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103 Old drunkard

TRN Limited
Charlotte Holmes looked at the dilapidated signboard in front of him. The iron sheet was covered with mottled rust eroded by wind and rain. The original colorful relief-like three-dimensional letters were seriously peeled off and completely corroded by rust. All I could see was a severely rusted iron plate.

The female detective has been secretly investigating the source of Winfreys' funds since she received Watson's reply last time. She did not go directly to the St. Artemis Hospital, which was about to be renamed, but inquired from another direction—— Start with the merchants responsible for supplying materials for the renovation of the hospital.

Although most of the workers who refurbished St. Athenes Hospital were members of Winfreys' team, as well as some low-level workers who were really touched by the other party's selfless clinic...but they still needed professional facilities, sufficient materials and brand-new furniture.

She disguised herself as a rough-looking detective, showed the fully compliant Scotland Yard police badge assigned by the Anti-Suppression Bureau, and questioned those merchants in a thick voice... But she found nothing. According to those merchants, they did not In direct contact with Winfreys, the remuneration was only collected from a strong man named Nello under the other party, and all of them were coins of low denomination, which was spent on counting the number on the spot They have a lot of time.

When the female detective asked them to show the coins paid by the hospital, she found that although the old penny coins with the portraits of George III and King IV looked quite old, they were cleaned very clean, with almost no oil stains visible and sweat stains.

And the merchants all said that the coins were already so clean when they got them... This made her plan to track the identity of the sponsor through the coins frustrated, but it also proved that the sponsor behind the other party was indeed consciously hiding their identity.

Is it some new merchant, or some old nobleman?

What was the reason for their sponsorship of Winfreys?Is it hoping to gain power beyond the ordinary?
Although the female detective failed to get the information of the behind-the-scenes sponsor as she wished, she got another piece of potentially useful information from a worker.

The foreman in charge of moving goods for medical equipment merchants said: "Mr. Detective, I do know one thing that may be helpful to you... I have seen a team of porters uniformly dressed in gray clothes. Silently carrying the goods into the hospital, never talking to us, and every time we foremen lined up to get Mr. Nello to collect the payment, we never saw the team of porters show up... I suspect they are either The money has already been received, or the money involved is too large and directly transferred through the bank."

So the female detective followed the group of gray-clothed porters until they came to this two-story building that looked like a small private workshop.

No one who saw this dilapidated company would think that it was the source of secret funds for Winfreys to acquire St. Athenes Hospital... After all, from the outside, this small company can maintain It is already an extremely rare thing to continue to operate without closing down.

Thinking so, the female detective took a sip of the mixed ginger juice disguised as rum in her hand, and let out a sour and smelly wine belch, which made passers-by around look disgusted and fan the wind with her palm, away from this messy place. old drunkard.

Facing the contempt and disgust of the crowd, the old drunkard completely ignored them, his red wine-grooved nose shone with oil, and he cursed some remote country slang in his mouth.Stumbling forward, he moved his stooped and fat body, shaking off grass clippings and plaster with every step.

cluck cluck cluck cluck cluck...

The old drunkard seemed to be cursing and laughing, he hadn't walked far, as if he was alone and drunk, he was so tired that he lay down on the ground at the corner of the street, leaning against the wall of an old shop with vacant rental paper hanging on his back, With his head hanging down, he seemed to be in a coma, and from time to time, he uttered unconscious babbles, babbling his mouth, as if he had dreamed of something delicious... He even let out a lascivious laugh, it seemed that he had already immersed himself in a dream Gentle country.

But in fact, the female detective didn't really fall asleep. He lowered his head to hide his squinted eyes. From the corner of his eyes, he was silently watching the condition of the dilapidated small building diagonally opposite, namely the mysterious TRN Co., Ltd.

She lay down from daytime to evening, woke up once in a drowsy sleep, drank a big gulp of strong wine (ginger juice), changed a slightly more comfortable position, and continued to pass out again.

Until late at night, the old alcoholic woke up again and drank all the wine in the bottle. He slapped the bottom of the bottle vigorously but couldn't squeeze out any liquid. .

The empty wine bottle was smashed to the ground with a bang, and the crisp sound of broken glass sounded in this quiet and dark street, waking up the wild cats that had nowhere to go, and scaring away the mice that were rummaging for food.

The TRN company on the opposite side still didn't see any movement, even the lights didn't turn on... If the female detective hadn't witnessed during the day, batch after batch of porters carried goods into this small narrow building , Some workers walked out quickly, but some workers never saw them appear at the door again... She almost really thought that this was just a small business engaged in unpopular delivery business.

But she had inspected the surrounding area before, and this small building only had the door in front of it for people to enter and exit, unless they also dug a tunnel to lead to other places... No matter what the reason is, it proves that TRN Company is definitely not a company. Ordinary company!

Even if it does not involve taboos and evils, it must be a hidden and shady activity... It can also be used to relieve boredom.

The old drunkard yawned boredly, walked unsteadily towards the end of the street, and disappeared into the shadows that the street lamps could not illuminate.

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Charlotte Holmes withdrew her thoughts and flushed the burnt paper ashes down the toilet.

She was still thinking about the content of the letter, thinking of those extremely suspicious plants, and TRN Co., Ltd., which is definitely not as simple as it seems on the surface... It seems that while Watson is earnestly sneaking into the Winfreys gang, she can't Lax.

She thought of the plan proposed by Watson again, and a faint smile appeared on her cold face.

"To be able to come up with such a seemingly nonsensical but ingenious plan, Watson's thinking is indeed more flexible than mine on some levels."

"Is this the bitter trick in the wisdom from the ancient East that Watson often mentions... It seems that I also need to learn it."

(End of this chapter)