Chapter 14, Episode 10: I sensed something was amiss…
Episode 10: I sensed something was off.
There is a bank holiday at the end of August.
I feel that the local British people here aren't particularly interested in working overtime or taking weekends off; they value quality of life far more than making money.
For example, my husband Herbs is going on vacation too.
If he could continue to take care of my daily life during the holiday, he would at least get three times his salary, but he has already booked a three-day, four-night trip to Morocco.
Hebers told me to order takeout myself. Doesn't he know how unhealthy takeout is?
"He's about to abandon me..."
London completely ignored me.
"If I starve to death, will you die too?"
London stated bluntly, "No."
That's so unfair! How could someone be so cold and say the truth?
Don't you have me in your heart at all?
"Um."
"well--"
I couldn't help but sigh deeply, continuing to concentrate on my mobile game, my tone calm and collected. "London, you're too arrogant. You can't even say 'no'."
If it were London, whom I had just met, it would have completely ignored me. But being as clever as it is, it realized early on that if it didn't make me shut up in time, our relationship would become increasingly intimate, eventually turning into a love-hate relationship, a bittersweet one.
"Absolutely not." London offered a belated but ultimately correct response.
Of course, London sometimes thinks of giving magic a taste of its own medicine. Simply put, he wants to use magic to defeat magic.
Unfortunately, I'm both thick-skinned and the kind of person who can't tolerate even the slightest bit of bad advice.
Furthermore, London cannot completely ignore me, so it is destined to suffer from my torment, or immediately divert my attention.
A few days ago, I heard it say that it has been talking more and more since it met me.
Isn't this a good thing?
I am so happy for it; under my care, it has become a brave little person.
"No, it just makes me more and more verbose."
London's words were filled with disdain, and he was extremely impatient with his own situation.
"What's the big deal? I'm here with you," I said without thinking.
And so, the conversation between the two... one person and one city, fell into a warm and lingering silence.
London fell silent, then fell silent again. "Isn't it your fault that I've become like this? Where did you get this self-righteous sentiment from?"
"Born that way."
hey-hey.
Jokes aside.
Let's get down to business.
With the end of a mobile game and the commotion in London coming to a close, I tidied up and prepared to go out and run errands.
There are fewer people during the holiday at the end of August, and vigilance in the surrounding area is also low, with traffic and supervision being quite lax.
This was clearly a good opportunity for the criminals to strike.
I predicted something bad would happen on Saturday night.
That evening, I made an appointment with three important people.
The first is our key figure, Lloyds Bank manager Tucker Rich. He has the key to the underground vault. If he discovers a bank robbery, his first reaction will undoubtedly be to check his own bank.
The other two can be disregarded, but this person deserves a mention.
The second person is Robert Rowlands, the first person to discover the Baker Street robbery. He was able to get the Lloyds Bank manager to inspect his own bank.
In the 1970s, as a radio enthusiast, he accidentally intercepted a conversation between robbers around midnight and immediately called the police. However, the police did not act immediately. Only after realizing the urgency of the situation did they begin to investigate each of the 750 banks within the radio's reception range.
By the time the burglary on Baker Street was discovered, the thieves had already fled.
With Milverton's help, this case can be solved sooner.
The third is Albert, a "new friend" I've recently made.
Or rather, Moriarty.
In some interpretations of the Sherlock Holmes story "The Red-Haired League," some have suspected that the League's meticulous plans and arrangements were inseparable from the design of Professor Moriarty, the Napoleon of the criminal world.
I really want to see it.
How will Moriarty react if this case exceeds his expectations?
Although, in fact, from my cognitive and emotional perspective, I don't really agree that this textbook-level British nobleman is Moriarty, even London specifically read his biography.
I'll assume for now that this guy is Moriarty himself.
Furthermore, although the two are vastly different in their professional fields, physical appearance, and aura, their styles of action can be found in common with the Moriartys I know.
For example, Albertus von Schereschewsky and Moriarty of Sherlock Holmes would choose to confront their perceived adversaries or major threats directly, and these confrontations would often be persistent and unforgettable.
I remember when Moriarty made his first official appearance in the third episode of the first season of Sherlock, he dared to pretend to be gay and write a note with his phone number to Sherlock.
I have to thank Albert for only causing me a car accident instead of slipping me a mysterious note.
Otherwise, I will not only call the police, but I will also beat them every time I see them.
In addition, Albert, like Professor Moriarty in the original work, acts in a style that is old-fashioned and aristocratic, using etiquette to disguise his indifference and distance, exuding a calm and restrained orthodox villainous aura.
Most importantly, in the Sherlock Holmes universe, only one person dares to have the surname Moriarty.
In less than half an hour, I accepted that Albert was the crime consultant.
However, my plan encountered its first major setback in less than half a day.
I forgot to bring my card.
Or rather, I forgot to bring the phone that's linked to my black card when I went out.
Herbers didn't tell me which phone I had the SIM card linked to. And I didn't want to go back to get my phone.
London: "You're being too casual in your work."
"As the saying goes, there are always more solutions than problems." I don't need to panic.
It's not like I only realized I didn't have a card when I was about to pay.
Besides, would Albert not have money?
I can just mooch a meal off him.
It's at most £2,000.
If he's really that stingy, I'll leave my car keys at the restaurant.
I even suggested that I could stay in the restaurant and wash the dishes.
London firmly refused: "You are not allowed to do something that would lower your status."
See, even if I want to endure hardship, there are people stopping me.
Before I could think about it in more extreme terms, I ran into my secretary, Jenny, on the street.
When she heard that I had forgotten my card, she immediately volunteered to help me solve the problem.
That's when I learned that each of my secretaries was given a company card with a monthly limit of £10,000, which they could use as they pleased. The secretaries didn't need to deal with the finance department as much; they only needed to submit invoices at the end of the month.
I also really want to be Milford's secretary.
London: "..."
Since she was going to offer help, I decided to let her have dinner with us as well.
Anyway, one more person won't make a difference, and one less person won't make a difference either.
My secretary, Jenny, was even more talkative than I had imagined, and she wasn't afraid of me at all.
I thought that after my several mood swings, she would be hesitant and afraid to joke around with me. But she turned out to be very generous.
While waiting for her, she casually told me about her past. It turned out that she attended an elite girls' school for secondary school. In tenth grade, the school arranged for all students to have a year of boarding school.
This experience immediately piqued my interest.
"Can I go home this weekend?" I asked.
Jenny shook her head, her tone as casual as if she were telling someone else's story: "No way."
"That mountain is six or seven hours away from the city. The school only opens up to parents for a two-day visit once a month in the middle of the month. If parents want to stay overnight, they have to rent a hotel at the foot of the mountain. Unless the student is feeling unwell, they will not leave the mountain."
“I remember I didn’t like Kellogg’s fruit and cereal back then…you know, those colorful cereal rings…” Jenny reminisced, gesturing with her thumb and forefinger as she spoke, “Then I saw a classmate eating it all year round. Until the end of the year when I went home, I suddenly became really interested and started eating it too…”
I wanted to continue asking, "Was it delicious?", but Albert suddenly appeared and interrupted our conversation.
Jenny immediately stood up and said, "I'm just here for a free meal, I won't bother you."
After saying that, she left without looking back.
I think I'll spend an entire night wondering "what exactly does this fruit and cereal breakfast cereal taste like?"
It's all Albert's fault.
Seeing that two more strangers had been invited, especially the Lloyds Bank manager, Albert's expression changed slightly.
I seized the opportunity to tease him: "How about I invite a few more guests?"
Perhaps sensing my aggression, Albert became unusually talkative.
"That's truly a brilliant idea."
"Just like last time I saw you stuff cheese dumplings into pasta."
"It was an incomparably brilliant idea. Although when I saw that dish, I just felt extremely disgusted."
My shock was beyond words.
How dare you!
They actually doubted my taste.
I haven't even commented on your stargazing faction, yet you say my carb bomb is disgusting.
"Then I hope you'll feel even better tonight."
Because I'm sure I'll make him feel nauseous.
*
We were seated for dinner, which was from 8:00 PM to 10:30 PM.
In the Baker Street robbery, Robert, the first detective, overheard the thieves' conversation at 11 p.m.
There is plenty of time.
Speaking of this Mr. Robert, he's even harder to get a hold of than Manager Richie.
Manager Richie made a good impression on me during our first meeting. Moreover, given my status as a potential major client, and the manager's focus on core performance indicators, extending an invitation wasn't particularly difficult. As long as it wasn't a last-minute invitation, it was fine.
Mr. Robert was a person found with the help of the company's team of reporters.
Of course, I specifically asked them to find the relevant person.
I don't know what method they used.
It just goes to show that there's strength in numbers; they managed to gnaw through this bone and bring it right to me.
Jenny was there at that moment and helped me a lot. "I heard that Mr. Robert is a radio enthusiast who connects with other enthusiasts around the world in his spare time and sometimes provides communication support to the community. We've always wanted to write a column for enthusiasts like you, to provide the world with a window to understand you."
After a few words, the silent Mr. Robert finally spoke.
"Would you like to see it tonight?"
This is like someone handing you a pillow when you're feeling sleepy—it's incredibly convenient.
I instinctively glanced at Albert beside me, wanting to observe how he would react to the sudden change in his thieving plan.
But when I turned around, I saw that he was looking at me.
I could clearly sense that my actions were unexpected by him, so there was a slight ripple in his calm gaze.
Strangely enough, in that very instant, I realized that his considerations coincided with my own.
Neither of us wanted to back down.
Once their eyes met, neither would back down, and it inexplicably turned into a contest of strength.
He wouldn't look away, and I wouldn't back down either.
The duration of their eye contact was unusually long.
Something's not right.
I sensed something was off.
Is there an error here?
I inexplicably had a feeling that I had fallen into a trap.
Before I could investigate further, Albert frowned, his words filled with disdain, "You have sauce on your face."
"..."
A note from the author:
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When He Xiaomao gets angry, she rolls on the ground.
I think He Ji is quite suitable for a cow cat.
No need for nutrient solutions or landmines, just show your support with comments if you like it. I still have at least 12,000 entries to write on my list, so I should finish the whole case in the next couple of days.
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