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Although Zhang Heng and Holmes had a good time during this time, they have only known each other for a few weeks after all. There is no deep friendship. Zhang Heng persuaded him that he would not say anything when he saw the latter. After all, everyone They are both adults and are sufficiently qualified to take responsibility for their actions.

Holmes issued a contented sigh before Zhang Heng left the house, and suggested, "You rarely come to London. Go out and go around whenever you can. You should not only look at it with your eyes, but also carefully observe the city and record those details. , It will also help your future case resolution. "

Zhang Heng said, "My name is Mrs. Hudson, and I will bring you lunch."

"Greatful."

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In fact, even without Holmes' reminder, visiting the city of London has always been in Zhang Heng's plan. Holmes undoubtedly knows the city very well. He can both walk through the prom banquets of high society (although he is quite false about the red tape in it (Sniffing), you can also drink dark beer and laugh with the coachmen and workers.

If Zhang Heng wants to win in this competition and complete the main task, he needs to narrow the gap between the two sides as much as possible.

So he walked out of the house in the afternoon. Zhang Heng didn't call a carriage, but went straight to the street.

He first went to the lively Queen's Bazaar, where he pays a shilling to see the Royal Clarence vase. This glass, enamel and gold made for George IV is said to have cost 15 skilled workers for three years It took time to produce. In addition, there were gadgets from all over the world, cotton coats from India, tea from China ... Then Zhang Heng took a boat tour of the Thames, with factories and houses on both sides of the river bank. The dense smokestacks were constantly emitting black smoke, and the shore was filled with countless ships, getting denser and denser, leaving only a narrow passage in the middle. Bare-handed boatmen smoking cigarettes at the stern, which Dickens called " The mist of "sliding sin" enveloped the city.

The carriage passed by on the road, and the flower-selling girls took a flower basket to lightly shuttle among the crowd, while the shoe-sweeping boy crouched on the floor and waved the shoe-brush, hoping to earn more tips.

To the west of Charing Cross is London's main business and entertainment centre, and also the largest business centre in England. The famous West End theatre complex is also located here. On the contrary, the East End, north of the River Bishop's Gate, is another sight.

In the Middle Ages, it was still a village with a large area and a sparse population. However, with the rapid expansion of London, the population has become denser. Houses here are generally old and broken, and they are low and dense, and the roads in the middle are narrow and curved. Originally home to sailors, shipbuilders, and a large portion of the Jews, it is now home to all low-income groups.

The population here is very dense, with 30,000 people gathered in half a square mile of streets. Basically, there is a large population living in each room. Poor lighting conditions and lack of ventilation. The shared toilets are extremely dirty and the air is extremely dirty. There is a foul odor permeating China, and the result is frequent epidemics.

Macular rash and typhoid are the most common epidemics. The first cholera in the early 19th century killed approximately 6,000 people, and several cholera outbreaks later killed tens of thousands of people, most of which were The poor in the Eastern District.

At the same time, the East End is also the most dangerous place in London.

There are 2 million people living here, but there are no important public facilities, no municipalities, no theater galleries, no soldiers ...-nothing, it is like a forgotten corner, there is no history and no future.

The superiors of the Western District will not come here. Unless absolutely necessary, they need to contact the police at Scotland Yard. Several people will accompany them to ensure safety.

Zhang Heng also came here after changing his coarse clothes, but it was not long before he was spotted.

The main reason is that his face is more dazzling, and as a modern man in the 21st century, his skin is better than many aristocrats of this era, even if he doesn't care much. Even if he changes clothes, he still looks different from the poor living in the Eastern District.

Two little ghosts ran past him beside him with branches, and one of them slipped on his body.

"I'm sorry sir," the little ghost's eyes rolled round, and he would continue to chase his companion when he got up, but as soon as he took a step, he was lifted by the collar.

"What are you doing, don't kick me! I can warn you, do you know who my brother is? No one in this neighborhood dares to mess with him!" The little ghost shouted.

"Really?" Zhang Hengdao, but did not stop, he just turned the little ghosts one by one. Zhang Heng grabbed one of the latter's calves ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ and shook it hard, but fell off the little ghost's body. Out of three wallets, and some bits and pieces.

"Your harvest today is pretty good." Zhang Heng tossed the little ghost aside, then picked up his wallet.

"You wait for me, don't want to leave here today!" The little ghost felt insulted, raised his face, and didn't go to pick up the remaining loot, and ran away.

Zhang Heng, of course, was not interested in dealing with any kind of ghost, and patted the dust on his wallet, and continued to move forward.

In fact, Zhang Heng has long heard about the notoriety of the Eastern District, but he has stayed in the pirate's den. He did not think that there is any place in the world more chaotic than that until he came to the White Chapel District in the Eastern District. I have to admit that the situation here is worse than Nassau.

Although the pirates in Nassau are also very poor, at least they still have freedom and hope for the future. Everywhere in the taverns on the island, people can be heard talking about the ancient and mysterious treasures, and talking about the rich Oil-laden merchant ships, monsters in the sea, and beautiful mermaids, even if they haven't even found a small boat, and no pirate group is willing to accept them, but everyone's face is still filled with a mysterious confidence.

As if all of them are black beards in the future, this is what Zhang Heng likes Nassau. Under the chaos and disorder, there is a vigorous vitality, which is exactly what the Eastern District lacks.

Worse than poverty is numbness and despair.

This may be the reason why people like Pearson want to leave here desperately. All Heng Zhang sees all the time are hungry children, painful fathers and daughters, drunks, and people only have homicides or epidemics. I think of it here.

Zhang Heng walked for a while, and suddenly heard the quarrel from the front.