The detective is dead, I did it.

Chapter 14 Sister, Our Family is Rich Now

When Li Ang asked him, Old Jack merely raised his eyelids and glanced at him. "No. Even if there were, it wouldn't be something you could afford."

"Don't look down on me." Li Ang took out a few coins from his pocket, tossed them up and caught them, making a crisp clinking sound. "I'm rich now."

Old Jack glanced at the coins, a disdainful smirk playing on his lips. "Three pence? You can't even buy a screw here!"

"Ahem. It'll be right away." Li Ang chuckled awkwardly as he put away the pitiful three coins in his hand.

Three pence could barely buy a decent loaf of dark bread in the East End, enough for one person to eat for a day.

Moreover, the black bread of this era had more bran, making it dry and tough to eat, but it was still better than some black bread with lots of sawdust, bark, and sand added.

“One day,” Li Ang put the money back in his pocket, stood up, looked down at old Jack, and smiled, “I will buy all this junk in your house.”

As the "richest" person in the entire slum, Li Ang was extremely envious of the seemingly dilapidated things in Old Jack's den.

It's said that protagonists in fantasy novels often find great deals at street stalls. He figured that as a transmigrator of the same kind, even though he wasn't in a fantasy world, fantasy is still fantasy, so he should be able to replicate the same tricks.

Faced with Li Ang's boastful words, Old Jack simply spat on the ground to express his disdain before saying, "Fine. When you can afford it, I'll personally wrap it up for you, tie a red ribbon on it, and deliver it to your home."

"Is it a deal?"

It's a deal.

The junk in Old Jack's house probably isn't even worth a pound. Once he finds the detective and gets his reward back, he'll slap her in the face with the money.

"Oh, right, Uncle Jack," Li Ang suddenly said, turning around before leaving.

"Um?"

"Thank you for the medicine last time. Ktura's fever has gone down."

Old Jack simply waved his hand casually, "Put it in the book."

Li Ang continued walking along the familiar alley and arrived at that familiar doorway.

Before me was a door pieced together from old wooden planks, with traces of nails still visible on the door panels from the month before it was reinforced. A dim light shone through the crack in the door.

It must be Ketula who has returned. You know, they usually can't bear to light kerosene lamps in order to save money.

Pushing open the door, a blonde, blue-eyed girl was sitting on the only bed in the room. The two looked at each other for a moment.

Then the girl threw herself into Li Ang's arms, "Brother!"

Ktura's voice was choked with sobs. She was a whole head shorter than Li Ang, her small face buried in his chest, her hands tightly clutching his clothes.

"Are you alright?" She looked up at Li Ang, her eyes brimming with tears, her little hands groping over his body. "Did they hit you? Brother, are you hurt?"

"I'm fine." Li Ang pressed down on Ktura's groping hands. "I'm perfectly alright. But you, are you hurt?"

"I'm fine." Ktura shook his head vigorously. "Several very capable detectives rescued me from them and even brought me back themselves."

It was actually only delivered to the entrance of the slum, but Ktura was already very honored.

You know, how could a noble detective possibly set foot in this filthy area?

Therefore, for Ktura, who has lived here since childhood, being sent to the entrance is like coming home.

Li Ang reached out and vigorously ruffled her hair, making it messy, and said in a low voice, "Now you really owe me a big favor."

Don't be fooled by how casually he spoke with the detective, as if the two things canceled each other out. In reality, he knew that she had done far more than he imagined.

Not only did they entrust the head of the armed detectives to personally take charge, but they also mobilized two second-level executive officers. This favor cannot be repaid with just a "thank you".

But what exactly does "see you later" mean? Could it be that the other person is planning to kill me?

Never mind, I'll stop thinking about it for now.

Li Ang stood up and looked at Ketura's overly pale skin due to malnutrition. "In that case, to celebrate our escape, let's have stew tonight."

Ketula's eyes lit up, and he secretly swallowed.

She hadn't tasted meat for years. The last time she ate meat was two years ago at Christmas, when old Tom next door gave himself a small piece, and she and Li Ang shared it, each taking a bite.

The thought of old Tom made Ktura's eyes darken again.

The other person was a very good person, but unfortunately, he was evicted and froze to death on the street because he couldn't pay the rent.

If she had money at the time, she would definitely have helped him, but she didn't. She and her brother were struggling to make ends meet, so how could she possibly have the resources to help others?

"This...this isn't appropriate, brother." Ktura's voice tried to refuse, but her eyes betrayed her.

"It's alright." Li Ang lifted a floorboard, revealing a small box containing all of his and Ketura's savings, a total of six shillings.

"Your brother is rich now. It's okay to splurge once in a while."

Although the detective girl seems to have taken advantage of him for free, he is no longer an ordinary person; he is now a superhuman.

Putting everything else aside, the added physical ability alone would allow him to carry several more sacks of burlap a day.

It's like having the ability to teleport instantly, but choosing to deliver food. It'll crush those other delivery drivers!

"Really..." Ktura wiped his eyes and muttered softly, "But we really should celebrate."

She felt that her brother was just lying to her, just like how he had taken her out of that dark orphanage back then.

Although they still don't know why the two brothers were targeted, or why they were so lucky to be saved by the detective, Ktura only knows one thing—

That means both siblings are still alive.

As long as you're alive, there's hope.

Ketura, who had just received the money from Li Ang, soon bought the meat. The package contained a piece of fresh beef, weighing about a pound.

Thanks to her fairly cute appearance, the kind butcher gave her a discount, and of course, she carefully put the money she saved back into the little box.

I also bought some side dishes, which I'll make into a thick soup later. It will be a delicious treat to eat with black bread.

"The boss said this is fresh out of the oven today." Ketura placed the black bread under his arm on the table.

This black bread was lighter in color than the ones they usually ate, indicating that it contained more white flour.

As for fluffy, soft white bread, that's something only noble gentlemen could afford. People like them might never get to eat it even once in their entire lives.

All the ingredients were cut into small pieces, and there were no spices. Forget about curry powder; the only seasoning was simple salt.

Even so, Ktura was still drooling from the aroma.