Marvel: The Alchemist Just Wants a Peaceful Life.

Seeing Zhao Weike's seemingly fleeing manner, Sherlock smiled like a cunning fox who had just stolen some cream, and had no intention of pressing him further.

After all, the men and women here all seemed to idolize Zhao Weike, this old witch, and Sherlock couldn't afford to embarrass Zhao Weike in front of these little fans.

He followed Zhao Weike with a mischievous smile on his lips.

Led by Zhao Weike, the two walked towards the backstage area. The further they went, the more people there were. Sherlock saw many men and women, including actors, backstage staff, and even 'bodyguards' in black suits.

The theater's "backstage" clearly exceeded Sherlock's expectations; in fact, compared to the "stage" in front, the backstage area was much larger.

As the two delved deeper, Sherlock also saw things that shouldn't have been in the theater.

Training grounds, shooting ranges, and even armories!

If Sherlock still doesn't realize this place is a "school" for training assassins after seeing all this stuff, then he might as well give up.

Despite this, Sherlock still admired the group's imagination, making ballet dancers assassins.

There's a certain rationale behind not saying what needs to be said.

Dancers have an absolute advantage in physical strength and flexibility compared to ordinary people, and the perseverance of dancers who can perform on stage is also unmatched by ordinary people.

Compared to training an ordinary person to become an assassin, a dancer is truly a born perfect assassin.

It wasn't until Sherlock followed Zhao Weike past these functional rooms that the entire backstage area began to become increasingly luxurious. When Sherlock and Zhao Weike stood in front of a large door, the surrounding environment was so different that it was impossible to tell that this was the backstage area of ​​a theater.

The green wallpaper features subtle patterns, while the stone pillars and ceiling of the corridor are adorned with exaggerated and luxurious reliefs, creating a retro, old-money atmosphere.

Especially the gate in front of me, the black gate exudes a faint sandalwood fragrance, and is carved with intricate patterns, full of the characteristics of Mao's aesthetics.

It's obvious that, in terms of both workmanship and materials, the value of this door is absolutely top-tier.

The two identical, burly men in black suits and large sunglasses standing in front of the gate further emphasized the prestige of the people inside.

"We want to see the chief."

Standing in front of the gate, Zhao Weike spoke in Russian to the two security guards who looked like iron towers.

As Zhao Weike spoke, the two security guards, who seemed like robots, exchanged a glance, and the one on the right walked to the phone next to him and made a call.

Even the telephones here are those old-fashioned rotary dial telephones!

Under Sherlock's watchful eye, the bodyguard dialed the phone a few times, then nodded without saying a word and put the phone down.

Just as Sherlock thought the two twin bodyguards who could stand at the gate in place of the stone lions were mute, the bodyguard who was on the phone returned and nodded to Zhao Weike.

"The bureau chief has approved it!"

After saying that, he pointed to the small table next to him.

Seeing the burly man's actions, Zhao Weike sighed helplessly, then pulled out his sidearm, spare magazines, and other melee weapons from his pocket and placed them all on the small table.

Sherlock followed suit and took out his own 5.7 caliber Glock and placed it on the small table.

After placing it, Sherlock was about to continue forward, but was stopped by another burly man.

Just as Sherlock looked at Zhao Weike with a puzzled expression, he saw Zhao Weike with his arms outstretched in a helpless manner, while the burly man in charge of Zhao Weike was searching him.

Honestly, this was the first time Sherlock had experienced something like this in his two lives. Somewhat embarrassed, he raised his hands, just like Zhao Weike. The burly man, who had been somewhat wary, lowered his guard and began searching Sherlock after seeing that he did not resist the search.

"He's just a newcomer, no offense intended."

Zhao Weike explained to Sherlock in Russian, and the burly man simply nodded.

After going through a complicated security check process, Sherlock and Zhao Weike finally walked through the black door.

To Sherlock's surprise, what lay behind the door was not the office he had imagined, but a waiting area—a waiting area that reflected the owner's taste.

Aside from sofas and chairs, the most numerous items on display here are various trophies, most of which are related to ballet.

Aside from the trophies, most of the remaining items are decorative collectibles.

Without exception, almost every one of these collectible items is quite valuable.

However, what made Sherlock feel that the place was incredibly valuable was that there was a black woman standing in the waiting room!

This is Russia! Due to some historical reasons, the scarcity of Black people here is almost as high as that of giant pandas.

To Sherlock's surprise, Zhao Weike and the black woman in front of him actually knew each other!

The two quickly huddled together and started chatting. Sherlock, who had never been interested in such things, didn't join them, but instead observed the trophies on the shelf one by one.

To be honest, the trophies here include almost all the ballet competitions in the world, and almost every one of them is a gold medal. Combined with the fact that this is an assassin school, it gives Sherlock a hallucination of seeing that Turkish assassin brother participating in the Olympics.

Is this what they call a dimensional reduction attack?

Meanwhile, Zhao Weike and the black woman didn't talk for long. After giving Sherlock a final look, the black woman turned and walked into the inner room. A short while later, she returned and spoke to Sherlock and Zhao Weike.

"The bureau chief has agreed to see both of you."

As soon as she finished speaking, the black woman stood at the entrance to the inner quarters, and at Zhao Weike's invitation, Sherlock also stood at the entrance.

As the two stood still, the black woman opened the tightly closed door to the inner room.

However, when Sherlock saw the so-called "Chief" or "Godmother," he was so shocked by the sight that he was speechless.

The reason is simple: the obese woman in front of him, with heavy makeup and a cigar in her mouth, looked far more suitable for the nickname "Baba Yaga" than Zhao Weike.

It was none other than the woman who helped Zhao Weike at the end of "Give Me Back My Dog's Life 3," and also the boss who helped the female protagonist in the side story Sherlock read before he traveled through time!