48 Hours a Day

Zhang Heng wrote down the addresses of former SEAL commandos and psychologists before the blackout.

Both in the United States and Greenland, he was quite far from his city, and further investigation would be required once he had been there, without a week or two it would be difficult to estimate what the outcome would be.

However, Zhang Heng had already hung up on himself shortly after school started. His good luck was finally exhausted. He had also been missed twice in order to solve the problem of [Death Dream]. He was temporarily unable to leave, so he had to put his itinerary on summer vacation.

At the end of the month, Zhang Heng returned to Desire City Bar.

Instead of making cocktails behind the bar this time, the bartender lady stood outside the door of the lounge touching the fish and lit a cigarette, looking cold at the men and women beneath her feet twisting their bodies with a melody.

When Zhang Heng walked up, he said, "What you entrusted to me has already turned out. ”

“Hmm?” The music was too noisy and Zhang Heng had to take two steps.

“I have found someone who can help you repair that knife. He is the most powerful blacksmith I have ever seen. He has forged weapons for the gods. Not only can he restore your knife, but he can even help you make some upgrades based on the original. ”

“But?”

“But… you have to pay 2,000 game points, plus you have to find the bottom half of this knife and give it to him along with the top. ”

“He just helped me put the two parts together and then charged 2,000 points? This is not a small number, so this large amount of game points can buy a Class C item, or the more aggressive type.” Zhang Heng remembers that the final transaction price of [Escape Dagger], which was so hot at the auction earlier, was only 2050 game points.

He paused and said, "Besides, you haven't told me exactly what kind of game prop this is. ”

“Unfortunately, I was unable to identify it before it was recast.” The bartender lady said.

“So this is like a gamble?” Zhang Heng frowned

The samurai knife he got from the woman in red in the last round of the game, when he returned to the real world, Zhang Heng handed it over to the bartender lady along with the USB disk and the copper ring and entrusted her with the possibility of fixing it, but he did not expect the final price to be so high.

Repair an unknown quality item with 2,000 points, the risk is too high, even a C-grade item may not achieve this value, and if it is a D- or E- or even F-grade item, then Heng loses a fortune.

“Anyway, man, I've helped you find it, it's up to you.” The bartender lady said.

“Think about it when I find the second half of the cutting sword.” Zhang Hengdao.

If the rest is not unexpected, it should still be in the hands of the woman in red. It is not easy to get it, so it is not necessary for Zhang Heng to get involved in this matter for the time being.

He pushed open the door to the lounge, and the light car approached the unmanned card, took out the alarm clock under the seat and set the time, opening his seventh round of games.

[Player authentication in progress...]

[Verification passed, randomly extracting the seventh round of copies for player No. 07958...]

[Extraction complete - current copy is the deduction method]

“Logicians can deduce from a drop of water the existence of the Atlantic Ocean or Niagara Falls without having to see or hear it, so life is like a chain of chains, and we just have to peek around to see the whole thing. ”

[Mission Objective: Complete a case solving with your new roommate and find the criminal first]

[Mode: Single]

[Time Flow Rate: 240] (1 hour in the real world equals 10 days in the game, after 30 days the player is forced back to the real world)

A friendly reminder that the game will officially open in five seconds, please prepare the player.

By the time I saw this round of replica names, Zhang Heng had already remembered the famous name of a detective novel world. I don't think it's such a coincidence.

And when he opened his eyes and saw the signs in front of him, he finally further confirmed his earlier assumptions.

Baker Street.

Zhang Heng shifted his gaze to the house across the road. No surprise, he saw the door plate of 221B.

The residence of the author of the famous 221B Baker Street, Beekeeping Practical Manual, A Study of Segregation Bee King, of course wrote this great book after his retirement.

Zhang Heng walked along a muddy and mixed path of horseshit. London's sky was as gloomy as ever. The grey mist covered the city like a typhoid patient's face.

A man with a dome hat drove past Zhang Heng in a hurry. The mud spot on the wheel splashed onto Zhang Heng's leg, but before the latter opened, the carriage had disappeared quickly into the street.

Zhang Heng reached out and knocked on the door.

A moment later, the door opened and a middle-aged woman's face came out, smiling, “Oh, you must be the new tenant here. ”

“Mrs. Hudson?” Zhang Heng said.

Mrs. Hudson is the original female host of 221B Central Baker Street and usually works part-time as a cook and cleaner, which is included in the rent, although her real person does look younger than the original and under 40.

“Yes, Mr. Zhang Heng, where is your luggage?” Mrs. Hudson looked behind Zhang Heng with enthusiasm.

The latter stunned, “Uh... where did I leave my luggage for a friend? I'll pick it up later, but I don't have a lot of stuff. Can I check my room first? ”

“Of course." Mrs Hudson said, "Come on in, this will be your home in the future. The furniture and everything is perfect and the light is good. You can see the street below by pulling the curtains...” But she stopped talking about it.

Zhang Heng asked, "What's wrong? ”

“… is your roommate, who may have a strange personality, but I can assure you that he is a decent man, but he has some minor problems and no one is perfect,” Mrs. Hudson sighed, "Anyway, welcome to stay. ”

Zhang Heng raised his eyebrows, “My roommate, where is he now? ”

“He went out for a concert this afternoon, but it's almost time to come back.” Mrs. Hudson's voice had just dropped and a knock was made outside the door.

Mrs. Hudson turned back and opened the door again, this time standing outside the door a lean, gazing eagle hook nose man, more than six feet tall, who seemed to wander in the ocean of music until she noticed Zhang Heng behind Mrs. Hudson.

“Oh, looks like my roommate's here. Nice to meet you. I'm Sherlock Holmes. You can call me Holmes.” As he spoke, he stretched out a palm with ink and traces of reagent.