Chapter 511 - Whitechapel Serial Homicides (1/2)
Chapter 511 Whitechapel Serial Homicides
Zhang Heng tossed a half-pound gold coin to Holmes, the money for the bet they’d made before.
Sherlock took the coin and slipped it into his pocket, a rare contented smile appearing across his face. “Don’t be discouraged, my friend from the far-east; you have progressed greatly compared to a few months ago. As I said, you only lack understanding of this city, but these things cannot be rushed. Live in London for three to five years and I’m sure you’ll know most of its crooks and nannies.”
“But if one wants to surpa.s.s the great dectective, I am afraid he will need more than three to five years.” Zhang Heng said.
“This is something that has always intrigued me.” Holmes tore up the remainder of his sandwich and threw tiny bits of it to a flock of feral pigeons nearby. “You seem to be very obsessed, trying to outdo me at every corner. Why is it so important to you?”
“Climbing the highest peak has always been a climber’s ultimate dream.” Sherlock Holmes smiled. “You flatter me-my eastern friend sees me as the tallest mountain in my field of work.” Just when Zhang Heng thought Holmes had changed, he added, “Well, I don’t think I can find a detective better than me.”
Zhang Heng wanted to defeat Holmes, not because he was dying to be the best detective, but simply because the main mission required it. It was also something he had struggled to complete ever since this game started. It had been more than a hundred days since he entered this world, and fortunately, his extra 24 hours provided him with another 240 days of game time. Nevertheless, after so many cases, he still failed to defeat Holmes even once.
This arrogant, impossible man of a Victorian sleuth was nothing less but a legend.
However, after stripping off the halos surrounding Holmes, living with him for a period allowed Zhang Heng to peer into the real, true person Sherlock Holmes was. He was really just a man, not a G.o.d, meaning that even he made mistakes and had his share of weaknesses. Whether he liked it or not, Zhang Heng had to admit that Holmes was leagues ahead of him in a fair contest, not to mention how Holmes was in a familiar setting. There was indeed an apparent gap between the two of them and a rather large one at that.
Zhang Heng never thought he’d never beat Holmes, though.
Holmes’s hubris was justified, and as he said, he was truly the best detective of the era. Zhang Heng wasn’t that bad, on the other hand. The two were similar in more ways than they’d like to think, both equipped with excellent observation, reasoning, and an uncanny composure under duress.
He was confident that he could fill in the gap between him and Holmes. After completing so many games, Zhang Heng was no longer the innocent student he once was. Based on Holmes’s ability to reason, he estimated his criminal investigation skills were probably at the top of Lv.3.
With Irene’s a.s.sistance, and when his criminal investigation skills had reached Lv. 2, he might just be able to Defeat Holmes. Instead, the compet.i.tion appeared to have already begun, something Zhang Heng expected would only happen after he had gotten a bit of practice.
“Look at this.”