Falsifying history is good business

Chapter 373 The True God Ares in This Timeline
Lin You's reminder did not receive a good response.

"We didn't ask for your opinion. I can see all the traces." The attitude of the God of War Tyr was relatively good, while the God of Thunder Thor looked like he would hit Lin You with a hammer at any time.

"Before you decide to act on impulse, I just want to remind you of two things." Lin You said calmly, like a bystander, "We both have a common interest in dealing with Patrick Morgan. Secondly, Patrick has at least one true god helping him, and they have successfully captured Loki."

Tyr frowned and said nothing; Thor roared without thinking: "What you think is none of my business, and what we do is none of your business."

No one present, whether human or god, would doubt that if the timing was not wrong, Thor would definitely fight Lin You again. In the eyes of the Thunder God, both the God of Truth and the Writer were enemies; aren't enemies meant to be fought?

People holding a hammer in their hands often have simple ideas. They just knock on anything they encounter first.

Lin You was too lazy to argue with such a brainless person, and looked at the Goddess of Death Hela; "The one who is missing is the God of Lies and Deception. Among all those present, only Lady Hela is Loki's direct relative. Madam, what do you think?"

Thor was furious at being ignored by the writer and was about to explode when he was stopped by the God of War.

"Let Her Excellency Hela make the decision."

Tyr said so, and firmly stopped Thor from speaking again. It doesn't matter if you make one or two mistakes when refuting an enemy, but when you speak to your own people without thinking, the consequences are sometimes more serious.

Everyone’s eyes were focused on Hela’s half-healthy, half-withered face.

“My father had been looking for Patrick Morgan, but in the end, he found Him first.” Hela did not make a direct decision, but this practice of “avoiding the topic” itself was an attitude; “We even delayed a lot of important things because of this.”

“Oh, so I should thank the ‘God of Truth’? He has saved me a lot of trouble.” Lin You sneered; of course he knew what Hela meant by “business”. At the same time, he was secretly muttering in his heart, no wonder the accountant and his friends had not found many valuable clues to the “unknown” factors over the years.

Even a brief cooperation in the hunt for Patrick could not change the hostile relationship between the author and the Norse pantheon.

Tyr pressed on, "No clues at all? Hiding place, alias, Loki might have been taken to the enemy's lair."

Thor reminded irritably: "There is more than one person who can capture Loki, Patrick Morgan, there is also the true god Ares. Don't forget, He is also in the time restricted area..."

"He is not in the time forbidden zone." Hela suddenly interrupted Thor, "Although we did not find Patrick Morgan, Father Wu and I did not gain nothing; at least we can confirm that the true god Ares is not in the time forbidden zone. When they used the 'Sand of Time' to create the time forbidden zone, they immediately left this time line."

"Are you sure, Ms. Hela?" Lin You asked quickly.

Hela nodded. Although her expression was indifferent, she made her meaning very clear.

"That means there is one less suspect in Loki's kidnapping." Lin You sighed, "What a pity! I have one less card to play. I was planning to let Ares and Patrick from this timeline meet!"

"If the same true god from different timelines meets, it will cause irreparable damage to the timeline; you should know this." Tyr said sternly.

“But you must have thought of this, right?” Lin You’s smile was meaningful, and he confidently blamed everyone for his dark thoughts. “If it really comes to a point where we have no choice… no matter how much damage the timeline suffers, even if it affects the stability of the big world plan, there will always be other gods who will have a bigger headache than you.”

The Nordic gods on the opposite side kept their mouths shut, as if they didn't know how to deal with such "frank" villain's mind; but every word of the other party hit the darkest part of their hearts.

Finally, it was Lin You who took the initiative to change the topic back: "The two true gods who kidnapped Loki, excluding Ares, and deducting Patrick who is almost confirmed, there is still an unknown mysterious visitor. Who is it?"

The writer asked the question, his eyes moving between the three Norse gods, but all he saw was confusion.

"The only thing that can be confirmed is that Patrick Morgan has a powerful helper. Or maybe a group of them." Tyr's tone was heavy. After slowing down his speech, his rough voice was filled with a low sense of oppression. "A powerful true god cannot appear out of thin air. I have never heard of another true god being deprived of his divinity like Ares."

The writer sneered and said, "This may also explain why Patrick Morgan dared to betray you, the Norse God family. Previously, I could not understand why he dared to offend the Norse God family; now that I think about it, he must have found a new home and a new backer long ago."

"If that's all you can say..." Thor glared at Lin You, the hammer in his hand flashing with lightning, and began to accumulate energy again. It was obvious that the writer's repeated ridicule made him furious.

"Then let's get down to business." Lin You calmly accepted Thor's "opinion" request, his face straightened, and he said solemnly, "I suggest that everyone reach a targeted cooperation in the matter of arresting Patrick - limited cooperation."

"And then?" Tyr asked. This main god in charge of contracts and promises in the Norse pantheon was not easy to fool. "There are always various conditions for cooperation, no matter how limited the scope of cooperation is."

"There are no complicated conditions. It's nothing more than intelligence sharing, helping each other during arrests, and not hindering each other." Lin You casually mentioned a few insignificant terms, and then changed the subject, "Of course, it would be even better if the hostile actions of both parties could be suspended during the cooperation period."

"Hostiles, suspended?" Not only Tyr, but even the rough-minded Thor could hear the trick; "Isn't it just to make us stop creating the 'unknown'? That's a very euphemistic way of putting it. If we can't catch Patrick in thirty or forty years, we can just keep suspending it until we are all out of the time zone?"

Lin You was not embarrassed at all by having his little tricks exposed. Instead, he laughed and said, "We can discuss the specific time limit. How long do you think is appropriate?"

"We feel that no matter how long it takes, it is not appropriate." It was not Thor, but Thiel who decisively rejected the writer's proposal. "The relationship between us is not enough to establish trust for cooperation."

Lin You looked at Tyr until he was sure that he was not joking. He shrugged disapprovingly and said, "I still suggest that you notify me when you get any news about Patrick or make an arrest. Of course, I will do the same thing. After all, "He" already has helpers, and three against two is not that safe."

"Who knows if it will become three against three if you come!" Thor said; the hammer in his hand could hardly be held, as if it would hit Lin You's head the next moment. "I have to say that you are not as good as Loki in some aspects; at least he knows how to keep a certain trust in me, otherwise he would not have warned me at the first time of danger." The light of the golden armor gradually dimmed as the writer spoke, and the writer's face also became blurred.

At the last moment before leaving, Lin You heard Thor question Hela: "How come you two are hanging out with the writer?"

Without waiting to hear Hela's answer, Lin You returned to London, England, and appeared in Irene Adler's office.

"I don't know if they will quarrel or even fight in the end." The writer muttered; the relationship between Odin and Loki has never been good, even after seeing through the truth of the world, they cannot erase the thousands of years of resentment between the two sides.

"Who, who will start the quarrel?" An annoying voice suddenly responded to Lin You's mumbling.

"Why are you here, Mr. Holmes?" Lin You squinted his eyes. "Shouldn't you be spending some time alone with Dr. Watson? Did you have a fight?"

"Pfft..." A hilarious voice came from behind the desk, and then Ms. Irene "gracefully" put down the teacup in her hand, and said calmly while wiping the table: "Sorry, gentlemen; don't worry about me, just continue."

As the years passed, the legendary female thief became more and more glamorous, but inevitably left more traces of the passage of time; in fact, the same was true for Sherlock Holmes. After all, they were both mortals and maintained strong rationality. They had no intention of relying on Aztec gold coins to gain immortality.

"Be polite to me, young man," he muttered, and it seemed that his speech was much faster than his thoughts. "I have come here at your invitation to help you with your investigation."

Lin You looked at Ms. Irene for confirmation and pointed at Holmes, meaning "Is what he said true?"

"Yes, I invited him." Irene's answer made the famous detective proud, but the next sentence made his face turn cloudy again, "But several weeks have passed, and it seems that the efficiency is not very good. It's not what I expected."

"What do you mean by inefficient? It's because your men are too stupid. The past investigations were all superficial and almost none of the clues they provided were useful. I had to spend time starting over again." Holmes defended himself unconvinced.

"What do you want him to check?" Lin You asked.

Irene replied, "It's what you asked for. Find the person who provided Moriarty with the biological weapons information."

“It’s been several years, and there’s still no progress?”

"Every clue was interrupted halfway..."

The two men asked and answered each other, almost leaving Holmes aside. The famous detective was so anxious that he shouted loudly: "That's why you have to turn to the best detective in the world for help."

Lin You turned his head and took a glance, then turned back to ask Irene: "Does he know what he is investigating? The logical thinking he relied on to investigate cases in the past is only useful for humans, and may not even be useful when facing wizards among humans."

This time, before Irene could answer, Holmes immediately took over the conversation and started to chatter away: "I know what I'm investigating. A guy with mysterious and powerful powers who claims to be a god. And I have to tell you that human logical thinking is also useful when facing gods. As long as He is active in human society and leaves traces, then I will have a way to find Him... Hey, I'm talking, are you listening?"

The famous detective boasted about himself, but the female thief and the writer turned a deaf ear to him. Instead, they leisurely opened a bottle of red wine and toasted each other. They turned around at the same time just as Holmes finished his long speech.

"Listening, and then, what did you find out?" Lin You asked insincerely.

Holmes stared, and suddenly found that he didn't want to talk; until Irene, who was also holding a glass of wine, urged him: "Sherlock?"

"..." The famous detective couldn't breathe, his stomach was bloated and his shirt and vest were bulging.

Lin You opened his eyes curiously, waiting for the answer. So what if he was a famous detective? You little brat, with "that woman" around, how could she not control you?
Holmes, who was full of anger, drank alone and began to narrate unwillingly: "Your people are all fools! They only see that every clue is interrupted, but they never think that the act of 'interrupting' the clue itself is also a clue.

Irene told me that gods and wizards can mess up people's memories or even completely erase them; but no one has ever thought about why they want to erase them? Since gods and wizards are isolated from the world, why don't they just leave? Why do they insist on erasing those clues?"

"Of course it's because the investigation will eventually implicate..." Irene was halfway through her words when she suddenly realized, "They will be affected by the investigation, which means they are still deeply involved with human society and don't want to be discovered."

"That's the truth." Holmes looked at his beloved woman with approval. "If they have been isolated from the world, then no matter how many clues are left in human society, it will not affect them. Why bother to sabotage the investigation? A human detective found a hair left by a god at the crime scene. Can he chase him to the divine world and capture the god?"

Lin You's heart was also slightly moved, and he somehow thought of Loki, Hela and his daughter's pursuit of Patrick Morgan; they had gained nothing in so many years, could it be because they had simply found the wrong place?
Holmes continued, "Once this problem is sorted out, the investigation has found a new direction. I don't expect to find out the specific content of each clue, but I turn my head to think, after each clue is erased, who is the biggest beneficiary? Who is being protected by erasing the clues?
After all, you are not the police or the judge. You only need a suspect, not actual evidence, am I right?"

Lin You smiled and offered the famous detective another glass of wine: "Who did you find out?"

Holmes took a sip of it, and it seemed that drinking the wine poured by Lin You himself gave him a greater sense of accomplishment. "All the clues point to one person - little Meinhard."

"What a familiar name." Irene responded.

"Yes, do you remember the original owner of the Heilbronn Arsenal, Mr. Meinhard who was assassinated by Moriarty?" Holmes smiled proudly, "Little Meinhard was his son."

(End of this chapter)