Coming to London again.

The sun was hanging in the sky, and it took only an hour to get back from Edinburgh.

Han Xuan sent Anya back to the hotel where Mrs. Cecilia lived, and they were going back to the United States in the evening, and when they said goodbye, Anya told her that she must bring the panda to play.

Seeing that she was rarely like a little girl, Han Xuan couldn't tell her that she couldn't wait until the animal relocation and entry procedures were completed and the zoo was built, and then she couldn't take them away yet.

I didn't tell Princess Diana that I was back, and I was supposed to go back to the United States with Anya and them, but I didn't have anything to do lately, and I wanted to stay in Europe for a few more days.

After sitting in a coffee shop in the afternoon, and by three o'clock, Gabriel and Jason drove two rented Rolls-Royce Shadows straight to Baker Street in the west of London.

Han Xuan watched the street scene outside the window.

I thought that with a population of nearly 7 million, London is one of the largest cities in the world, and it is not easy to find a person in it......

Yes, he's going to J.K. Rowling.

Only know her name, not the address.

So before going to Edinburgh, I contacted a detective agency to help find it.

In a few years, you would just go to the police station and search on a computer, but now it is impossible to find someone from a large number of paper documents.

Baker Street is not without mentioning Mr. Arthur Conan Doyle, author of the Sherlock Holmes series, in which he fictionalized the address of 221B Baker Street, which made the street famous all over the world.

When he wrote the book, Baker Street already had it, but there was no 221B, and now this place has become a holy place in the minds of all detective novel fans, the person Han Xuan is looking for. is one of the countless fans of Sherlock Holmes novels......

The traffic situation is good, and there is no traffic jam.

If you don't get used to driving on the left, you always feel awkward.

Especially listening to Gabriel say that he drove like this only a handful of times, Han Xuan was silent, bowed his head and fastened his seat belt.

Turn onto the longest street on the west side of London. Every few times, you can see the signboard of a detective agency.

They don't have any homicides, they have nothing to do with cheating, catching birds, finding dogs, etc., and they can almost support themselves.

Ronnie Rooney is one of them.

He grew up without a mother, and his father died when Ronnie was twenty years old.

inherited a department store left by his father, and by renting out the store, he was also a small rich man worth tens of millions of pounds.

Ronnie loves Sherlock Holmes and likes it to the point of madness.

After his father's death in '87, he rented a one-story apartment opposite the Sherlock Holmes Memorial at 221B Baker Street. Hang up the sign of the detective agency.

There are only two people in the whole company, he and the female secretary, who has nothing to do all day, and he runs around on his own, and many people in London know this joke.

British private detective agencies are legal, and people who mix well can sometimes cooperate with the police to deal with some simple cases and help find clues.

It's a pity that Ronnie doesn't belong to the "well-mixed" bunch. The money he earned every month was not enough to pay the utility bills, but he persevered. I firmly believe that I will be able to encounter a big case.

Han Xuan always felt that he was bored and found something to do.

To be honest, if Jason hadn't worked with him once to help target a criminal on the US blacklist, and he didn't know anyone in this area, he would never have gone to him.

It's been three days and not a single phone call has come. With the mentality of trying it out, if it doesn't work, I will change people, get out of the car and look at the signboard.

"Forsmore Rooney Detective Agency?"

Han Xuan turned to look at Jason, obviously talking about whether he could be reliable.

"Hmm"

Jason held back for a long time and replied, "He said he wanted to go off the beaten path." There are more than 20 Sherlock Holmes in this area, and he is the only one called Forsmore. ”

"What's the difference......

A woman in red, who was average-looking, but whose figure was so hot that she ignored her appearance, walked out in high-root shoes.

"Client, right? Mr. Fursmore is waiting for you. ”

Han Xuan looked at Jason again, "Is there a mistake, the names have all been changed, and this new name was specially created?"

Jason touched his nose and said stupidly, "Last time he was called Ronnie, absolutely yes." ”

Gabriel, on the other hand, looked at the girl for a long time, sighed deeply, and muttered, "What a blessing......"

Han Xuan had read the "Sherlock Holmes" series, and when he entered through the door, he found that the layout was exactly as described in the book.

Climb the seventeen steps and you'll see a room in the miniature style of an English apartment.

The décor is full of Victorian sophistication and luxury, with crimson wallpaper and walnut-colored furniture, which makes the room slightly dim and adds a touch of Conan Doyle's gloom.

Magnifying glasses and newspapers are placed casually, and by the curtains that have been pulled up, there is a human being.

Han Xuan saw him dressed up and knew that the most stupid thing was not decoration, it was himself!

Wearing a hunting hat and a plaid trench coat over his shoulders, he is emaciated and holds a pipe in his hand.

There was no cigarette in it, and there was a burning Marlboro cigarette stuck in it, and he looked deep, as if he was thinking about something.

If it weren't for the strong flavor of curry rice, it might really add a bit of style to the book.

He waited until the footsteps approached before turning around.

Unplug the Marlboro cigarette and press it in the ashtray to extinguish it.

He coughed lightly and said, "I'm Fursmore, hello, is there anything I can do to help you?" young gentleman. ”

Han Xuan sat on the chair, picked up the black tea prepared by the female secretary, added sugar and milk, and looked up at this handsome young man in his twenties while stirring.

Speechless, he said: "Looking for someone, I asked you to find it three days ago! Didn't I give you a deposit of 2,000 pounds?"

"Ah~

The message is all written in the letter, haven't you received it?"

"Letter, didn't I leave a phone number for you?" Jason was confused.

"No, no, no, how can you use a phone?

I received information that MI6 was listening to the call at all times.

For such an important message, it is safer to write a letter. ”

Forsmore said seriously.

When Han Xuan heard this when he drank black tea, he choked and coughed, covered his mouth and leaned out, and wiped it clean with a piece of paper.

"Just asking you to help find someone, it's not a big deal, you found out?"

Gabriel raised his hand to make a gesture of being shot in the head where Forsmore couldn't see, and the female secretary covered her mouth and chuckled, her eyes sultry......

"Well, I found it, and it only took half a day. ”

"How is it so fast?"

"Because she's a celebrity!

After checking it for a long time, I found out that I had also read her book!

"The Woman Who Doesn't Know How to Refuse", "The Man Who Dare Not Like", recently released a new book, "Who Moved My Lover", I cried when I saw it. ”

Han Xuan's jaw is about to drop, this is the J.K. Rowling he knows?!

"Are you sure it's her?"

Foxmore looked serious, "You don't have to worry about my errands, there's nothing I Fursmore can't do."

As long as you carefully observe the clues, such as this soot, which is black and whitish, it looks like Marlboro. ”

"Nonsense, the cigarette shell is still there. Han Xuan scolded secretly and continued to ask, "How do you know?"

After she divorced her husband, she wrote an autobiography, which was the first "A Woman Who Doesn't Know How to Refuse".

She said she had also conceived a magical novel, but she had to go to work and gave up when she didn't have time to write it.

And it looks the same as you described, I secretly took a picture when I went to her book signing, can you see if it's her?"

Han Xuan took the photo, it was Rowling, yes.

Then look at the billboard behind her: the hottest romance novelist of the year, popular in 17 European countries, and sold 4.5 million copies in half a year......

Silently took out his wallet and gave him three thousand pounds as the rest of his salary.

It seems that Rowling doesn't need to be rescued, it's still fire that should be fired, in a different way.

Sad people write romances, which are the most attractive.

As soon as Forsmore finished his words of thanks, the sound of an airplane flying low overhead was heard.

"Is there an airport around here?" Han Xuan asked him.

"No, it's all Atlantic, how can there be a chance"

Boom explosions are heard!

The windows were shattered by the shock wave, followed by two explosions in quick succession.

The books on the bookshelf fell to the ground, smashing Han Xuan into a grin...... (To be continued.) )