48 Hours a Day

“Don't make any moves, stand against the wall!” The guards cautioned and touched a handcuff from behind.

And the guy in disguise watched Zhang Heng get tangled up and sneaked down the stairs on the other side.

Zhang Heng remained calm and turned to Holmes in the compartment and asked, "What will happen if you kill the Prime Minister's guard? ”

The latter gasped and replied, “It depends, but you're not very comfortable in London. ”

“If that's the case, I'll leave that up to you.” Zhang Heng returned to his compartment and then turned out the window in front of Holmes.

By the time the guards rushed in, Zhang Heng had disappeared from the compartment, leaving Holmes, the gang, staring down on the ground.

Zhang Heng had LV1's rock climbing skills and easily climbed down the exterior wall of the theatre. When his feet touched the ground, the guy disguised as a waiter also ran out of the theatre gate and saw Zhang Heng immediately ran in the opposite direction.

Zhang Heng followed closely behind him.

The two of them ran half a street one after the other, the nights in the West Side were still lively, the gas lights on the side of the road, compared to the East Side with nothing, it was like another degree, there were still pedestrians and wagons on the road, London in the 19th century, already had a lot of nightlife.

Hotels, theaters, saunas, clubs, and lots of shops are open even after sunset.

The guy disguised as a waiter spared half a lap and ended up stuck in a barbershop.

Zhang Heng then followed him in, but he stopped vigilantly after only a few steps, but it was still a little late.

Zhang Heng heard the door locked behind him.

Later, several barbershop barbers who were still reading newspapers stood up from their positions and grabbed the razor on the barbershop.

Zhang Heng roughly counted, plus the apprentice's words there were almost seven enemies, and the key was that there were weapons on his hands, so this would not be an easy battle, so Zhang Heng was also ready for a bitter battle. He made a slight gesture, took off his dress, moved his wrist and wrist, and a fat barber in front of him hooked his finger.

Then the men in the barbershop hugged each other.

Zhang Heng was not polite. He turned around and ran to his back. He found the thinnest kid who should be only 10 years old and 5 years old. He avoided one of his pricks. Then he picked up his collar and fell over his shoulder, smashing him into the two enemies in front of him, and the person behind him who had just done this move also killed him.

Zhang Heng rolled directly on the ground and avoided this round of attack. However, he had not stood up from the ground and a small knife was drawn behind him. This group of men did it harshly. Without talking, the knife fell off, but Zhang Heng also grabbed the knife left by the elementary school student while rolling over.

After avoiding the first blow, Zhang Hengge blocked the second blow, while holding the guy who waved the knife, causing the latter to crash into the mirror beside him, temporarily losing his combat ability, but at the cost of having his left arm cut by the last person, while the other two temporarily blocked by him also rushed up.

Zhang Heng couldn't help but continue to fight. In this gap, he grabbed another knife from the dresser, so that both his left and right hands could attack, and he could stop being so busy.

The battle lasted about six minutes, and eventually four barbers, one apprentice, fell to the ground, and the other two barbers were also asthmatic. However, Zhang Heng also had some wolves and had several more mouths on him, but luckily there was no broken face.

Although his strength was excellent, after all, he had already gone through a battle in the theater before, chased out so far and consumed so much, and now he can't handle the remaining two people, leaning on the dresser for a breath.

At this tense moment, the door suddenly rang again with a dazzling knock.

Both sides were shocked, then Zhang Heng saw Holmes standing outside the door, and he was making gestures, as if to ask someone inside to help open the door.

However, the two barbers glanced at each other and no one left.

Holmes shrugged his shoulders outside the door and had to pick up his cane and smash the glass on the door. He then extended his right hand into it and grabbed the door bolt inside.

A barber ran over with a knife. Holmes did not retract his hand, but suddenly pulled out his cane with his other hand when he was about to rush in front of him, grabbed him by the neck, and pushed his head straight into the door.

Then Holmes opened the door and walked in. He stuck his cane on the ground and asked Zhang Heng and the rest of the people, "I'm sorry, am I bothering you? ”

“A little bit, I thought you'd be in a carriage to the police station right now.” Zhang Heng wiped the sweat off his forehead.

“Ha, the hand you left me there to run away from was really nice, but fortunately the theater doorman knew me and the deputy chief of police in the other compartment could testify to me.” Holmes Road, "so I came, and by the way, if you'd stayed a little longer, you'd have heard my warning that the guy disguised as a waiter was Prussian, and the Prussians in London liked the group very much, so it wasn't by chance that you were ambushed, and you should have avoided the Prussian crowd while you were chasing. ”

Holmes looked around and saw those crooked Prussian barbers at his feet, and said, "But I have to admit I was surprised by this result, and I know you can fight, but I don't know how much you can hit. ”

After that, he suddenly quickly swung his cane and struck the only barber who could still stand, who had tried to escape, but his stomach, which had been hit by this drop, was also lying on the ground.

“You're welcome. ”

“Is your neck better?” Zhang Heng asked.

“Not really. I don't know. I'll probably go to the clinic when this is over.” The mention of Holmes at the neck also made him feel bad, and he rubbed the red spot, “Is the guy still in there? ”

“I don't think so, otherwise I wouldn't have picked seven, I'd have picked eight. ”

Holmes walked up to the door of the inner house and shoved it open. The window was open.

“Well, we're not without it this time, but at least we can answer your second question before. ”

“Hmm?”

“Didn't you wonder how this Mr. M knew the secret behind the Viscount's paintings,” Holmes touched his chin, "and after this, I became more and more convinced that this Mr. M wasn't acting alone. Since he had people to help him run errands, he would naturally have people to help him gather intelligence. I'm afraid we're facing a criminal gang, and they clearly divided the labor, some people to spy on the information, some to step on the point, and some to buy people around the target, and our Mr. M was the head, and all he had to do was work on integration and planning. ”

Holmes said as he looked at Zhang Heng and picked up the wrinkled dress on the floor, "Where are you going? ”

“Go back to the theater and listen to the opera.” Zhang Heng trembled and wore the dress on him again. "Anyway, someone else gave me the ticket. It would be rude to leave without seeing it. Oh, and," Zhang Heng walked to the door and stopped walking. “You don't have to thank me for saving your life before. ”

“I thought you'd forgotten that.” Holmes Road.

“It's not easy to forget that you're strangled and look like a tomato.” Zhang Heng waved, "I left it to you, I didn't kill them, they were all just skin injuries. ”

“Well, that lady sings beautifully, and I hope you won't be captivated by her to influence our next move, my dear Eastern friend.” Holmes looked worried.