"What are you talking about?" After Vial finished check-in, he ran over sweatyly.

"What restaurants are there in London? I'll invite you something to eat later." Sherlock Holmes said seriously.

"Hey, this is too weird. I'm not here to travel. You don't have to worry about me. I'll just eat something casually." The red-haired detective blushed and waved his hand and said quickly.

Seeing this, Holmes couldn't help but smile, "Vial, my friend, we were actually helping you find the missing oil painting."

"What, have you found that oil painting?" Vial almost jumped from the ground in shock. "So fast? How is this possible."

"In fact, if you are willing to follow what I said, calm down and pay attention to the details you have left behind before, you can also piece together the answer."

"You are so proud of me. It is a matter of vain for you, but it is difficult for us people with ordinary talents." Vial said with sincerity.

"It's not like that. As I said, you have potential Vial, but you haven't fully discovered it yet. In fact, Zhang is about to find the answer, and he has just been in contact with this job."

"Those who can live with you must not be ordinary people, they are all the objects of my study." Unlike Gregson, this red-haired detective was a bit too modest. He always put his position very low, completely like a student.

Sherlock Holmes had no choice but to say, "Although it was a joke before, you came from afar, and it was almost time for dinner. We would finish lunch together. Then you can rest in the afternoon and think about this case. I happened to take advantage of this time to check something, and we will see you in the evening."

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The three of them then had lunch at the famous Royal Restaurant in London. After the meal, Holmes left in a hurry as he said. The rest of Vial returned to the hotel, and Zhang Heng returned to Baker Street alone. As soon as he opened the door, he saw Mrs. Hudson giving him a strange look.

"What's wrong?"

"There are guests coming to you," said Mrs. Hudson.

"Guest?" Zhang Heng raised his eyebrows. In 19th century London, he was completely alone, with no relatives or friends. The only close relationship between Sherlock Holmes was a guest here like him. Generally speaking, people who would come to 221b Baker Street also came to find Sherlock Holmes.

However, Zhang Heng immediately thought of someone again. The gypsy artist he met in the East District yesterday afternoon. When he was separated, the other party asked for his name and address, and Yan Ming would come to visit him.

Zhang Heng originally thought the other party was just talking casually, but he didn't expect it to come, and he came to see him the next day.

However, when Zhang Heng walked into the living room, he was slightly stunned when he saw the visitor.

The figure on the sofa was not a gypsy artist at all, but a woman, and a very beautiful woman. No, it should be said that she almost satisfied all the men's fantasies about Victorian beauties. They were elegant and dressed properly, with an innate mysterious temperament, and every frown and smile was fascinating.

"What?" the woman said while eating the biscuits, "Can't you recognize me?"

"Your changes are indeed very big." Zhang Heng had to admit that if Holmes' makeup skills were lv2, then the mysterious woman in front of him had probably reached the level of lv3, and it was natural for women to dress up as a man. In addition, he wore a long scarf at that time, covering up the only neck that could reveal flaws, making it impossible to see that she did not have an Adam's apple.

Of course, there is also a large part of the reason because Zhang Heng did not pay much attention to her at that time, and was just helping her. In addition, unlike Sherlock Holmes, Zhang Heng was not familiar with the other party before, and he was unable to notice this as soon as possible due to many factors.

"I didn't mean to deceive you, but I believe you can see that if I had originally looked, I wouldn't have been able to go to the East District." The woman said.

"What do ladies like you do to the East Side?"

"I am the lead singer of an opera troupe and I am quite famous in London, but I guess you have probably never seen my performance. I went to the East to find inspiration for the new drama." The woman said.

"Sorry, I do rarely watch operas."

"It's okay, there's my performance at Queen's Theater tonight. If you like it, you can come and have a look with your friends." The woman said as she took out two tickets and placed them on the table.

"I said it was just a simple task, you don't have to take it seriously." Zhang Heng said.

"Then just treat it as making friends." The woman did not take back the ticket when she heard this. After eating the last piece of biscuit in her hand, she rushed to Mrs. Hudson beside her, "Good skills."

"Just like it." Mrs. Hudson seemed very happy to be praised.

Then the female singer stretched. She seemed to be here to give these two opera tickets. Since the business had been done, she did not drag her back on the sofa and stood up directly from the sofa, turned around and prepared to leave.

However, Zhang Heng still called her from behind, "I haven't asked your name yet."

"Adler," the female singer stopped and turned around and smiled, "Eileen Adler."

After saying that, she put on her flowerpot hat and veil and pushed open the door. There was already a two-wheeled carriage waiting for her on the side of the road.

Zhang Heng looked like a move when he heard this name. Of course, those who have watched "The Sherlock Holmes Detectives" would not be unfamiliar with Erin Adler. Sherlock Holmes once told Watson that he had lost to four people, three of whom were the mysterious female singer Erin Adler.

The confrontation between them was in the case of "The Bohemia Scandal", which ended with the female singer and her newlywed husband fleeing London overnight. Sherlock Holmes failed to complete the commission, but it was a perfect ending for the parties involved. Sherlock Holmes finally asked for Adler's photo as a souvenir, and he has always respected the female singer as that woman.

Therefore, some readers suspect that Sherlock Holmes is likely to have a hidden affection for the female singer.

However, as Sherlock Holmes' new roommate, Zhang Heng, is more inclined to be just a kind of mutual appreciation. In fact, Holmes is completely unaware of love and other things. He has always scoffed at love, believing that that kind of thing will damage reason and its effect is worse than the things he injects for entertainment. It is like falling into sand in a precision instrument, or a high-power lens cracking a crack.
Chapter completed!