v2 Chapter 248： Female singer (1/2)

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”What are you talking about?” Viale ran over sweating after checking in.

”What restaurants are there in London, and what to eat next time.” Holmes was serious.

”Hey, this is too out of the ordinary, I'm not here to travel, you don't need to worry about me, I can just eat anything.” The red-haired detective blushed and waved his hands.

Sherlock Holmes could not help but smile, ”Vial, my friend, in fact, we were just helping you find the missing oil painting.”

”What, did you find that oil painting?” Viare almost jumped from the ground in shock. ”So fast? How is this possible?”

”Actually, if you're willing to follow me, calm down and notice the details that were left by you before, you can piece together the answer.”

”You are really upholding me too much. For you, it is difficult for us, ordinary talents, to do the same thing.” Viale was convinced.

”It's not like that, like I said, you have the potential for Viale, but it hasn't been fully tapped yet. In fact, Zhang is about to find the answer, and he hasn't been in the industry for long.”

”People who can live with you are not necessarily general people. They are all my learning objects.” Unlike Gregson, the red-haired detective is a bit too modest. He always puts his position Very low, just like a student.

Sherlock Holmes had no problem with this, but could only say, ”Although it was a joke before, you are a far away visitor, and it is almost time for dinner. We still have lunch together and you can rest a little in the afternoon. Then, think again about this case, and I happened to check something during this time, we will see you in the evening. ”

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The three then had lunch at a famous royal restaurant in London. After the meal, Holmes hurriedly left as he said. After that, Vial returned to the hotel. Zhang Heng returned to Baker Street by himself. As a result, he just opened the door. I saw Mrs. Hudson giving him a strange look.

”what happened?”

”A guest is coming for you,” said Mrs. Hudson.

”Guest?” Zhang Heng raised his eyebrows. He was completely alone in the 19th century in London. He had no relatives and no friends. The only Sherlock Holmes was a guest here like him. Generally, he would come to 221B Baker Street. All of them came to Holmes.

However, Zhang Hengxuan thought of another person. The gypsy busker he met in the Eastern District yesterday afternoon asked for his name and address when he separated, and he would come to visit.

Zhang Heng originally thought that the other party just talked casually, but he did not expect to come, and came to him the next day.

However, when Zhang Heng walked into the living room and saw the visitor, he froze slightly.

The figure on the sofa is not a gypsy busker at all, but a woman, but also a very beautiful woman. No, it should be said that she almost meets all the fantasy of men for Victorian beauty, graceful, well-dressed, and With an innate mystic temperament, a smile is fascinating.