Chapter 525

Holmes described the case from the beginning to the end in as simple a language as possible. Of course, the concise words are far less complex than the complex feelings contained in the real event. Whether it is father Jacob and Jack the Ripper, or Jack the Ripper and the victims, the relationship between them is probably much more complex than the world can know.

Unfortunately, with father Jacob's knife, these questions are difficult to have accurate answers.

However, this case has come to a successful conclusion.

Compared with the series of headless cases in real time and space seven years later, it is the best result.

Holmes stretched his waist and said to Zhang Heng, "you won this bet. Although the process is a bit risky, it is undeniable that you did find the murderer one step ahead of me. Now, you can carry out the privilege of the winner and start to choose the opera you want to watch in the evening."

"Really," Zhang Heng asked, "but why do I always have a feeling that you didn't try your best this time? Did you deliberately let me go somewhere?"

"Who knows, you seem to have some inexplicable reason to have to beat me once." Sherlock Holmes laughed, "but this time I really have been very serious, after all, solving the case is my interest, like people who like food to see a roast turkey in front of themselves, it is difficult for you not to move the fork."

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270 days seems like a long time, but for Zhang Heng, who is absorbing and learning new knowledge every day, it seems like a blink of an eye. After the serial homicide in White Chapel District, he and Sherlock Holmes have gone through more than a dozen big and small cases together.

There are some strange and tortuous stories among them. If they are written down, he may replace Conan Doyle and become the greatest detective novelist of the Victorian era. In the later stage, Zhang Heng also began to handle cases independently. His criminal investigation skills have reached Lv2, followed by makeup. In addition, he asked Irene Adler for some knowledge about performance, but his artistic appreciation is still lv0.

In addition, he has not been able to find the shadow of the prop in this copy.

Until the last day, Zhang Heng and Sherlock Holmes meet to see a equestrian performance, and then they stroll along the Thames River, from contemporary violin artists to 18th century Nassau pirates.

Holmes marveled at Zhang Heng's understanding of Nassau, and then they walked into a pub by the side of the road.

Here is not far from the dock, so there are many sailors here drinking and playing cards, it is very lively.

Sherlock Holmes's old problem has been made again. He pointed to a man with a mustache on his left hand side and said, "Scotsman, with many brothers, graduated from Edinburgh University, worked as a ship doctor, and has been to West Africa. He likes writing and plays crossword puzzles very well."

"Oh, we don't have to compare this time. I'll invite you directly." Zhang Heng still has more than ten pounds on his body. Before he left, it was estimated that it would be very difficult for him to spend it. Naturally, he didn't mind asking Holmes again.

"That can't be better." The latter said to the barman, "two beers first."

Just as they found their seats and sat down to wait for the beer, the man who was playing crossword puzzle at the other table came over with a newspaper and said, "Mr. Sherlock Holmes and his Oriental roommate Mr. Zhang Heng, I didn't expect to meet you here."

"Your Excellency knows us?" Holmes raised his eyebrows.

"Of course, they are the most famous detectives in London now," he said with a smile. "Can I sit here?"

"If you please, it's more interesting to drink with many people," said Holmes. "I haven't asked your name yet?"

"Doyle, Arthur Conan Doyle." The man reached out his hand and said enthusiastically.

Holmes was surprised. After shaking his hand, he turned to Zhang Heng and said, "is he the friend you mentioned before?"

As a result, when he saw Zhang Heng hearing the name, his face was even more surprised than he was.

"Don't worry, we're actually meeting for the first time." Conan Doyle explains, "before, we were all connected by words."

"Does word contact refer to letters?" Holmes frowned.

"Almost." After a pause, Conan Doyle said, "when I came here, I heard that there was an interesting case in the central garden. A woman fell to the ground. When she woke up, she found her wallet and other jewelry, but only her earrings were missing. Why don't you go somewhere and have a look?"

"It sounds interesting. After so much leisure, I finally have something to do." Sherlock Holmes saw a flash of excitement in his eyes. He seemed to forget Zhang Heng on the other side. He picked up his walking stick, got up and walked out of the pub.

Then the boss brought up two bars of beer. Conan Doyle took one of the glasses and sighed, "thank God that guy has finally left. Otherwise, with his abnormal observation, I can't guarantee that he will see anything In other words, do you know that I created Holmes based on the prototype of Joseph bell, a teacher I knew when I was in college? His way of teaching and consulting was that I could tell where you came from and what your profession was just by looking at you, which had a great impact on me at that time. I have been thinking that if he was a detective, he would definitely take this line of work Become a precise science."Of course, Allan Poe and Emile Gabriel have also given me a lot of inspiration. Dobbin, the great detective in Poe's works, has always been my hero in my childhood. Gabriel's interlocking writing method has also given me a lot of inspiration. This is what writers do. One generation influences another generation. It's like passing on the torch. You can always find the pulse of the past when you read the works of modern people "The collaterals."

As Conan Doyle said, he took a sip of beer and said to Zhang Heng, "you should have a try, too. There are still a few hours left. Your round of copies is coming to an end. It's not easy to go back to London at the end of the 19th century and have a sip of beer."

"Who is your excellency?" Zhang Heng finally said at this time.

"Who am I?" There was a smile on Conan Doyle's face. "I'm the names you know. I'm William Shakespeare, I'm Alexander Dumas, I'm Arthur Conan Doyle, I'm Neil Gayman, I'm George Raymond Richard Martin."

"The God of fiction?" Zhang Heng picked his eyebrows and drank the beer in the glass.

"It's not too bad to understand that." Conan Doyle snapped his fingers.

Zhang Heng thought of the Celtic ancient god he met in the black sail replica, the mysterious man who called himself Einstein in the Apollo program training camp, and the God of fiction in front of him. He frowned and said, "so is there a related God behind each replica?"

"You have a very keen insight, just like your roommate Holmes." Conan Doyle praised, "as you can see, all copies are two-way. You get game props, points and skills from them. We can also observe you and find the right agent from them. You have [infinite building blocks] on your body, so it should be well understood. For us, the stronger the player is, the better. We also need to consider the issue of phase It's a very complicated matter. You have to weigh all aspects, and finally make the best choice for yourself. At the same time, you have to obtain the consent of the recruitee to recruit an agent. "

"You want to recruit me as your agent?"

"Well, in theory, it's true that only when I want to recruit someone as an agent will I appear in front of him before the end of the copy, but you are an exception," Conan Doyle pointed to Zhang Heng's watch on his right hand. "You have chosen your camp, haven't you?"

"Then why do you show up in front of me?" Zhang Heng asked, quietly putting his finger into his pocket and holding the knife there.

"Don't worry, I don't mean you any harm," Conan Doyle shrugged. "On the contrary, I have a lot of connections with you."

"Yuanyuan?"

"I've noticed that you've been searching for your own life recently," Conan Doyle said, after drinking his beer in one gulp, standing up with a satisfied hiccup. "I'll thank you for our meeting today when you find out."

"Wait a minute, you know my life experience?"

Conan Doyle did not continue on this topic, just showed a meaningful smile, "we will meet again, just like all the protagonists in the story have to make the final choice, and then you have to make your own choice."

Then he put down the empty glass in his hand. Zhang Heng wanted to catch up with him, but he found that his body couldn't move. He could only watch the other party stagger out of the tavern. Finally, his eyes fell on the fallen newspaper, and there was a small bulge in the middle.

Zhang Heng opens the newspaper. Below is the pen that Conan Doyle used when he was playing crossword puzzles.

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