v2 Chapter 270： Deductive method (end) (2/2)

”Don't hesitate, we actually met for the first time,” Conan Doyle explained. ”Before, we were all connected through words.”

”A textual connection, a letter?” Holmes frowned.

”It's almost there,” Conan Doyle said, paused, and then said, ”When I came, I heard that there was an interesting case over the Central Garden. A lady fell to the ground, and when she woke up, she found Your wallet and other jewelry are there, but the earrings are gone. Why don't you go and have a look? ”

”It sounds very interesting. After a long idle period, there is still something to do.” Holmes heard a flash of excitement in his eyes. He seemed to have forgotten Zhang Heng on the other side. .

Then the boss brought up two beers and Conan Doyle took one of them and sighed, ”Thank God that guy has finally gone, otherwise I ca n’t guarantee whether he can see it with his abnormal observation. What to order ... Say, do you know that I based Holmes, a prototype created by a teacher I met when I was in college? The way he teaches and asks questions is just a look at you. Speaking of where you came from and what your occupation was, it had a big impact on me at that time. I always thought that if he was a detective, he would definitely turn this profession into a precise science.

”Of course, Ellen Poe and Emil Gaborio also gave me a lot of inspiration. The great detective Dubin in Po's pen has always been my childhood hero. The interlocking writing of Gaborio also gave me I am very inspired. This is the writer's profession. One generation affects one generation, it is like a tradition passed on. You can always find the context of the past when you read the works of modern people. ”

Conan Doyle drank a beer while talking to Zhang Hengdao, ”You should also try it, and you have a few hours to end your copy of this round, and you want to go back to London at the end of the 19th century to drink It's not easy to sip a 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 those names you are familiar with. I am William Shakespeare, Alexandre Dumas, Arthur Conan Doyle, and Neil Gaiman. It's George Raymond Richard Martin. ”

”The **** of the novel?” Zhang Heng raised his eyebrows and drank the beer in the glass.

”It's not difficult to understand this way.” Conan Doyle snapped his fingers.

Zhang Heng thought about the Celtic ancient **** he encountered in the copy of Heifan before, the mysterious man who called himself Einstein in the Apollo training camp, and the **** of the novel in front of him. What did he realize? , Frowning, ”So is there a related **** behind each copy?”

”You have a keen insight, just like your roommate Sherlock Holmes.” Conan Doyle praised, ”As you can see, all copies are two-way, you get game props, points, and skills from them, and we You can also observe you and find the right agent from it. You have [Infinite Building Blocks] on your body, so it should be well understood ~~ It is not for us that the strength of the player is better, and It's a complicated thing to consider the issue of sexuality. You have to weigh all aspects and finally make the choice that is best for you, and you need to obtain the consent of the recruiting agent. ”

”You want to recruit me as your agent?”

”Well, in theory, it's true that I only appear in front of him before the copy ends when I want to recruit someone as an agent, but you are an exception,” Conan Doyle pointed to the watch on Zhang Heng's right hand. ”You have chosen your camp, haven't you?”

”Then why do you show up in front of me?” Zhang Heng asked, and at the same time quietly put his fingers into his pockets and held the knife there.

”Don't be nervous, I'm not malicious to you,” Conan Doyle shrugged. ”Rather, there are still many connections between you and me.”

”origin?”

”I noticed that you are looking for your own life recently,” Conan Doyle drank the beer in the glass, then took a contented booze, stood up, ”I will thank you for the day when you find the answer We met this time. ”

”Wait, you know my life?”

Conan Doyle did not continue on this topic, but just showed a meaningful smile, ”We will meet again, just like the main character in all stories will make the final choice, then you will also Make your choice. ”

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, and he could only watch the other party staggering out of the tavern. His eyes finally fell on that share. There was a small bump in the middle of the dropped newspaper.

Zhang Heng opened the newspaper. Below is the pen used by Conan Doyle when playing crosswords.