"What are you talking about?" After checking in, Vial came sweating again.

"What are the restaurants in London, I should treat you to something later." Sherlock Holmes was serious.

"Hey, this is too foreign, I'm not here to travel, you don't have to worry about me, I'll just eat something." The red-haired detective blushed and waved his hand and said hurriedly.

Seeing this, Holmes couldn't help but wonder, "Vial, my friend, we were actually helping you find the missing oil painting. ”

"What, did you find that painting?" Vial was so shocked that she almost jumped up from the ground, "So fast? How is this possible. ”

"Actually, if you're willing to do what I said, calm down, and notice the details that you left behind, you can piece together the answer."

"You really exalt me too much, and it is difficult for us with mediocre talent to do anything that is difficult for us with medill talent." Vial was convinced.

"It's not like that, like I said, you have the potential for Vial, but you haven't fully tapped it yet, in fact, Zhang is about to find the answer, and he hasn't been in this business for long."

"The people who can live with you must not be ordinary people, they are all the objects of my study." Unlike Gregson, the red-haired detective is a bit too modest, always putting himself in a low position, looking like a student.

Sherlock Holmes didn't have a problem with this, so he could only say, "Although it was a joke before, you are a guest from afar, and it is almost time for dinner, so we will finish lunch together, and then you can take a little rest in the afternoon to think about this case, and I will take advantage of this time to check something up, and we will see you in the evening." ”

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The three of them then had lunch at the famous royal restaurant in London, after which Holmes left in a hurry as he said, leaving Vial back to the hotel, and Zhang Heng returned to Baker Street alone, but as soon as he opened the door, he saw Mrs. Hudson give him a somewhat strange look.

"What's wrong?"

"A guest is coming to you." Mrs. Hudson said.

"Guest?" Zhang Heng raised his eyebrows, in 19th century London he was completely alone, no relatives and no friends, the only close relationship of Sherlock Holmes is the same as him is a resident here, generally people who come to 221B Baker Street also come to find Sherlock Holmes.

However, Zhang Hengxuan immediately thought of another person, the gypsy artist he met in the Eastern District yesterday afternoon, and when they parted, the other party asked for his name and address, and said that he would come to visit.

Zhang Heng originally thought that the other party was just talking casually, but he didn't expect it to really come, and he came to him the next day.

However, when Zhang Heng walked into the living room, he was slightly stunned when he saw the visitors.

The figure on the sofa is not a gypsy entertainer at all, but a woman, and a very beautiful woman, no, it should be said that she satisfies almost all the fantasies of men about Victorian beauty, with elegant manners, well-dressed, with an innate mysterious temperament, every smile is seductive.

"How?" The woman ate the biscuit and said, "Don't you recognize me?" ”

"You've changed a lot." Zhang Heng also had to admit that if Sherlock Holmes's makeup technique has lv2, then the makeup of the mysterious woman in front of him has probably reached the level of lv3, and it is natural for a woman to dress as a man, plus he brought a long scarf at the time, which covered up the only neck that could show flaws, so that people could not see that she did not have an Adam's apple.

Of course, a large part of the reason is because Zhang Heng didn't pay too much attention to her at the time, just to help, and unlike Sherlock Holmes, Zhang Heng was not familiar with the other party before, and he didn't notice this for the first time due to many factors.

"I didn't mean to deceive you, but I think you can tell that I wouldn't be able to go to the East End if I was the way I was." The woman said.

"And what does a lady like you do in the East End?"

"I'm the lead singer of an opera company, and I'm a bit of a big name in London, but I'm guessing you haven't seen me perform, and I'm going to the East End to find inspiration for new plays." The woman said.

"I'm sorry, but I don't really watch opera."

"It's okay, I have my show at the Queen's Theatre tonight, you can come and see it with your friends if you like." As she spoke, the woman pulled out two tickets and placed them on the table.

"I said it was just a gesture, you don't have to take it personally." Zhang Hengdao.

"Let's make friends, then." The woman didn't take the ticket back when she heard this, and after eating the last biscuit in her hand, she said to Mrs. Hudson on the side, "Good craftsmanship." ”

"If you like it." Mrs. Hudson also looked pleased to be complimented.

Then the singeress stretched, she seemed to have come this time to give these two opera tickets, and now that the business was done, she didn't drag the mud and water anymore, she got up directly from the sofa, turned around and prepared to leave.

However, Zhang Heng still stopped her from behind, "I haven't asked for your name yet." ”

"Adler," the female singer paused, smiling back, "Erin Adler." ”

After saying that, she put on her flowerpot hat and veil, pushed open the door, and there was already a two-wheeled carriage waiting for her on the side of the road.

Zhang Heng's expression moved when he heard this name, of course those who have watched "Sherlock Holmes Detective Collection" will not be unfamiliar with Erin Adler, Sherlock Holmes once personally told Watson that he had lost to four people, three of them men, one woman, and that woman is the mysterious female singer Erin Adler.

The confrontation between the two of them was in the case of "Bohemian Scandal", which ended with the singeress and her new husband fleeing London overnight, and Holmes failed to complete the commission, but it was a perfect ending for the parties, Holmes finally asked for Adler's picture as a souvenir, and has been calling the singeresses the woman ever since.

As a result, some readers suspect that Sherlock Holmes may have hidden feelings for female singers.

However, as Holmes's new roommate, Zhang Heng still prefers that this is just a kind of sympathy, in fact, Holmes is completely incompatible with love or something, and his attitude towards love has always been scoffing, thinking that that kind of thing will damage reason, and the effect is worse than the things he injected for recreation, as if he fell into a grain of sand in a precision instrument, or a crack in a high power lens.

Therefore, he has always stayed away from things like love, and of course he will also study the psychology of human beings in love, just to solve crimes.