Chapter 525 Deductive Method (End)

Holmes described the case from the beginning to the end in as simple a language as possible. Of course, the concise words are far inferior to the complex emotions contained in the real events, whether it is Father Jacob and Jack the Ripper, or The relationship between Jack the Ripper and the prostitutes who were victimized is probably more complicated than what the world can know.

It's a pity that with Father Jacob's knife, it is difficult to have accurate answers to these questions.

But anyway, this case can be regarded as a successful conclusion.

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

Holmes stretched his waist and said to Zhang Heng, "You won this bet. Although the process was a bit risky, it is undeniable that you did find the murderer one step ahead of me. Now, you can exercise the privileges of the winner. Start picking out operas to see tonight."

"Really," Zhang Heng asked, "but why do I always have a feeling that you didn't try your best this time, did you deliberately let me go somewhere?"

"Who knows, you seem to have some inexplicable reason to win me once." Holmes smiled, "But this time I'm really serious, after all, solving cases is my interest, just like When a gourmet person sees a roast turkey in front of him, it's hard not to let go of his fork."

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270 days seems a long time, but for Zhang Heng, who is absorbing and learning new knowledge every day, it seems to be just a blink of an eye. Cases big and small.

There are many stories with bizarre twists and turns. If written down, he might replace Conan Doyle as the greatest detective novelist of the Victorian era. In the later stage, Zhang Heng also started to handle the case independently. His criminal investigation skills have reached level 2, followed by makeup skills. In addition, he also asked Irene Adler for some acting knowledge. However, 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 Sherlock Holmes met to see the equestrian show, and then the two wandered along the Thames River, chatting from contemporary violin artists to the 18th century Pirates of Nassau.

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

It is not far from the pier, so there are many sailors drinking and playing cards here, which is very lively.

Sherlock Holmes repeated his old habit, pointing to the man with mustache on the table on the left hand side and said, "Scottish, has many brothers, graduated from Edinburgh University, worked as a ship doctor, has been to West Africa, likes to write, and plays crossword puzzles. Not bad."

"Heh, we don't have to compete this time. I'll treat you directly." Zhang Heng still had more than a dozen pounds on him, and it would be difficult for him to spend it all before he left. Naturally, he didn't mind inviting Holmes again.

"That would be great." The latter said to the bar owner, "Two beers first."

Just as the two of them found their seats and sat down to wait for beers, the man with the mustache who was playing crossword puzzles at another table came over with a newspaper between his hands and said, "Mr. Sherlock Holmes and his oriental roommate Zhang Heng Sir, I did not expect to meet you here."

"Your Excellency know us?" Holmes raised his eyebrows.

"Of course, you two are the most famous detectives in London right now," Bazihu ​​smiled, "Can I sit here?"

"Please, drinking with more than one person is more interesting," Holmes said. "Have you asked your name yet?"

"Doyle, Arthur Conan Doyle." The visitor stretched out his hand and said enthusiastically.

Holmes was a little surprised. After shaking hands, he turned to Zhang Heng and asked, "Is he the friend you mentioned before?"

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

"Don't be surprised, we actually met for the first time." Conan Doyle explained, "Before, we all communicated through text."

"Words, do you mean letters?" Holmes frowned.

"Almost." Conan Doyle said, and he continued after a pause, "When I came, I heard that there was an interesting case in the Central Garden. A lady fell to the ground. When she woke up, she Found that my wallet and other jewelry are there, but the earrings are missing, why don't you go and have a look?"

"Sounds very interesting. I finally have something to do after being idle for so long." A look of excitement flashed in Holmes' eyes when he heard this. He seemed to have forgotten about Zhang Heng on the other side. He picked up his cane, got up and strode out of the tavern. .

Then the boss brought up two pints of beer, and Conan Doyle picked up one of them and sighed, "Thank God that guy finally left, otherwise I can't guarantee that he will see it with his perverted observation skills." Come up with something... By the way, do you know that I created Sherlock Holmes based on a teacher I met in college, Joseph Bell. Being able to tell where you are from and what your profession is was a big shock to me at the time, and I kept thinking that if he was a detective, he would turn the profession into an exact science .

"Of course, Edgar Allan Poe and Emil Gaborio also gave me a lot of inspiration. The great detective Dupin described by Poe has always been my childhood hero, and Gaborio's interlocking style of writing also inspired me. I have been a great inspiration to me. This is the way writers do it. One generation influences the next, just like the torch is passed on. When you read the works of modern people, you can always find the thread of past people.”

Conan Doyle took a sip of beer while talking, and at the same time said to Zhang Heng, "You should try it too, and your round of dungeons will be over in a few hours, and then you want to go back to London at the end of the 19th century It's not easy taking a sip of beer."

"Who is Your Excellency?" Zhang Heng finally asked at this moment.

"Who am I?" A smile appeared on Conan Doyle's face, "I am those names you are familiar with, I am William Shakespeare, I am Alexander Dumas, I am Arthur Conan Doyle, It's Neil Gaiman, and it's George Raymond Richard Martin."

"The god of novels?" Zhang Heng raised his eyebrows and took a sip of the beer in his glass.

"It's okay to understand this way." Conan Doyle snapped his fingers.

Zhang Heng thought of the Celtic ancient god he met in the Black Sail instance, the mysterious man who called himself Einstein he met in the Apollo Project training camp, and the god of novels in front of him. What did he realize from it? , frowning, "So there is a related god behind each copy?"

"You have a very keen insight, just like your roommate Sherlock Holmes." Conan Doyle appreciated, "As you can see, all copies are two-way, you get game props, points, master skills from it, and We can also use this to observe you and find a suitable agent. You have [Infinite Building Blocks] on your body, so it should be easy to understand. For us, the stronger the player, the better, and we must also consider the compatibility The problem, this is a very complicated matter, you have to weigh all aspects, and finally make the best choice for yourself, and at the same time, recruiting an agent requires the consent of the recruited.”

"You want to recruit me as your agent?"

"Well, in theory, it is true that I will only show up in front of him before the end of the dungeon when I want to recruit someone as an agent, but you are an exception," Conan Doyle pointed to the button on Zhang Heng's right hand. Watch, "You've chosen your side haven't you?"

"Then why do you still show yourself in front of me?" Zhang Heng asked, and at the same time quietly put his fingers into his pocket, holding the knife there.

"Don't be nervous, I have no malice towards you," Conan Doyle shrugged, "On the contrary, there are still many connections between you and me."

"origin?"

"I noticed that you are exploring your own life experience recently," Conan Doyle drank the beer in the glass in one breath, then hiccupped contentedly, and stood up, "I will thank you when you find the answer." We met today."

"Wait, you know my background?"

Conan Doyle did not continue on this topic, but only showed a meaningful smile, "We will meet again, just like the protagonists in all stories have to make the final choice, and then you You have to make your own choices too.”

After he finished speaking, he put down the empty wine glass in his hand. Zhang Heng wanted to catch up, but found that he couldn't move his body. He could only watch helplessly as the other party staggered out of the tavern. On the fallen newspaper, there was a small bump in the middle.

Zhang Heng flipped open the newspaper, and underneath it was the pen that Conan Doyle used when he was playing crossword puzzles.

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