?"

"Welcome to the Deduction Club," Feng Bujue said to Honghu, taking over before the Professor could speak.

"Brother Feng..." Honghu looked around. "Who are these two?"

"Oh? You don't know?" Feng Bujue pondered. "So... the memory spaces we each experience are different."

Hearing this, Honghu asked, "Didn't you meet Peter Pan, Brother Feng?"

"I met the Magic Mirror, succubi, and the like..." Feng Bujue said.

Honghu sighed. "Alas... I talked about life for half an hour with a bald middle-aged man who claimed to be Peter Pan."

"Ah?" Feng Bujue was also stunned.

"He said he left Neverland, chose to grow up, found a job, got married and had children, paid the mortgage, paid for insurance... later, he even talked about the financial crisis and rising oil prices..." Honghu's eyes held a look of great fear. "I don't know why, but the more I listened, the more hopeless I felt about life..."

"Oh, you really are unlucky," Feng Bujue said. "I had it much better. First, the Magic Mirror subtly told me the fact that I am the most handsome person in the world, then I killed the ghosts of Cinderella's stepmother and two stepsisters, and finally had a fling with a succubus."

After hearing this, Honghu only felt like he had been stabbed.

"Haha! Actually, I made it all up, just wanted to see your reaction," Feng Bujue laughed.

"I'm warning you, don't add me as a friend after the script ends," Honghu said coldly without expression.

"Ahem... you two," Moriarty cleared his throat.

Feng Bujue seemed to have just remembered the existence of the two Bosses on the other side. "Oh, right, right, I forgot to introduce you." He turned to Honghu and said, "This is Professor James Moriarty." He gestured with his hand. "The one smoking the pipe next to him is Mr. Sherlock Holmes."

"Oh! Nice to meet you, nice to meet you." Honghu actually wanted to go over and shake their hands.

"Don't move." The moment Holmes said this, he reached out and flicked his pipe. This casual action of his caused Honghu to be pressed back into his seat by an invisible force.

"I haven't finished yet," Feng Bujue continued from where he left off. "The Professor is the owner here, and Mr. Holmes is his partner."

Honghu's brain seemed to short-circuit for a few seconds. The response he finally gave was: "I see..."

"Yes, that's right," Feng Bujue said.

"Everyone, now that four people have taken their seats," Moriarty said at this time, "let the game begin."

"What game?" Honghu asked.

"A little game that the Professor and I invented together as a pastime during the Deduction Club meetings," Holmes said.

Feng Bujue said, "I'd like to ask, how many members does your club have in total?"

"Currently, only the two of us," Moriarty replied.

"The other members haven't all died in this pastime, have they?" Feng Bujue asked.

"Heh..." Moriarty smiled, everything was implicit.

"Feng Bujue, you arrived before Honghu, so you go first," Holmes said.

At the same time, the Professor snapped his fingers, and a neatly stacked pile of cards appeared on the table out of thin air.

"Wow~ how nice," Feng Bujue said sarcastically.

"This game requires at least two people who know the 'truth' to participate, and on this table, the ones who know the truth are the Professor and I," Moriarty explained. "In the card pile in front of you, there are four types of cards: [Hint], [Inquiry], [Speculation], and [Presumption]. Newcomers need to enter the game with [Hint]."

"So, I have to draw a [Hint] now?" Feng Bujue asked.

"No, you don't need to choose a card yourself." As Moriarty spoke, the card pile on the table unfolded on its own, scattering and covering the entire table.

"Hmph..." Holmes continued, "The [Hints] have already been given to you, there are five sentences in total."

As soon as these words came out, Feng Bujue and Honghu instantly understood that this was referring to the five messages from before.

"When you were active in the memory space, you should have encountered situations that matched these hints," Holmes said. "Each time you encountered one, it would be considered one hint being consumed." He paused for two seconds, then continued, "And for each of the remaining sentences, you have to draw a [Hint] card."

"Sounds like this card isn't anything good..." Feng Bujue didn't finish his sentence.

Moriarty interrupted, "You'll understand when you read one out loud."

"Ha? Who's afraid of who?" Feng Bujue slammed the table. "Greet a miserable fate with a smile, and deal with all this misfortune with a hundred times the courage." As soon as he said this, a [Hint] card automatically moved in front of him.

"Pretty high-tech," Brother Jue reached out and flipped the card over. "I picked it up, so what?"

Moriarty and Holmes didn't say anything. One gave a cold laugh, and the other smoked his pipe.

Seeing that they didn't react, Feng Bujue's gaze fell on the card.

The front of this card was printed with the face of a clown.

Almost the instant his gaze made contact, the card fell from Feng Bujue's hand. And his hand, involuntarily, reached for the folding knife on the table…