Holmes described the case from beginning to end in the simplest language possible. Of course, the concise words are far less than the complex emotions contained in the real events, whether it was Father Jacob and Jack the Ripper, or... The relationship between Jack the Ripper and the prostitutes who were victimized is probably much more complicated than the world knows.
Unfortunately, with Father Jacob's knife, it is difficult to have accurate answers to these questions.
But no matter what, this case can be considered a successful conclusion.
Compared with the series of unsolved cases in real time and space seven years later, this is already the best result.
Holmes stretched and said to Zhang Heng, "You won this bet. Although the process was a bit risky, it is undeniable that you did find the murderer before me. Now, you can exercise the winner's privileges. Start picking out the opera to watch tonight.”
"Really?" Zhang Heng asked, "But why do I always have the feeling that you didn't try your best this time? Did you let me down on purpose somewhere?"
"Who knows, you seem to have some unexplainable reason that you have to beat me once." Holmes smiled, "But this time I am indeed very serious. After all, solving crimes is my interest, just like... If you’re a gourmet food lover and you see a roasted turkey in front of you, it’s hard to keep your fork off.”
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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 to be just a blink of an eye. After the serial murder case in Whitechapel District, he and Holmes experienced more than a dozen more... Cases big and small.
There are many bizarre and tortuous stories in it. If written down, he might have replaced Conan Doyle as the greatest detective of the Victorian era. In the later period, Zhang Heng began to handle cases independently. His criminal investigation skills had reached level 2, followed closely by makeup skills. In addition, he also asked Irene Adler for some acting knowledge. However, art appreciation remains at lv0.
In addition, he has not been able to find any props in this copy.
On the last day, Zhang Heng and Holmes met to see an equestrian show. Afterwards, the two wandered along the Thames, chatting about everything from contemporary violin artists to the Pirates of Nassau in the 18th century.
Holmes was amazed by Zhang Heng's knowledge of Nassau, and then the two walked into a roadside tavern together.
It is not far from the pier, so there are many sailors drinking and playing cards here, which makes it very lively.
Holmes' old habit relapsed, and he pointed to the man with a mustache at the table on his left and said, "Scottish, has many brothers, graduated from Edinburgh University, worked as a ship's doctor, been to West Africa, loves writing, and playing crossword puzzles Not bad."
"Ha, we don't have to compete this time. I'll just treat you." Zhang Heng still had a dozen pounds on him, and he probably wouldn't be able to spend them all before leaving, so naturally he wouldn't mind treating Holmes again.
"That's the best thing." The latter said to the bar owner, "I'll serve you two beers first."
Just as the two of them found their seats and sat down to wait for their beers, the man with a mustache who was playing crossword puzzles at another table came over with a newspaper under his arm and said, "Mr. Sherlock Holmes and his Oriental roommate Zhang Heng." Sir, I didn’t expect to meet you here.”
"Do you know us?" Holmes raised his eyebrows.
"Of course, you two are the most famous detectives in London now," the mustache smiled, "Can I sit here?"
"Excuse me, drinking with more than one person is more fun," Holmes said. "I haven't asked you for your name yet?"
"Doyle, Arthur Conan Doyle." The visitor extended his hand and said enthusiastically.
Holmes was a little surprised. After shaking hands, he turned to Zhang Heng and said, "Is he the friend you mentioned before?"
As a result, he saw the expression on Zhang Heng's face even more surprised than him when he heard the name.
"Don't be surprised, this is actually the first time we have met." Conan Doyle explained, "Before, we had all communicated through text."
"Text contact, do you mean letters?" Holmes frowned.
"Absolutely." Conan Doyle said, and after a pause he continued, "When I came here, I heard that there was an interesting case in the Central Garden. A lady fell to the ground. When she woke up, she I found that my wallet and other jewelry are there, but only my earrings are missing, why don’t you go somewhere to take a look?”
"That sounds interesting. I finally have something to do after being idle for so long." Holmes' eyes flashed with excitement when he heard this. He seemed to have forgotten Zhang Heng on the other side, picked up his cane, stood up and strode out of the tavern. .
Then the boss brought two bottles of beer. Conan Doyle picked up one of the glasses and sighed, "Thank God that guy finally left. Otherwise, with his perverted observation skills, I can't guarantee whether he would see it." Come up with something... By the way, do you know that I created Sherlock Holmes based on a teacher I knew when I was in college, Joseph Bell? The way he taught and consulted was like just looking at you, Being able to tell where you are from and what your profession is, it had a great impact on me at that time. I have always thought that if he became a detective, he would definitely turn this profession into a precise one. science.
"Of course, Edgar Allan Poe and Emile Gaborio also gave me a lot of inspiration. Poe's great detective Dupin has always been my childhood hero. Gaborio's interlocking writing style also inspired me a lot. I am a great inspiration. This is how the writer's profession is. One generation affects the next, just like a fire is passed down from generation to generation. When you read the works of modern people, you can always find the context of people in the past."
Conan Doyle took a sip of beer as he spoke, and said to Zhang Heng, "You should also give it a try. Your current copy will be over in a few hours, and you want to go back to London at the end of the 19th century." It’s not easy to take a sip of beer.”
"Who is your Excellency?" Zhang Heng finally said at this time.
"Who am I?" A smile appeared on Conan Doyle's face, "I am the names you are familiar with. I am William Shakespeare, Alexander Dumas, and Arthur Conan Doyle. It’s Neil Gaiman, it’s George Raymond Richard Martin.”
"God?" Zhang Heng raised his eyebrows and took a sip of the beer in the cup.
"That's not a bad idea." Conan Doyle snapped his fingers.
Zhang Heng thought about the ancient Celtic god he met in the Black Sail dungeon, the mysterious man who called himself Einstein he met in the Apollo Project training camp, and the god in front of him. What did he realize from it? Frowning, he said, "So there is a related god behind each copy?"
"You have a very keen insight, just like your roommate Sherlock Holmes." Conan Doyle praised, "As you can see, all copies are two-way, and you get game props, points, and master skills from them, and We can also use this to observe you and find suitable agents. You have [Infinite Building Blocks] on your body, so it should be easy to understand. For us, it is not that the stronger the player, the better, but also the compatibility must be taken into consideration. The problem is that this is a very complicated matter. You have to weigh all aspects and ultimately make the best choice for yourself. At the same time, recruiting an agent also requires the consent of the person being recruited."
"You want to recruit me to be your agent?"
"Well, in theory, it is true that only when I want to recruit someone as an agent, I will appear in front of him before the dungeon ends, but you are an exception," Conan Doyle pointed to Zhang Heng's right hand. Watch, “You’ve chosen your side haven’t you?”
"Then why do you still show up in front of me?" Zhang Heng asked, while quietly putting his fingers into his pocket and holding the knife there.
"Don't be nervous, I have no ill intentions towards you," Conan Doyle shrugged, "On the contrary, there are still many connections between you and me."
"origin?"
"I noticed that you are currently exploring your own life experience." Conan Doyle drank the beer in the cup in one breath, then burped with satisfaction and stood up. "I will thank you one day when you find the answer." We have this meeting today.”
"Wait, you know my life experience?"
Conan Doyle did not continue on this topic, but showed a meaningful smile, "We will meet again, just like the protagonist in all stories has to make the final choice, by then you You have to make your own choices too.”
After saying that, he put down the empty wine glass in his hand. Zhang Heng wanted to catch up, but found that his body could not move. He could only watch the other person staggering out of the tavern. His eyes finally fell on the There was a small bump in the middle of the fallen newspaper.
Zhang Heng opened the newspaper, and underneath was the pen that Conan Doyle used when playing crossword puzzles.
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