It takes no effort at all?
A flash of excitement flashed across Duke's face, but he suppressed it well, pretending to be nonchalant, and responded while cutting the mutton chops:
"I'm looking forward to meeting this well-known detective neighbor."
"That's right."
Lu Li nodded with a smile on his face.
Deliberately putting down your body to make friends with Holmes is undoubtedly a stupid move that will only have the opposite effect.
Because of this, Lu Li was more inclined to solve the case to make Holmes interested in him and take the initiative to get to know him.
Unfortunately, we did not see each other at Scotland Yard headquarters in Whitehall Street this afternoon.
But Officer Wensley's proactive introduction is also a good method.
In this way, the four of them speeded up their meal.
Lu Li, Duke and the police officer wanted to get to the point as soon as possible. After all, they took the case very seriously.
But Mi Gao was different. He was simply hungry, and he had never eaten such exquisite food before, and now he wanted to burst his stomach.
Half an hour later.
As the boy swallowed the last piece of pan-fried halibut, Duke stood up and said, "Check out."
"Secret lamb chops for four people are two pounds, plus oxtail soup is three pounds and six shillings, plus two portions of pan-fried halibut...plus three small glasses of rum, eight pounds, and finally, the service charge is five shillings, The total is eight pounds and fivepence."
Wensley was lost for a moment. He was lamenting that his salary for more than a month was just gone.
A dignified senior police superintendent is so poor.
When he was absent-minded, Mi Gao froze on the spot. Although he knew that this meal would cost a lot of money, he didn't expect it to be so much.
Do you have to clean thousands of pairs of shoes for others to earn money for a meal?
But those capitalists often visit here.
"Let's go."
After paying the bill, Duke took the windbreaker from the waiter, put it on his body, and walked out quickly.
Lu Li shook his head. He felt that this was a bit arrogant. Of course, if he hadn't come here, he wouldn't have seen a valuable tabloid by chance. At the same time, Officer Wensley wouldn't have said that he wanted to pay a visit to the man on the way. Legendary detective.
Lucky?
A guide from fate?
While thinking about it, Duke pulled the carriage over, fixed the awning, and shouted:
"Get in the car. The road conditions are good now. We can reach Baker Street in twenty minutes at most."
The bad weather prevented London residents from taking to the streets, leaving only horse-drawn carriages carrying guests speeding along the main roads.
Duke controlled his luxury car unrestrainedly, easily avoiding various obstacles and racing at high speed on the spacious road, but there was no bumps in the cabin at all.
at the same time.
Pan Ming also finished his meal, and before leaving, he packed breakfast and lunch.
It was a whole row of alloy utensils, like a small bathtub, and the gravy dripping from the steaming roasted elbow was fixed with a metal skewer, which looked very appetizing.
For this reason, Pan Ming bought another object similar to a thermos bucket and took away some gravy.
"Sir, do you want to take a ride?"
As soon as they left the tent, coachmen gathered around them. Unlike the west side, the poor people in the east side were more willing to work in the cold weather. They could set up a tent, turn up the stove, and make money selling anything.
In the time it took for Pan Ming to have a meal, the small square was crowded with stalls.
"Three pennies, warm hands and full belly."
"Three pennies, warm hands and full belly."
The chorus echoed in the night rain.
This is the real life in London. The City of London and Westminster Abbey represent nothing. They are flowers blooming on dry bones, and at the root of their beauty are the corpses of countless child laborers and female workers.
"Need not."
Pan Ming rejected the coachman's proposal and took out the change from his pocket, which was about two shillings, and handed it all to the coachman.
"Seventy-one percent of London's population are poor. No matter last year, yesterday, today or now, nearly half a million people are living in this pothole-like society called 'London', miserable at the bottom. The land is dying, and not many people care as to why they are dying.”
"They are unable to support themselves and often have mental deterioration so severe that they cannot distinguish between their left and right hands or recognize their house number. They are emotionally distorted and have little idea of the meaning of life."
"Politicians should change their slogans and stop chanting 'Wake up, England' or 'Eat, England'. This means that they have finally opened their eyes to see the truth."
The criticism was particularly passionate.
They came from a stall selling hot eels.
Two well-dressed gentlemen were communicating, one with a cynical bitterness.
Pan Ming shook his head. It wasn't that he lacked sympathy, but he just couldn't empathize too much, and he was even less willing to listen to the voices of nearly half a million poor people.
But can God hear the voices of his people?
Pressing on this strange thought, Duke held an umbrella and blended into the night. Then, his figure gradually faded until it merged with the night and heavy rain, becoming a ghost that no one could see.
You might be able to gain something by wandering around the East District in the first half of the night.
"You hit me! You hit me!"
Suddenly, with a bang, someone fulfilled this weird request.
This is the most realistic night scene in the East District.
Several women were chattering and screaming at the top of their lungs, and there were sounds of children crying nearby.
Pan Ming stood on the roof, like a night watchman, silently observing the scene.
The Orioles belonging to different forces are fighting, and there are constant fighting and yelling.
"Don't touch that child!"
A woman screamed in terror, while the child, who was only a few years old, cried loudly.
"Yeah."
Another woman holding the child hostage repeated these words, and then shouted in a shrill voice: "This stone will smash your head!"
Boom.
There was a muffled sound, and it was obviously a real hit.
The scene temporarily calmed down, and the woman who was hit lay on the ground while her companions tried to wake her up.
The child was shouting hoarsely, exhausted. As for the winning side, he had already started shouting, and his voice was getting louder and louder.
Later, another group of wandering warblers appeared and joined the battle from the side. The little girl who was strangled was saved, and the wandering warblers in this neighborhood kept their business.
But a companion was sacrificed.
Why do you take your daughter with you when you go out to solicit business?
Is it because you are worried about her being at home alone? But this kind of situation is too cruel for a child.
What impact will her mother's tragic death and what she sees and hears have on her character?
Pan Ming, who took a serious look at the East District for the first time, fell into confusion.
"This is the closest place to hell in the world."
Finally, he murmured, feeling a little uninterested and ready to go back and wait for his friends to come.
until……
A strange silhouette floated past the street corner.
"What the hell is this?"
Pan Ming changed his mind again, jumped off the roof easily without splashing a single splash, and walked towards the corner carrying his umbrella and lunch box.
