Before the power went out, Zhang Heng wrote down the addresses of the former SEAL and the psychiatrist.
Whether it was the United States or Greenland, they were quite far away from the city he was in. He would need to conduct further investigations there, and it would take at least a week or two for him to get any results.
School had just started, and Zhang Heng had a record of skipping classes. His luck had finally run out. To solve the problem of the Dreamland of Death, he was also recorded as skipping classes twice. He couldn't leave for the time being, so he had to postpone his schedule until the summer vacation.
At the end of the month, Zhang Heng went to Sex and the City again.
This time, the bartender lady didn't mix cocktails behind the bar counter. Instead, she stood outside the lounge and lit a cigarette, staring coldly at the men and women twisting their bodies to the music.
When she saw Zhang Heng walking up to her, she said, "I have the results of the task you entrusted me with."
"Hmm?" The music was so loud that Zhang Heng had to take two steps closer.
"I found someone who can help you repair your katana. He's the best blacksmith I've ever seen. He used to forge weapons for the gods. With his help, not only can he restore your katana to its original state, but he can also help you upgrade it."
"But?"
"But … you have to pay 2,000 game points. In addition, you have to find the lower half of the katana and give it to him together with the upper half."
"He just helped me put the two parts together, and he wants to charge me 2,000 game points? That's not a small number. With such a large amount of game points, I can buy a Grade-C game item, and one that's in high demand. " Zhang Heng remembered that the Escape Dagger, which was very popular at the auction, was sold for only 2,050 game points.
After a pause, he said, "Also, you haven't told me what kind of game item it is."
"Unfortunately, I can't appraise it before I recast it," said the bartender lady.
"So this is like a gamble?" Zhang Heng frowned.
He obtained this samurai sword from the woman in red in the last game. After returning to the real world, he handed it, the USB drive, and the copper ring to the bartender lady, asking her to find a way to repair it. He did not expect the final price to be so high.
No matter how one looked at it, it was too risky to repair an unknown game item with 2,000 points of points. Even a Grade-C game item might not be worth that much. If it was a Grade-D, Grade-E, or even Grade-F game item, he would have suffered a huge loss.
"Anyway, I've found him for you. The decision is in your hands," the bartender lady said.
"I'll think about it after I find the other half of the sword," Zhang Heng said.
The remaining part should still be in the hands of the woman in red. It would not be easy to get it, so Zhang Heng did not need to worry about it for the time being.
He pushed open the door of the lounge and walked to an empty booth with ease. He took out the alarm clock under the seat, set the time, and started his seventh round of the game.
[Verifying player identity …]
"Verification passed, randomly selecting 7th dungeon for player 07958 …"
[Selection complete — Current dungeon is Deduction Reasoning]
"A logician can infer the existence of the Atlantic Ocean or Niagara Falls from a drop of water without having to see or hear it with his own eyes. Life is like a chain, and we only need to look at one link to know the whole."
[Mission Objective: Complete a case with your new roommate and find the criminal first.]
[Mode: Single player]
[Time flow rate: 240] (1 hour in the real world is equivalent to 10 days in this game. After 30 days, the player will be forced to return to the real world.)
[Friendly reminder: The game will officially start in five seconds. Please get ready.]
When Zhang Heng saw the dungeon name for this round, he immediately thought of a famous name in the detective world. It couldn't be such a coincidence.
When he opened his eyes and saw the road sign in front of him, it finally confirmed his previous guess.
Baker Street.
Zhang Heng moved his gaze to the house across the road. Unsurprisingly, he saw …
The house number 221B.
The famous 221B Baker Street, the residence of the author of The Practical Handbook of Beekeeping and the Study of Isolating the Queen Bee. Of course, this great work was written after his retirement.
Zhang Heng walked across the muddy road mixed with horse manure. The sky in London was as gloomy as ever, and the gray fog shrouded the city like the face of a typhoid patient.
A man wearing a bowler hat drove a carriage past Zhang Heng, and the mud from the wheels splashed onto Zhang Heng's trousers. Before Zhang Heng could say anything, the carriage had already disappeared into the street.
Zhang Heng reached out and knocked on the door.
After a while, the door opened, and a middle-aged woman's face popped out. She smiled and said, "Oh, you must be the new tenant here."
"Mrs. Hudson?" Zhang Heng asked.
Mrs. Hudson was the landlady of 221B Baker Street in the original novel. She usually worked as a cook and a cleaner, and these expenses were included in the rent. However, she looked younger than in the original novel, less than forty years old.
"That's right, Mr. Zhang Heng. Where is your luggage?" Mrs. Hudson asked enthusiastically as she looked behind Zhang Heng.
The latter was taken aback. "Uh … I left my luggage with a friend. I'll get it later, but there's not much. Can I take a look at my room first?"
"Of course," Mrs. Hudson said. Mrs. Hudson said, "Come on in, this will be your home from now on. The furniture is complete, and the lighting is good. You can see the street below when you open the curtains..." But she hesitated.
Zhang Heng asked, "What's wrong?"
"… your roommate. He may be a little eccentric, but I can assure you that he is a decent person. It's just that he has some minor problems. No one is perfect," Mrs. Hudson sighed. "Anyway, you are welcome to stay."
Zhang Heng raised his eyebrows. "My roommate? Where is he now?"
"He went out to a concert in the afternoon, but judging by the time, he should be back by now." As soon as Mrs. Hudson's voice trailed off, there was another knock on the door.
Mrs. Hudson turned around and opened the door again. This time, a six-foot-tall, thin man with a hooked nose and wandering eyes stood outside. He seemed to be wandering in the sea of music until he noticed Zhang Heng behind Mrs. Hudson.
"Oh, it seems that my roommate is here. Nice to meet you. I'm Sherlock Holmes. You can call me Holmes," he said as he stretched out a palm covered in ink and reagents.
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