Chapter 484

Zhang Heng wrote down the addresses of former seals and psychiatrists before the power cut.

Whether it's the United States or Greenland, it's quite far away from the city where he lives, and there will be further investigation after going there. It's hard to get any results in a week or two.

Now that the school is just beginning, Zhang Heng's record of skipping classes has been hung on him, and his good luck has finally been exhausted. In order to solve the problem of "death dream", he was also recorded as skipping classes twice, so he can't leave for the time being, so he has to put his trip on the summer vacation.

Zhang Heng came to the sex and the city bar again at the end of the month. The

bartender did not stir the cocktail at the bar. Instead, she stood at the front door of the lounge to fish, lit a cigarette, and looked at the men and women who were twisting at the foot with the melody.

See Zhang Heng come up, open mouth way, "you entrust my affair already had the result."

"Well?" The music was so noisy that Zhang Heng had to step in two steps.

"I have found a man who can help you repair that samurai sword. He is the most powerful blacksmith I have ever seen. He once forged weapons for the gods. With his help, your samurai sword can not only recover, but also help you upgrade on the original basis."

"But?"

"But You have to pay 2000 points for the game, and you have to find the lower part of the knife and give it to him with the upper part. "

"He just helped me put the two parts together and then charged 2000 points? This is not a small number, such a large number of game points can already buy a C-level prop, or the more popular one. " Zhang Heng still remembers that the final transaction price of the hot [escape dagger] in the previous auction was only 2050 game points.

After a pause, he said, "besides, you haven't told me what kind of game props this is."

"Unfortunately, I couldn't identify it until it was recast." Said the bartender.

"So it's like a gamble?" Zhang Heng frowned

this samurai sword was obtained from the woman in red in the last round of the game. After returning to the real world, Zhang Heng handed it to the bartender, together with the USB flash drive and the copper ring, and entrusted her to look for the possibility of repair, but he did not expect that the final price would be so high.

Using 2000 points to repair a prop of unknown quality, no matter how you look at it, the risk is too high. Even a C-level prop may not be able to achieve such value. If it is a d-level or e-level or even f-level prop, Zhang Heng will lose a lot.

"Anyway, I've found someone for you, and the decision is in your hands." Said the bartender.

"I'll think about it when I find the second half of the broken sword." Zhang Hengdao.

The rest should still be in the hands of the woman in red if there is no accident. It's not easy to get it, so Zhang Heng doesn't have to worry about it for the time being.

He pushed open the door of the rest room, walked to the empty card seat, took out the alarm clock under the seat, set the time, and opened his seventh round of game.

[player Authentication 】

[verification passed, the seventh round copy is being randomly selected for player 07958 】

[extraction completed - the current copy is deductive method]

"logicians can infer the existence of the Atlantic Ocean or Niagara Falls from a drop of water, and I don't need to see or hear about it, so life is like a chain, we only need to see one link to know the whole."

[mission objective: complete a case detection with your new roommate, and find the criminal first]

[mode: single player]

[time flow rate: 240] (in the real world, one hour is equal to 10 days in the game, and players are forced to return to the real world after 30 days)

friendly tips, the game will officially open in five seconds, please prepare.

When he saw the name of this round of copies, Zhang Heng had already thought of a famous name in the field of detective stories, thinking it would not be so coincidental.

When he opened his eyes and saw the road signs in front of him, he finally further confirmed his previous conjecture.

Baker Street.

Zhang Heng moves his eyes to the house on the opposite side of the road. Without accident, he sees the number of 221B.

The famous 221B Baker Street, the residence of the author of beekeeping practical manual, also on the study of queen bee isolation, of course, it was after his retirement that he wrote this great book.

Zhang hengmai moved his steps and walked through the muddy road mixed with horse dung. The sky in London was as gloomy as ever, and the gray fog shrouded the city, just like the face of a typhoid patient.

A man with a bowler hat drove the carriage past Zhang Heng. Mud spots from the wheels splashed on Zhang Heng's trouser legs. But before the latter opened his mouth, the carriage had disappeared quickly in the street.

Zhang Heng reached out and knocked on the door.

After a while, the door opened and a middle-aged woman's face appeared. She said with a smile, "Oh, you must be a new tenant here.""Mrs. Hudson?" Zhang Heng said.

Mrs. Hudson is the landlady of 221B Baker Street in the original book. She usually works as a part-time cook and cleaner. These expenses have been included in the rent, but her real life looks younger than that in the original book, less than 40 years old.

"Yes, Mr. Zhang Heng. Where is your luggage?" Mrs. Hudson said enthusiastically, looking behind Zhang Heng.

The latter was stunned, "er I left my luggage with my friend. I'll get it later, but I don't have many things. Can I go to my room first? "

"Of course." Mrs. Hudson said, "come on in, this will be your home in the future. The furniture and other things are well matched, and the light is good. You can see the street below by opening the curtains..." But when she said that, she wanted to say nothing.

Zhang Heng asked, "what's the matter?"

“…… It's your roommate. He may be a bit eccentric, but I can assure you that he's a decent person. There are only some small problems with him. No one is perfect, "Mrs. Hudson sighed." anyway, you're welcome to stay. "

Zhang Heng raised his eyebrows. "My roommate, where is he now?"

"He's out for the concert this afternoon, but by the time, it's almost time to come back." As soon as Mrs. Hudson's voice fell, there was another knock at the door.

Mrs. Hudson turned back and opened the door again. This time, there stood a six foot tall, emaciated man with a hawk nose. He seemed to be wandering in the sea of music until he noticed Zhang Heng behind Mrs. Hudson.

"Oh, it seems that my roommate is here. Nice to meet you. I'm Sherlock Holmes. Just call me Sherlock Holmes." As he spoke, he held out a palm with traces of ink and reagent.

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