There were five pursuers in total, with a slightly larger number, so Zhang Heng did not stand in place, but went straight to meet him. At this time, there was still about five or six meters away between the leader and the person behind him.

Their target is a gypsy artist, and they are a little unresponsive to Zhang Heng who suddenly rushed over.

The leader was as usual and was about to scare the Oriental in front of him, but the opponent had already started to attack and punched him on the trachea.

The leader felt a sharp pain, fell to the ground, covered his neck, and felt a little difficult to breathe. Zhang Heng didn't stop, and kicked the person behind to the fish stall aside. The unlucky guy knocked over the cart that was loaded with salmon and buried by the smoked fish.

Seeing this, the three people behind quickly stopped, looking like they were facing a great enemy.

They usually fight a lot, but basically do things like bullying the weak and fearing the strong. They rely on the number of people to get a bargain. They have never fought a tough battle several times. They have never seen such a situation. The two of them were beaten down fiercely without even having a single move.

The three of them looked at each other and were all a little wild.

Zhang Heng made a stance to chase, but the next moment the three of them turned their heads and ran away.

"Ha." The Gypsy artist widened his eyes. This scene looked a bit ridiculous. The three guys who were holding wooden sticks in their hands were scared away by a bare-handed person.

Zhang Heng stepped past the guy who was still moaning on the ground, took back his coat from the gypsy artist's hand, and shook it and put it on his body.

"It's okay, but I advise you to leave here early."

After Zhang Heng finished speaking, he turned around and left before the other party answered. He saved the gypsy artist and was just a good-hearted person to help the Jewish family. Since he met him, he didn't mind helping him.

As a result, just as he walked a long way, the gypsy artist chased after him again and asked, "You are quite interesting. How long have you been in London? What's your name? Where are you living?"

Zhang Heng did not hide it, and reported his address and name.

"Hey, you are not from the East District, so why are you here?" said the Gypsy artist curiously.

"You are not from the East District, aren't you here too?" Zhang Heng said.

"I...of course there is a reason for me." The Gypsy artist's eyes rolled, and then paused and continued, "No matter what, I want to thank you this time. I will visit you when I have time."

"Yes." Zhang Heng didn't take this matter seriously, and agreed casually. The two of them said goodbye at the intersection and called a carriage to go home.

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Back at the cabin on Baker Street, Mrs. Hudson happened to prepare supper, bacon, potatoes, and pumpkin soup.

But Zhang Heng found that the detective was not in his room and continued to pretend to be dead. Mrs. Anderson said that Sherlock Holmes had received a letter and went out in the afternoon.

Zhang Heng couldn't help but be curious about what case he encountered. You should know that in the morning, Holmes was still lying in an easy chair and trying to murder him. In the afternoon, he actually entered the working state again, and those things seemed to have no effect on him at all.

Zhang Heng helped Mrs. Hudson set up the dishes. At this time, a knock came from outside the door. Zhang Heng opened the door and saw a bearded coachman, saying in a rough voice, "Is this Mr. Holmes's residence?"

"Yes, but he's not at home now."

"I'm not at home, but my master has important urgent matters to find him." The bearded coachman said dissatisfied.

"I don't know what he went out because of, but if you're in a hurry, you can come into the house and wait for him..." Zhang Heng paused when he said this, then raised his eyebrows, "Holmes?"

The bearded coachman laughed loudly when he heard this, and his voice returned to normal, "It's not bad, you can see through this."

As she said, Holmes took off his wig, beard, eyebrows, and some messy things, and he also changed his whole body back to his original appearance.

"You are indeed pretending to be very good. Not only do you look like a coachman on the outside, but your eyes and temperament are also no different from those on the coachman. In addition, you have changed your accent and lowered your tone and mixed a certain dialect, and even your body shape changes."

"But I still didn't hide it from you..." Sherlock Holmes said regretfully, "How did you recognize me?"

"You have to clean your palms, and there is no ink, but the traces of chemical reagents are not so easy to disappear. Your shoes are a little new, unlike those who drive the carriages who will wear them." Zhang Heng stopped here. He seemed to remember something, but he couldn't remember it again.

Holmes seemed a little upset, "Ha, it seems that you have gained a lot this afternoon. I deliberately dirty my hands, but you still see it? As for the shoes, I was careless. I have an old pair of shoes to deal with today's situation, but I was broken by my experiment some time ago. Before I could buy them again, I could only find a pair of inconspicuous ones. Fortunately, not everyone in this world has such excellent observation skills like you and me."

"It seems that your trip is going well." Zhang Heng put the matter that he didn't remember for the time being.

"It's a good trip, finally." Sherlock Holmes sniffed, "Have Mrs. Hudson prepared the dinner? Let's have a chat while eating."

On the dining table, Holmes briefly introduced a job he took in the afternoon, tracking a prominent member of parliament and exploring his relationship with a young woman without disturbing him.

"The other party is a conservative figure and has many allies in the House of Commons, but now some people in the Conservative Party suspect that he has turned to his opponent's Liberal Party. After preliminary investigation, they ruled out the possibility of the MP being bribed or threatened. However, in recent times, he has had close contact with a young woman, so this may be a beauty trick used by the Liberal Party. Conservatives cannot find out the relationship between the two without disturbing the other party, so they had to ask me to do it.

"What did you find out?"

"How to say, things are quite interesting." Sherlock Holmes leaned against the chair. "I disguised myself as a coachman and went to the young lady's residence and found that she had a boyfriend in love. They were like paint and glue. So I can be sure that there was no relationship between her and the Mr. Congressman who thought it was, but it was obvious that Mr. Congressman who really liked her and gave her a lot of expensive jewelry and clothes. Considering the age between them, I think the answer was already very obvious."

"Um?"
Chapter completed!