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Chapter 46 The Man With the Scar on His Face
The female detective and assistant and the witness/victim lady arrive at a restaurant with a low-key and cozy decoration.

It was the peak time for lunch, and the restaurant was a bit noisy, but with the power of money, they still got a quieter private room.

In fact, Miss Rose has calmed down a lot. No matter how deep the sadness is, the tears will always dry up.

She sat primly in the corner, with two tear stains on her ashen face, like a clear river flowing through dry land.

Even though the female detective had already chosen a small restaurant that she thought was quite civilian, Rose, who had patch marks everywhere on her clothes, still seemed a bit out of place with the surrounding environment.

Rose nervously tugged at the hem of her clothes. These were old clothes her brother had weeded out, and they didn't fit her well.

Charlotte Holmes showed great kindness. She wiped Rose's face with a handkerchief and clean water like a kind big sister next door taking care of her younger sister.Comforting in a soft voice, he moved the juice and white bread to his face.

After eating and drinking, Rose's mood stabilized a lot, as if she had absorbed a trace of warmth she hadn't felt for a long time from these fresh and delicious food.

Seeing this, the female detective felt that she should be able to ask questions normally at this time, and she said softly:

"Rose... Have you met your brother Victor during this time? Did he tell you what he's been busy with lately?"

Rose shook her head silently. She only knew that her brother said recently that he was going to do a big event, but what kind of work, where to go, what to do... She really didn't know.

Charlotte was not discouraged, and comforted: "It's okay."

"Then recall that Victor mentioned to you recently, where has he been haunted recently, or who has he often been in contact with?"

Rose still shook her head.

"Did Victor leave you any contact information and tell you how to contact him?"

Rose raised her head slightly when she heard this, showing a thoughtful expression, and after a while she timidly replied:

"Yes, my brother told me that if something urgent happens at home, let me go to a tavern called Happy Sailor to find a man with a scar on his face."

"Which restaurant?"

Rose gave a detailed address.

Watson figured it was time to go.

But Charlotte went on:

"Rose, are you... still planning to go back to that house?"

Rose unconsciously pulled the hem of her blouse tightly when she heard these words, and bit her lips hard.

Watson noticed that the little girl's shoulders were trembling slightly, as if recalling something extremely terrifying.

The female detective also noticed Rose's state. She gently stroked her frizzy hair like a weed, and said:

"Rose, why don't you see it like this, a helper in my family just recently resigned, and now there is a vacant position, are you good at laundry?"

Charlotte is talking nonsense with her eyes open. Even Watson, who is far away from the seat, can smell the smell of cheap soap that almost seeps into the skin of Rose's hands, and she can know without deduction. This girl must have been in charge of cleaning all the clothes and sheets in the Feuerbach family before—for girls from poor families, washing clothes is not only a necessary skill for life, but also a necessary skill for survival.

Rose also understood the meaning of the kind lady's words, and replied weakly: "Yes... I know how to wash dirty clothes and old sheets with the least amount of soap."

"That's good." Charlotte smiled lightly, "Why don't you come to my house to work?"

Although Rose had already guessed this possibility in advance, when Charlotte actually said this invitation, her eye sockets still couldn't help getting wet, fresh tears rolled after being replenished with water, but this time they were tears of joy.

From the aristocratic coat of arms on the wall of the carriage and the conversation just now, she already knew that this fashionable and kind lady came from the family of the famous Duke of Holmes, and she was about to join the Duke's family as a cleaner or maid or maid. If this news spreads on the street, it will be enough to attract envious and even jealous eyes from others.

She nodded emphatically, "Well! Thank you, Sister Charlotte—"

Watson also praised the venue, showing an expression that seemed to be moved by this scene, and applauded lightly.

Charlotte arranged for Victor to send Rose directly back to the Sherlock Holmes Manor for entry work, and she and Watson took a four-seater rental carriage to the address Rose said.

When she was about to arrive at the Happy Sailor Tavern, Charlotte said to the driver in front:
"Please slow down a bit, pass by the tavern slowly, and let us down at the end of the street."

Then the female detective and her assistant tacitly tightened the small curtains inside the car, leaving only a thin gap, enough for their gaze to pass through without allowing passers-by outside to see their faces clearly.

After all, they—especially the female detectives, once confronted William, the leader of the Shining Blade Order, and the other party may have assigned the details of their appearance to the secret followers in the order through some kind of secret information channel... From Detective Sherlock Holmes Judging from the repeated attacks, this possibility is very high!

The rush hour for lunch has passed, and the number of customers inside the Happy Sailor Tavern is sparse. They can only vaguely see a few figures through the transparent window glass on the side of the tavern door.

Watson looked carefully, and his excellent observation ability allowed him to count the situation in the tavern in an instant - the bartender was wiping the large number of wine glasses left by the customers after lunch at the bar. Although he lowered his head, that face It looked clean, without any scars or birthmarks.

At this time, there were five customers sitting in the tavern, and the one sitting near the window was a young lady;
There are two male customers who should be discussing things. Their faces are close to each other, as if they are whispering, and only half of their faces are exposed to each other, facing out of the window... Oh, I guessed wrong, they are a couple. , their lips have kissed together.

The remaining two customers were sitting with their backs facing the door of the tavern. Just looking at the clothes from the back, they should all be men, but it's a pity that they couldn't see the front face, so they couldn't tell whether they were the target.

Watson withdrew his gaze and shook his head towards Charlotte, but the female detective found nothing.

They got off at the end of the street where the inside of the tavern could not be seen, and there happened to be a small private hotel next to it. At Charlotte's suggestion, the two opened a room with a window facing the Happy Sailor's tavern. Monitor here, waiting for the man with the scar on his face to appear.

The time of monitoring was boring and boring, but both of them were very patient, like hunters lurking under the bushes, staring at the prey's nest through the scope, waiting for the prey to leave the nest.

The tavern was closed until almost midnight, and several drunken drinkers walked out side by side. Behind them was a man with a deep complexion. A scar was carved on his left cheek that made the surrounding muscles atrophy. Knife scars from stitch marks.

"Charlotte, the target has appeared!"

　Why can't I see the comment bubbles on the APP in the last few chapters, but the author's background clearly shows that there are comments... Is it only the author?
　　
　
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