As the clock ticked to 5 p.m., the wind on the river began to feel cold, and Sherlock had been thinking about his dreams and the shocking glance he had at the window.

After a few hours, my worm cutie didn't know how the work was going.

People are always realistic, when it's useless, it's called people's waste, and when it's useful, it's starting to call people cute......

Anyway he stopped a carriage and headed for Baker Street;

At 10 o'clock in the evening, when the sunlight had been completely diluted by the water vapor, Sherlock finally returned to his new home.

He paid and stepped out of the carriage...... I just wanted to look up at my window;

But the eyes were attracted by the two people in front of the apartment.

One of them was dressed decently, with a blazer under the open trench coat and a pair of pontaron trousers, looking like one of those successful people in the bank who are proficient in calculations...... Or it can be called the lackeys of the capitalists.

As for the other one, it is easy to recognize the nature of his work, because this guy is five big and three thick, full of rotten teeth, one eye is collapsed, he should have been blown out of the eyeballs during a street fight, he is dressed in linen clothes, and in such a cold season, he has three buttons open, deliberately leaking a hideous scar on his chest with extremely poor stitching techniques.

This staffing allowed Sherlock to know in an instant what they were here for.

Debt ......

The well-dressed man was an accountant who was responsible for demanding money and interest from debtors in a more elegant manner in legal, financial, contractual, and so on.

If the opponent does not cooperate, another person will be substituted.

This kind of debt situation is very popular in the lower town.....

So, Sherlock walked up, "Hello, may I ask ...... you two at my door?" ”

"Your home?" The accountant frowned and looked Sherlock up and down, "As far as I know, this should belong to a man named Joan of Arc. Letitia. Hudson's lady is right. ”

"Oh, she's my landlord." Sherlock Road.

The man in front of him nodded suddenly: "I see...... Actually, we just knocked on the door for a long time, and no one opened it, so ...... Have you seen her lately? ”

"I don't seem to have seen her in a week."

"......" There was a little depressed silence, the debtor in front of him shrugged his shoulders, and then reluctantly took out an envelope from the inner lining of his trench coat: "Sir, since you live here, if you meet Miss Joan of Arc, can you please pass on this list of debts to her?" ”

"Of course." Sherlock said, taking the envelope.

The accountant winked at the thug next to him, then turned around and prepared to leave.

"Please wait a minute." Sherlock said suddenly.

"Huh?" The two people in front of them turned their heads: "Is there anything else?" ”

"Oh...... It's just that I want to ask, if the two of you die suddenly, will this debt still be counted?! Sherlock asked politely.

“......”

The question ushered in another silence of about five seconds; The fierce-looking strong man seemed to hear the hint of threat or provocation in this sentence, and subconsciously wanted to go over and slap this skinny guy a few times, so that he could learn how to speak.

But the other party's very polite and extremely easy-going attitude made him a little unsure whether the other party was stirring up trouble?

"Haha, this gentleman, we are a very formal debt company, not the kind of private loan sharks on the streets, which are guaranteed by the bank."

The accountant probably felt that Sherlock really didn't understand, so he explained with a smile, and also took out a business card: "If you need some financial support, you can come to us." ”

On the business card, the words "Crawford Cash Flow Company" were written.

Sherlock nodded, "Okay, I'll help you get this to Mrs. Hudson." ”

After saying that, he watched the two of them leave......

And those two people didn't have the slightest sense of rejoicing, in fact, if they didn't belong to a debt company, but did it alone, then maybe there would be two more floating corpses in the Thames tonight.

When the two disappeared from sight, Sherlock turned around and knocked on the landlord's door on the first floor.

This time, the door opened quickly.

I saw Mrs. Hudson yawning, as if she had just woken up, and saw Sherlock outside the door, as if she was stunned: "Oh, it was you...... Ha ha...... You must have been knocking on the door for a long time, uh, I'm a little sleepy, and sometimes I can't hear ......."

She looked apologetic, but when she saw the letter in Sherlock's hand and the business card of the debt company on the letter, she finally sighed weakly:

"Okay...... But these days, everyone can encounter difficulties, right? ”

"Of course, in fact, I hate these debt companies, although they can solve your immediate difficulties, but they will pay you back even more in the future."

Mrs. Hudson smiled heartily when she heard Sherlock's words, "You seem to be a little more likable than the previous tenants." ”

"Really? That...... Rent ......"

"Not a penny less." Mrs. Hudson took the envelope, but hesitated a moment, "But if I have too much lunch one day, I don't mind sharing it with you." ”

"It's an honor."

Sherlock didn't talk to the landlady any more, just a polite greeting or two, and walked to the second floor.

He was ready to get some sleep quickly, and there were many riddles to solve in his dreams.

Oh, and speaking of landlords.

In fact, when he opened the door just now, Sherlock could clearly smell the disinfectant emanating from the other party's body.

This smell can't be picked up in a short period of time.

So, does your landlord work in a hospital.....

Whatever.

......

Push open the door to the apartment and turn on the gas lamp.

The lights here are brighter than the one Sherlock had lived in before, so you can clearly see that after all this day, there is nothing unusual about the small room in reality.

Sherlock packed up his only 'formal suit', patted the damp water stain on his round hood, hung it on the coat rack, and then went back to the couch to lie down.

He was a little excited now, and although he tried his best to suppress this inner exploration of the unknown world, it still took Sherlock 15 minutes to fall asleep this time.

Finally, with the familiar drowsiness and falling......

In that white room, he opened his eyes.

......