I Have 48 Hours a Day

Sherlock Holmes described the case from beginning to end in as simple a language as possible. Of course, the slick text is far less complex than the complex emotions contained in real events, whether it was Father Jacob and the Ripper Jack, or The relationship between Jack the Ripper and the victims is probably more complicated than the world knows.

Unfortunately, with Father Jacob's stab, it is difficult to have accurate answers to these questions.

However, this case is considered to be a complete conclusion.

Compared with the series of headless cases in real time and space seven years later, the result is already the best.

Sherlock Holmes stretched his back and told Zhang Hengdao, "This time you bet you won. Although the process is a bit risky, it is undeniable that you did find the killer one step ahead of me. Now, you can execute the privileges of the winner. Start to pick operas to watch at night. "

"Really," Zhang Heng asked, "but why do I always feel like you didn't do your best this time, did you intentionally let me somewhere?"

"Who knows, you seem to have any unexplainable reasons to win me once." Holmes smiled, "but this time I did take it seriously, after all, solving the case is my interest, like like It ’s hard for foodies to see a roasted turkey in front of you. ”

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The 270-day period seems very long, but for Zhang Heng, who is absorbing new knowledge every day, it seems to be just a blink of an eye. After the serial killings in the White Chapel District, he and Holmes experienced more than a dozen together. Big and small cases.

There are a number of bizarre twists and turns. If written, he might replace Conan Doyle and become the greatest detective novelist of the Victorian era. In the later period, Zhang Heng also started to handle cases independently. His criminal investigation skills have reached lv2, followed by makeup. In addition, he also asked Erin Adler for some acting knowledge, but Art appreciation is still at lv0.

In addition, he has not been able to find the shadow of the props in this copy.

Until the last day, Zhang Heng and Holmes met to watch an equestrian show, and then they wandered along the Thames, talking from contemporary violin artists to the 18th-century Nassau pirates.

Holmes was amazed by Zhang Heng's understanding of Nassau, and then the two walked into a tavern by the road.

It is not far from the pier, so many sailors drink and play cards here, it seems very lively.

Sherlock Holmes' old fault was repeated, pointing to a man with a mustache on the left side of the table. "Scots, with many brothers, graduated from the University of Edinburgh, worked as a boat doctor, went to West Africa, loved writing, and played crosswords Not bad."

"Oh, this time we don't have to compare any more. I'll ask you directly." Zhang Heng still had more than a dozen pounds. It was difficult to spend it before he left, and naturally he didn't mind asking Holmes again.

"That couldn't be better." The latter told the bar owner, "First get two beers."

Just when the two found a seat and sat down waiting for beer, the man with a crossword playing Hu Zi at another table came across the newspaper and said, "Mr. Sherlock Holmes and his oriental roommate, Mr. Zhang Heng , I didn't expect to meet you here. "

"Do you know us?" Holmes raised an eyebrow.

"Of course, the two are the most famous big detectives in London right now," Ba Zi smiled. "Can I sit here?"

"Please, it's more interesting for more people to drink," Holmes said, "have not asked your name yet?"

"Doyle, Arthur Conan Doyle," the comer reached out, warmly.

Holmes was a bit surprised. He shook his hands and turned to Zhang Hengdao, "Is he the friend you mentioned before?"

As a result, he saw that Zhang Heng was even more surprised than he was when he heard the name.

"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 ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ 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.