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On Saturday morning, Li En went out.

Although he had just had a thrilling adventure with Scotland Yard, Li En's true identity was still that of a student, so he naturally needed to return to school to report for duty.

Wandering through the crowded streets of London, the cries of newsboys echoed through the air.

Scotland Yard solves a bizarre case! Copycat suspect shot dead!

Li En looked in the direction of the sound and saw a simply dressed newsboy shouting at the top of his lungs amidst the soot and ash.

He inhaled the scorching fumes and soot into his nasal cavity, coughing from time to time until his face turned red, all for the sake of those few pennies.

During this period in London, newspaper taxes remained high, so each newspaper typically sold for around 6 to 7 pence, which was considered a relatively expensive price.

At that time, newspapers were not cheap; they were more like a symbol of respectability, and ordinary people might not be able to buy them every day.

That's why my father would sit on the sofa every day with a newspaper in his hand.

For a father, this is also a symbol of proving his dignity.

As for ordinary people, the price will only drop to a level that they can afford for daily consumption when the newspaper tax decreases.

"Hello," Li En said, walking up to the newsboy and starting to rummage through his not-so-deep pocket. "How much is a newspaper?"

The filthy newsboy glanced at Li En, then smiled. "One penny, sir."

"One penny?" Li En was a little taken aback; this was far too cheap.

Did pirated newspapers exist during this period?

Seeing Li En's reaction, the newsboy handed him a copy of The Times and said with a smile, "It's alright, Mr. Wells, if you don't have any money with you, you can pay me later."

Hearing the newsboy call out his name, Li En was even more puzzled. "You know me?"

“Not only do I know you, Mr. Wells, but many others do,” the newsboy explained. “Do you remember the boy you helped named Jeremy Knight?”

Upon hearing this name, Lee En immediately remembered it; it was the little boy labeled a master thief.

To replicate the label, Lee En spent 2 shillings on him, never expecting that so many people would recognize him.

"Your generosity helped us through the most difficult time. Thank you so much. If it weren't for today's poor performance, I would have even given you this newspaper." The newsboy wiped his dirty face and knelt down before Li En.

He was neither an aristocrat nor a member of the middle class, and he was even among the lowest of the low, so he didn't know how to bow.

In the newspaper boy's memory, whenever he did something wrong, his boss or "caretaker" would make him kneel down. Therefore, he subconsciously believed that kneeling was a way to show respect to superiors.

"Get up first," Li En quickly helped the newsboy up. It wasn't even the New Year yet, why was he kneeling down? "I'll buy this newspaper at the original price. I'm not so poor that I need someone to help me."

As he spoke, Li En took out seven pence, stuffed it into the newsboy's hand, and took a newspaper from him.

The newsboy was so moved by what he saw that he was speechless.

"Thank you, kind sir, may God be with you!"

Li En breathed a sigh of relief, picked up the newspaper, and walked towards the University of Michigan.

As he weaved through the crowds, he heard the sounds of carriage wheels hitting the ground and horses' hooves pounding on the road. Li En's gaze pierced through the gray fog and coal dust as he glanced at the contents of the newspaper.

The document details the entire process of Scotland Yard solving the case, including requesting assistance from Elliott Parker, the principal of St. Wyatt College.

The newspaper wrote: "With the assistance of Dean Parker and his assistant, Scotland Yard has discovered that the case was not committed by the same person, but rather by a copycat crime."

"Therefore, Scotland Yard Inspector Joel Greg immediately identified the suspect based on clues, and although he was bravely wounded in the struggle with the suspect, he successfully killed him."

Buckingham Palace commended Scotland Yard for its keen observation and acknowledged the assistance of St Wyatt College, awarding Sergeant Joel Greg the King's Order of Police and Mr. Elliott Parker the Order of the British Empire.

The entire report was very detailed, making it feel like I had witnessed the whole investigation process firsthand.

However, no mention was made of anything related to Li En; at most, it was mentioned that there was an "assistant to Dean Parker."

Looking at the newspaper, Li En had already arrived at the entrance of the University of Michigan campus.

"Hey! Wells!" Blake's loud and enthusiastic voice was quite noticeable in the crowd. He rushed towards Li En, grabbed him by the shoulder, and said, "Did you see today's news? 'Heroic and fearless Scotland Yard, brilliant detective solves case!' What do you think of my headline?"

Li En pulled his arm off his body. "Are you planning to become an editor at a newspaper?"

"Of course not, I just admire you," Blake said, looking at Lee. "By the way, weren't you loaned out to Scotland Yard? Why wasn't your name mentioned in the newspapers?"

Before Li En could answer, Blake immediately understood and nodded knowingly. "I get it, I get it all. It seems that the dean of St. Wyatt Academy and his assistant stole your thunder. How infuriating!"

Li En thought he was a bit neurotic.

"However, if we lose to the assistant from St. Wyatt Academy, I think it's an acceptable outcome."

A musky scent mixed with a hint of iris root wafted over, and Ruby's voice broke into their conversation, "After all, St. Wyatt Academy is still very prestigious. As long as you get in, you can get a ticket to the church. That's a reputation that many academies can't earn."

As Ruby spoke, she shook her head, her reddish-brown princess braid swaying gently like a colorful ribbon.

"With this praise from Buckingham Palace, St. Wyatt College's reputation will probably only grow stronger, right? We at Miskatonic University still have a lot more to work on."

Chatting casually, the group walked into the campus.

After the daily prayer service ended and he had breakfast with Blake, Li En went to the classroom.

Professor Eli, who had prepared his lesson plan, stood on the podium and waited for the students to take their seats in the classroom.

He wore a long black robe, like a withered tree rooted to the spot, shaking off its last leaves to become fertilizer, nourishing the growth of the next generation.

Professor Eli nodded to Li En as he entered the classroom.

Li En nodded in response, and the label of a genius of occultism was quite obvious above Professor Eli's head.

Without hesitation, Li En immediately began copying.

[Copying has begun]

[Remaining Time: 02:59:59]

Please maintain a close and stable distance from your target.

Three hours?

Li En squeezed the book "Hermesian Interpretation" in his hand. The difficulty of Chapter 5 began to increase sharply. Both the learning cost and the learning efficiency were not on the same level as the previous chapters.

He needs to elevate the label of "genius of the occult" to a higher level.