Sou...... Syllable!

With a heavy sound of landing, after a long flight of more than 20 hours, the plane finally landed on the tarmac of JFK Airport.

Ponsie has finally arrived at the goal of this trip - the Metropolis.

The metropolis is located on the east coast of the Mesot Federation, near the Atlantic Ocean, at a high latitude, and has a standard oceanic climate, a bit like the northeast coast of China.

At this time, it was already the end of September and the beginning of October, and the temperature in the metropolis was gradually dropping, and there had just been a snowfall a few days ago, which had dropped a few degrees more than usual, almost two or three degrees above zero, and it was only about to freeze.

"Hoo ......"

Pang Xie stepped out of the hatch, the cold wind was blowing in his face, he couldn't help but shiver, blew lightly, and suddenly condensed into a white dragon in the air, which lasted for a long time.

"It's cold!"

Pang Xie frowned slightly, he was born in the East China Sea, and he was a tropical aquarist, so he didn't like the low temperature in winter, and the metropolis was near the sea, compared to Chang'an Mansion, it was not only much colder, but also had a more clammy and cold feeling, which made him even more uncomfortable.

The brightly lit concourse at John F. Kennedy Airport is the busiest airport in the United States, handling more than 60 million passengers a year.

Pang Xie walked slowly along the covered bridge to the terminal, and when he arrived at the airport hall, he did not immediately take a taxi to leave, but found a nearby telecommunications operator's store, bought a mobile phone, made a number, and dialed out.

Thanks to the blessing of Nanzhao University, his English level is still good, at least there is no problem in communication, as for the appearance problem, the metropolis is the largest immigrant city in the world, you can even see the southernmost Boer in Africa, the southernmost Maya in the Americas, and the southernmost Siamese in Asia in a bus ride.

"Drip ...... Drip ......"

After several rings in a row, the phone finally connected.

"Hey, that one?" a slightly decadent voice came from the other side.

"I'm Pang Xie, a friend of Lucy Li. Ponsie said.

"Oh, have you arrived?"

"Just got off the plane. ”

"You go out, out of the terminal gate all the way to the east, there is a black antelope with license plate number SLK-9527. ”

"Okay, I'll see you later. ”

"I'll see you later. ”

After speaking, Pang Xie hung up the phone, tightened his clothes, and walked towards the outside of the airport, in fact, he was wearing Xuankong armor, no matter how cold the temperature outside was, it would have no effect on him, and he tightened his clothes, it was just a natural reaction.

More than ten minutes later, Pang Xie found the Antelope car from the factory in the seventies on the east side of the airport, opened the car door casually, and saw a middle-aged man in his thirties sleeping on the steering wheel, with dark brown hair, tall and thin, looking a little unenergetic, and throwing a mobile phone in the passenger seat.

"Hello, is that Mr. Sherlock Holmes?" said Ponsei, leaning over and patting him gently.

"Ah......" The middle-aged man opened his sleepy eyes, yawned long, sat up slowly, glanced at Pang Xie, and asked, "Are you Pang Xie?"

Surprisingly, although this person is white, he can speak an extremely authentic Chinese dialect.

"It's me. Ponche nodded.

"Get in the car. Holmes didn't say much, reached for his phone, and beckoned Ponche to get into the car.

"Good. Ponsie didn't say much either.

After Ponsei was seated, Holmes started the car and sped away from the airport, not saying anything along the way, and the two of them were silent and drove towards the center of the metropolis.

Sherlock Holmes is an acquaintance introduced by Lucy Lee, and the two have been in contact for a while because of their work.

According to Li Yuling, he is one of the few reliable private investigators in the Mesot Federation, and although he seems to be a little decadent, he has a top-level brain and a very wide range of news channels.

During his time in the Mesot Federation, Ponsie could ask him for help no matter what he wanted, and promised not to disappoint Ponsie.

If there's anything that Holmes can't do, then I'm afraid no one can do.

......

The metropolis's population of 10 million is mainly distributed in four areas: Manhattan, Queens, Brooklyn, and Rhode Island.

Manhattan is the financial center of the entire Mesot Federation, and it is also the most luxurious and wealthy area in the Mesotaxian Federation, the Rhode Island district is a paradise for the metropolitan middle class, the whole area is full of all kinds of strange artistic atmosphere, and Queens is an immigration area, most foreigners who immigrate to the metropolis will choose this place to live.

Brooklyn, on the other hand, is a metropolitan slum and a hideout for criminals, home to some of the most dangerous criminals in the entire Mesot Federation and the world.

Unfortunately, or rather unfortunately, Holmes' house is on a street in Brooklyn.

More than an hour later, the two arrived at their destination, and Holmes pulled over to the side of the road and led Ponsie into his house.

It's a small two-storey building facing the street, and it looks like it's been around for a while.

The heating in the house was sufficient, and as soon as he entered the door, Pang Xie suddenly felt warm to hot.

"Want something?" Holmes asked.

"Whatever. Pouchie said casually.

"You wait, I'm going to hot stuff. Holmes nodded, turned and went into the kitchen, leaving Ponsei alone in the living room, without any further introduction.

Ponsie stood in the living room, turning his head to look around, there were bookshelves on three sides of the living room, which were piled up with all kinds of books, including sociology, psychology, criminology, etc., and even more than a dozen books dedicated to beekeeping.

The most peculiar thing is that there is a wall left, with six TVs neatly stacked, the size and model are exactly the same, stacked together, like a shopping mall.

"This guy doesn't work part-time in electrical sales, does he?" Pang Xie couldn't help but think.

It wasn't too late, and Holmes walked out with a large piece of pizza, a roast chicken, a bowl of salad, and a pot of coffee.

"Have a bite to eat, go to bed early, stay with me tonight, and take you to find a house near Cornell University tomorrow." Holmes said as he ate.

"No, you don't. Pang Xie took a sip of coffee and said, "I'm just looking for someone here, and I'll take her back to China after we meet, and it won't be long before I stay in a hotel." ”

"Yes. Holmes said, "I bet you'll be here for at least two months." ”

"Oh, why?" asked Ponche.

"I've looked up the person you're looking for, she's studying journalism and communications at Cornell University, she's working on an on-campus project that's going to be completed in about two months, and then she's going to get her diploma, do you think she's going to go back home with you now?" Holmes asked.

"You've found her?" asked Ponche.

"You've provided enough detailed information that if I can't find it, I'll have to go to the clinic instead. Holmes said.

"I'll go see her tomorrow, and I'll ask you for help if I need it. Ponsie said.

"Hmm. ”

That night, after eating, the two went back to their rooms to rest, and Holmes prepared a room for Pompes, which was on the second floor, simple and clean.

Holmes didn't mean to sleep, he stayed on the first floor to watch TV, his way of watching TV is very special, six TVs are turned on together, sitting there watching at the same time, looking like a blazing spirit.

"This guy has a lot of mental power......"

After Pang Xie's consciousness swept over, he couldn't help but say it, he found that this guy was not watching the live broadcast, but watching the pre-recorded video, which was played at twice the speed, and at the same time, he also understood why Holmes looked sluggish.