big devil holmes

Chapter 35 Debt Problems
The time came to 5 pm little by little, and the wind on the river began to make people feel icy cold. During this time, Sherlock has been thinking about his dream, and the shocking glance at the window.

After a few hours, my cute little worm didn't know how it was doing.

People are always realistic. When they are useless, they call them trash. When they are useful, they start calling them cute.
At any rate he stopped a carriage, and drove towards Baker Street;
And at ten o'clock at night, when the sunlight had been completely diluted by water vapor, Sherlock finally returned to his new home.

He paid the money and got out of the carriage. He just wanted to look up at his window;

Visible eyes were attracted by the two people in front of the apartment.

One of them was dressed decently, with a suit jacket visible under the open layer to the windbreaker, and paired with a pair of Pontalon trousers. It looked like those successful calculations in the bank or the lackeys of the capitalists. .

As for the other one, it is easy to identify the nature of his work, because this guy is big and thick, with rotten teeth, and one eye is sunken. It should have been blown out during a street fight. In such a cold season, three buttons were already opened, deliberately revealing a hideous scar on his chest with extremely poor stitching techniques.

With this staffing arrangement, Sherlock immediately knew what they were here for.

To debt.
The well-dressed man was an accountant, in charge of demanding money and interest from debtors in a more genteel manner, legal, financial, contractual, etc.

If the opponent doesn't cooperate, replace another player.

This kind of debt situation is very popular in the downtown area.
So, Sherlock walked up: "Hello, may I ask where are you two at my door?"

"Your house?" The accountant frowned and looked Sherlock up and down: "As far as I know, this place should belong to a lady named 'Jean of Arc Leticia Hudson'."

"Oh, she's my landlord." Sherlock said.

The man in front of him nodded suddenly: "I see. In fact, we knocked on the door for a long time just now, but no one opened it, so...have you seen her recently?"

"I don't seem to have seen her for a week."

"." There was a bit of depressed silence, the debtor in front of him shrugged his shoulders, and then reluctantly took out an envelope from the lining of the windbreaker: "Sir, since you live here, if you meet Zhen Miss De, could you please pass on this list of debts to her."

"Of course." Sherlock said, taking the envelope.

And the accountant winked at the thug next to him, then turned around and prepared to leave.

"Wait a minute, please," Sherlock said suddenly.

"En?" The two people in front of them turned their heads: "Is there anything else?"

"Oh, I just want to ask, if the two of you die suddenly, will this debt still count?!" Sherlock asked very politely.

"."

This question ushered in another five seconds of silence; the ferocious-looking burly man seemed to have heard that there was a bit of threat or provocation in this sentence, and subconsciously wanted to go over to this skinny man Slap the guy a few times and let him learn how to speak.

But the other party's very polite and extremely accommodating attitude made him a little unsure if the other party was making trouble?
"Haha, sir, we are a very formal debt company, not the kind of private usury in the streets and alleys, and we are guaranteed by the bank."

The accountant probably felt that Sherlock really didn't understand, so he explained with a smile, and also took out a business card: "If you need some financial support, you can find us."

On the business card was written the words "Crawford Capital Turnover Company".

Sherlock nodded: "Okay, I will help you pass this to Mrs. Hudson."

After speaking, he watched the two leave.
And those two people didn't feel lucky at all. In fact, if they didn't belong to a certain debt company, but worked on their own, then maybe there would be two more floating corpses in the Thames River tonight.

After the two disappeared from sight, Sherlock turned around and knocked on the landlord's door on the first floor.

This time, the door opened very quickly.

I saw Mrs. Hudson yawning, as if she had just woken up, and she was taken aback when she saw Sherlock outside the door: "Oh, so it was you. Haha, you must have knocked on the door for a long time, uh, I This person is a bit of a sleeper, and sometimes he may not be able to hear."

She put on an apologetic look, but when she saw the letter in Sherlock's hand and the business card of the debtor company on the letter, she finally sighed helplessly:
"Okay. But these days, everyone may encounter difficulties, right?"

"Of course, I really hate these debt companies. Although they can solve your immediate difficulties, they will pay you back even more in the future."

After hearing Sherlock's words, Mrs. Hudson smiled from the bottom of her heart: "You seem to be more likable than those previous tenants."

"Really? That. Rent"

"Not even a penny less." Mrs. Hudson took the envelope, but hesitated again: "But if I make too much for lunch one day, I don't mind sharing it with you."

"It's an honor."

Sherlock didn't continue chatting with the landlady, just exchanged polite greetings, and then walked towards the second floor.

He was going to sleep quickly, there were still many puzzles that attracted him to be solved in the dream.

Oh, and speaking of landlords.

In fact, when she opened the door just now, Sherlock could clearly smell the disinfectant from the other party.

It's impossible for this smell to be acquired in a short time.

So, does my landlord work in a hospital?
Leave her alone.

Push open the apartment door and turn on the gas lamp.

The lights here are brighter than those where Sherlock lived before, so it can be clearly seen that after a whole day, there is nothing unusual about the small room in reality.

Sherlock packed up his only 'formal suit', patted the damp water stains on the round hat, hung it on the coat rack, and then went back to lie down on the sofa.

He was a little excited now. Although he tried his best to suppress this exploration of the unknown world from the bottom of his heart, it still took Sherlock 15 minutes to fall asleep this time.

Finally, with the familiar drowsiness and falling
In that white room, he opened his eyes.

(End of this chapter)