Chapter 557 Mysterious Silhouette
Is it all effortless?
A look of excitement flashed across Duke's face, but he suppressed it very well, pretending to be nonchalant, and while cutting the lamb chops, he responded:
"I am looking forward to meeting this famous detective neighbor."
"That's right."
Lu Li nodded with a smile on his face.
Deliberately lowering your posture to make friends with Holmes is undoubtedly a foolish move, which will only have a counterproductive effect.
Because of this, Lu Li was more inclined to make Holmes interested in him by solving the case, so he took the initiative to come over to get acquainted.
Unfortunately, we did not see each other at the Scotland Yard headquarters on Whitehall Street this afternoon.
But Officer Wensley's initiative to recommend is also a good way.
In this way, the four of them speeded up their meals one after another.
Lu Li, Duke, and Mr. Police Officer wanted to get to the point sooner. After all, they attached great importance to the case.
But Mi Gao is different, he is simply hungry, and he has never eaten such exquisite food, and now he can't wait to burst his stomach.
half an hour later.
As the boy swallowed the last piece of pan-fried flounder, Duke got up and said, "Check out."
"Secret lamb chops for four are £2, plus oxtail soup is £3 and six shillings, plus two pan-fried flounder...plus three small glasses of rum for eight pounds, and finally, a service charge of five shillings, That's eight pounds and fivepence."
Wensley lost his mind for a moment. He was feeling that his salary for more than a month had just disappeared.
The dignified senior superintendent is so poor.
When he lost his mind, Mi Gao just stood there in a daze. Although he knew that the meal would cost a lot of money, he didn't expect it to be so much.
It takes thousands of pairs of leather shoes for others to earn a meal?
And those capitalists frequent here.
"Let's go."
After paying the bill, Duke took the windbreaker from the waiter, put it on, and walked out quickly.
Lu Li shook his head. He felt that this was a little publicity. Of course, if he hadn't come here, he wouldn't have come across a valuable tabloid by chance. At the same time, Police Officer Wensley wouldn't say that he wanted to stop by to visit that Legendary detective.
Lucky?
Guided by fate?
While wondering, Duke pulled the four-wheeled carriage over, fixed the canopy, and shouted:
"Get in the car. The road conditions are good now. You can reach Baker Street in at most 20 minutes."
The bad weather made London residents no longer go to the streets, only a carriage carrying guests speeding on the main road.
Duke steered his luxury car boldly, avoiding various obstacles with ease, and speeding at high speed on the spacious road, but the interior of the car was not bumpy at all.
at the same time.
Pan Ming also finished his meal. Before leaving, he packed breakfast and lunch.
It was a whole row of alloy utensils, like a small bathtub, and the gravy dripping from the steaming roasted elbow was fixed with a metal skewer, which looked very appetizing.
For this reason, Pan Ming bought another object similar to a thermos, and took some gravy away.
"Sir, do you want to take a car?"
As soon as they got out of the tent, coachmen surrounded them. Unlike the West District, the poor people in the East District were more willing to come out to work in the cold weather. They pitched a tent, raised the stove, and sold everything to make money.
When Pan Ming had a meal, this small square was packed with stalls.
"Three pennies to warm your hands and fill your stomach."
"Three pennies to warm your hands and fill your stomach."
The chorus echoed in the night rain.
This is the real life in London. The City of Finance and Westminster Abbey represent nothing. They are flowers blooming on dead bones, and at the root of their beauty are the corpses of countless child laborers and female workers.
"Need not."
Pan Ming rejected the coachman's proposal, and took out the change from the meal, about two shillings, from his pocket, and handed it all to the coachman.
"Seventy-one percent of London's population is poor. No matter whether it was last year, yesterday, today, or at this moment, nearly half a million people live in this pothole-like society called 'London'. Dying everywhere, as for why they died, not many people care."
"They're not self-sufficient, they often have mental decline to the point where they can't tell the difference between their left and right hands, or recognize their house number, they have distorted emotions, and they have little sense of the meaning of life."
"Politicians should change their slogans and stop chanting 'Wake up, England', 'Eat up, England', which means they finally opened their eyes to the truth."
The criticism was especially passionate.
They come from a stall that sells hot eel.
Two well-dressed gentlemen are communicating, one with cynical hate.
Pan Ming shook his head. He didn't lack sympathy, but he couldn't empathize too much, and he didn't want to listen to nearly half a million poor people.
But can God hear the voices of his people?
Pressing down on this strange idea, Pan Ming took an umbrella and blended into the night. Then, his figure gradually faded until it merged with the night and the rainstorm, becoming a ghost that no one could see.
Walking around the East District in the first half of the night may be rewarding.
"You hit me! You hit me!"
Suddenly, with a snap, someone complied with the outlandish request.
This is the most authentic night scene in the East District.
Several women chattered and screamed at the top of their voices, and there was the sound of children crying beside them.
At midnight, Pan Ming stood on the roof like a night watchman, silently observing the scene.
Liuying belonging to different forces is fighting, fighting and shouting constantly.
"Don't touch that child!"
A woman screamed in horror, and the child was crying loudly, she was only a few years old.
"Yeah."
Another woman, who was holding a child hostage, repeated the words, and then yelled in a piercing voice: "This rock will smash your head off!"
Boom.
A muffled sound came out, obviously it really hit.
The scene calmed down temporarily, the woman who was hit lay on the ground, and the companion tried to wake her up.
And the child shouted hoarsely, already exhausted, as for the winning side, it had already begun to shout, and the voice was getting louder and louder.
Later, another group of wandering warblers appeared and joined the battle from the side. The strangled little girl was rescued, and the wandering warblers in this block kept their business.
But a companion was sacrificed.
Why do you bring your daughter with you when you come out to solicit customers?
Is it because you are worried that she will be alone at home?
For a child, the occasion was too cruel.
What effect would the tragic death of her mother, and what she had seen and heard, have on her character?
It was the first time that Pan Ming took a serious look at the Eastern District, and fell into a daze.
"This is the closest thing to hell in the world."
In the end, he murmured, feeling a little dispirited in his heart, and prepared to go back and wait for his friend to come to the door.
until……
A strange silhouette drifted past the corner of the street.
"What the hell is this?"
Pan Ming changed his mind again, jumped off the roof easily, without splashing a single splash, and walked towards the corner with an umbrella and a lunch box.