There were a total of five people chasing after him. That was why Zhang Heng didn't stand still. Instead, he charged at them. At this time, the leader was about five or six meters away from the last person.
Their target was the gypsy busker, and they didn't have time to react to Zhang Heng's sudden attack.
As usual, the leader wanted to scare the Easterner in front of him, but Zhang Heng had already made the first move and punched him in the trachea.
The leader felt a sharp pain and fell to the ground, clutching his neck and finding it difficult to breathe. Zhang Heng didn't stop there. He kicked the man behind him into a fish stall on the side. The unlucky guy knocked over the trolley carrying the salmon and was buried by the smoked fish.
The three people behind quickly stopped when they saw this, as if they were facing a formidable enemy.
They were used to fighting, but basically, they bullied the weak and feared the strong. They usually relied on their numbers to take advantage of the situation. They had only fought a few tough battles, and they had never encountered a situation like this before. Two of them didn't even manage to withstand a single blow from Zhang Heng before they were brutally knocked out.
The three of them looked at each other, hesitating.
Zhang Heng made a gesture to chase after them, but the next moment, the three of them turned around and ran away.
"Hah!" The Gypsy busker widened his eyes. The scene was a little funny. The three of them were armed with wooden sticks, but they were scared away by a bare-handed man.
Zhang Heng stepped over the guy who was still moaning on the ground, took his coat from the gypsy busker, and put it on.
"It's okay, but I advise you to leave this place as soon as possible."
After Zhang Heng finished speaking, he turned around and left without waiting for the other party to answer. He saved the gypsy busker because he was kind enough to help the Jewish family. Since he met him, he didn't mind helping him.
Not long after he walked away, the gypsy busker caught up with him again and asked, "You're quite an interesting person. How long have you been in London? What's your name? Where do you live?"
Zhang Heng didn't hide anything and gave his address and name.
"Hey, you're not from the East End. What are you doing here?" the gypsy busker asked curiously.
"You're not from the East End either. Aren't you here too?" Zhang Heng said.
"I … of course I have my reasons." The gypsy busker rolled his eyes, paused, and then said, "Anyway, thank you very much. I'll pay you a visit when I'm free."
"Yes." Zhang Heng didn't take this matter to heart and casually agreed. The two said goodbye at the intersection and called a carriage to go home.
…
Back at the cottage in Baker Street, Mrs. Hudson had just finished cooking supper, bacon and potatoes and pumpkin soup.
However, Zhang Heng realized that the detective was no longer playing dead in his room. Mrs. Anderson said that Holmes received a letter and went out in the afternoon.
Zhang Heng could not help but wonder what kind of case he had come across this time. In the morning, Holmes was curled up in his reclining chair, thinking of ways to murder him. In the afternoon, however, he was back to work as if nothing had affected him.
Zhang Heng helped Mrs. Hudson set the table. Just then, there was a knock on the door. Zhang Heng opened the door and saw a bearded coachman. "Is this where Mr. Holmes lives?" he asked in a gruff voice.
"Yes, but he's not at home now."
"He's not at home, but my master has something urgent to talk to him about," the bearded coachman grumbled.
"I don't know why he's out, but if you're in a hurry, you can come in and wait for him …" Zhang Heng paused, then raised his eyebrows. "Holmes?"
The bearded coachman laughed when he heard this, and his voice returned to normal. "Not bad. You can see through me."
As he spoke, Holmes took off his wig, beard, eyebrows, and a few other things. His whole person changed back to his original appearance.
"You did a good job of disguising yourself. Not only do you look like a coachman, but your eyes and temperament are no different from a coachman. You even deliberately changed your accent, lowering your voice and mixing in certain dialects. Even your body shape has changed."
"But I still can't hide it from you …" Holmes said regretfully. "How did you recognize me?"
"You paid attention to cleaning your palms. The ink is gone, but the traces of chemical reagents will not disappear so easily. And your shoes are a little new. They don't look like something a coachman would wear." Zhang Heng paused. He seemed to have thought of something, but he couldn't remember it no matter how hard he tried.
"Ha, it seems that you've learned a lot this afternoon. I purposely dirtied my hands, and you still managed to tell? As for the shoes, I was careless. I have an old pair of shoes that I used to deal with today's situation, but I broke them while I was experimenting. I haven't had the time to buy a new pair, so I could only find an inconspicuous pair. Fortunately, not everyone in this world is as observant as you and I are."
"It seems that your trip was very smooth." Zhang Heng temporarily put aside the matter that he had forgotten about.
"It was a worthwhile trip." Holmes sniffed. "Is Mrs. Hudson ready for dinner? Let's talk while we eat."
At the dining table, Holmes briefly introduced the job he had taken on in the afternoon, which was to track down a prominent member of parliament and investigate his relationship with a young woman without alerting the other party.
"He is the face of the Conservative Party and has many allies in the House of Commons. But now, some in the Conservative Party suspect that he has switched sides to the rival Liberal Party. After preliminary investigation, they ruled out the possibility of the member being bribed or blackmailed. But recently, he did have a close relationship with a young woman. So, this could be a honey trap by the Liberal Party. The Conservatives can't find out the relationship between the two without alerting him. So, they asked me to do it.
"What did you find out?"
"How should I put it? It's quite interesting." Holmes leaned back in his chair. "I disguised myself as a coachman and went to the young lady's house. I found that she had a boyfriend who was madly in love with her. They were inseparable, so I can be sure that the relationship between her and the senator is not what everyone thinks it is. But I can see that the senator really likes her. He gave her a lot of expensive jewelry and clothes. Considering their ages, I think the answer is obvious."
"Huh?"
"She is the illegitimate daughter of the senator."
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