"What are you talking about?" Viard ran over sweating profusely after completing the check-in formalities.
"What restaurants are there in London? What should I treat you to later?" Holmes said seriously.
"Hey, this is too foreign. I'm not here for a trip. You don't have to worry about me. I can just eat whatever I want." The red-haired detective blushed and said quickly, waving his hands.
Holmes couldn't help but smile when he saw this, "Viard, my friend, we were actually helping you find the missing oil painting just now."
"What, you found that oil painting?" Vuillard was so shocked that he almost jumped up from the ground, "So fast? How is this possible?"
"Actually, if you are willing to follow what I said, calm down and notice the details that you left behind, you can piece together the answer."
"You really praise me too much. Things that are easy for you are very difficult for us with average talents." Viall said sincerely.
"That's not the case. Like I said, you have potential in Viard, but it's just that it hasn't been fully explored yet. In fact, Zhang is about to find the answer, and he just got into this industry not long ago."
"The people who can live with you must not be ordinary people. They are all the people I learn from." Unlike Gregson, the red-haired detective is a bit too modest. He always puts his position first. Very low, just like a student.
Holmes had no idea about this and could only say, "Although it was a joke before, you are a guest from afar, and it's almost time for dinner when you arrive. We'd better finish lunch together, and then you can have a little rest in the afternoon." Next time, let’s think about this case again, and I just happened to take advantage of this time to check some things, and we’ll see you in the evening.”
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The three of them then had lunch at the famous Royal Restaurant in London. After the meal, Holmes hurriedly left as he said, leaving Vuillard back to the hotel. Zhang Heng returned to Baker Street alone, but as soon as he opened the door, Then he saw Mrs. Hudson giving him a strange look.
"What's wrong?"
"We have visitors to see you," Mrs. Hudson said.
"Guest?" Zhang Heng raised his eyebrows. In 19th century London, he was completely alone. He had no relatives or friends. The only person with whom he had a close relationship was Holmes, who was a resident here like him. Generally speaking, he would come to 221B Baker Street. People came to see Holmes.
However, Zhang Heng immediately thought of another person. The gypsy busker he met in the East District yesterday afternoon. When they left, the other party asked for his name and address and promised to come to visit.
Zhang Heng originally thought that the other party was just talking casually, but he didn't expect that he actually came, and came to see him the next day.
However, when Zhang Heng walked into the living room, he was slightly startled when he saw the visitor.
The figure on the sofa is not a gypsy busker at all, but a woman, and a very beautiful woman. No, it should be said that she almost satisfies all the men's fantasies about the beauty of the Victorian era. She is elegant, well-dressed, and charming. He has an innate mysterious temperament, and his every smile is captivating.
"What?" the woman said while eating a biscuit, "Don't you recognize me?"
"You have indeed changed a lot." Zhang Heng also had to admit that if Holmes's makeup skills are at level 2, then the makeup skills of this mysterious woman in front of him have probably reached level 3. It is actually natural for a woman to disguise herself as a man. In addition, he was wearing a long scarf, which covered up the only flaw in her neck, making it impossible for anyone to see that she didn't have an Adam's apple.
Of course, a large part of the reason was because Zhang Heng didn't pay too much attention to her at the time and was just helping her. In addition, unlike Holmes, Zhang Heng was not familiar with her before, so it was a combination of many factors that prevented him from noticing her at the first time. a little.
"I didn't mean to deceive you, but you can probably tell that I wouldn't be able to go to the East District if I looked like myself." The woman said.
"Then what is a lady like you doing in the East End?"
"I'm the lead singer of an opera troupe, and I'm quite famous in London, but I guess you haven't seen my performance. I went to the East End to find inspiration for a new play," the woman said.
"Sorry, I rarely go to the opera."
"It doesn't matter. I have a performance at the Queen's Theater tonight. If you like it, you can come and see it with your friends." The woman said as she took out two tickets and put them on the table.
"I said it's just a piece of cake, you don't need to take it to heart." Zhang Heng said.
"Then just think of it as making friends." The woman heard this but did not take back the ticket. After finishing the last biscuit in her hand, she said to Mrs. Hudson standing aside, "Good craftsmanship."
"As long as you like it." Mrs. Hudson seemed very happy to be praised.
Then the female singer stretched her body. It seemed that she came here just to give away these two opera tickets. Since the business was done, she didn't delay any more. She stood up from the sofa and turned around to leave.
However, Zhang Heng still called her from behind, "I haven't asked you your name yet."
"Adler," the female singer stopped and looked back with a smile, "Irene Adler."
After saying that, she put on her flower pot hat and veil, opened the door, and found a two-wheeled carriage waiting for her on the side of the road.
Zhang Heng's expression changed when he heard the name. Anyone who has read "Sherlock Holmes" will certainly be familiar with Irene Adler. Holmes once told Watson personally that he had lost to four people, three of whom There is a man and a woman, and that woman is the mysterious female singer Irene Adler.
The confrontation between the two of them was in the case of "A Scandal in Bohemia". It ended with the female singer and her new husband fleeing London overnight, and Holmes failed to complete the commission. However, it was also a perfect ending for the parties involved. Holmes finally asked for a photo of Adler and continued to refer to the diva as that woman.
Therefore, some readers suspect that Holmes may have a hidden affection for the female singer.
However, as Holmes' new roommate, Zhang Heng still prefers that this is just a feeling of sympathy. In fact, Holmes has nothing to do with love. He has always scorned love, believing that such things would damage rationality. , the effect is worse than those things he injects for fun, as if sand has fallen into a precision instrument, or a high-power lens has cracked.
Therefore, he has always stayed away from things like love. Of course, he will also study the psychology of human beings in love, just for the purpose of solving crimes.
