Come to London again.

The sun hangs in the air and it takes only an hour to come back from Edinburgh.

Han Xuan sent Anya back to the hotel where Mrs. Cecilia stayed. They were going back to the United States in the evening. When they said goodbye, Anya told her to bring the pandas to her to play with.

Seeing that she was rare to act like a little girl acting cute, Han Xuan couldn't tell her that the animals were moved and entered and the zoo were built, and they could not be taken away yet.

I didn't tell Princess Diana that she was back. She should have gone back to the United States with Anya and the others, but I don't have much to be busy lately and I want to stay in Europe for a few more days.

I sat in a coffee shop for a while in the afternoon, and at three o'clock, Gabriel and Jason drove two rented Rolls-Royce Shadow Spirits and headed straight for Baker Street west of downtown London.

Han Xuan was enjoying the street view outside the window.

I thought that London's population is nearly seven million, and it is one of the best big cities today. It is not easy to find someone from it...

Yes, he is going to find j.k. Rowling.

I only know her name, not her address.

So before going to Edinburgh, a detective agency helped find it.

If I had gone in a few years, I would have to go directly to the police station to search on the computer, but now it would be impossible to find someone from a large number of paper documents.

When it comes to Baker Street, we have to talk about Mr. Arthur Conan Doyle, the author of the "Shelmes" series. In the book, he fictionalized the address of No. 221b Baker Street, making this street famous all over the world.

When he wrote the book, Baker Street had already existed, but there was no 221b. Now this place has become a holy place for all detective novel fans, and the person Han Xuan found was one of the countless Sherlock Holmes novel fans...

The traffic conditions are pretty good, and there is no traffic jam.

If you don’t adapt to driving on the left, you always feel awkward.

In particular, I heard from Gabriel that he drove like this for a few times. Han Xuan remained silent and lowered his head and fastened his seat belt.

Turning into the longest street west of London, you can see the sign of a detective agency just a few stores.

They can't encounter any murders, they can almost support themselves if they have nothing to do.

Ronnie Rooney is one of them.

He had no mother since he was a child, and his father also died when Ronnie was twenty years old.

He inherited a department store left by his father and was a wealthy man worth tens of millions of pounds by renting a shop.

Ronnie likes Holmes, and she is so crazy.

After his father passed away in 1987, he rented a floor apartment opposite the Sherlock Holmes Memorial Hall in 221b Baker Street and hung the sign of the detective agency.

Currently, there are only two people in the entire company, he and the female secretary. The female secretary has nothing to do all day long, and he runs around and works. Many people in London know this joke.

The British private detective agency is legal and people who are good at doing well can sometimes cooperate with the police station to handle some simple cases and help find clues.

Unfortunately, Ronnie is not the group of people who "do well". He doesn't earn enough money every month to pay water and electricity bills, but he persists and believes that he will definitely encounter big cases.

Han Xuan always felt that he was bored and was more likely to find things to do.

To be honest, if Jason hadn't worked with him once and helped stare at a criminal who was on the US blacklist and did not know anyone in this regard, he would never have gone to him.

Three days have passed, and I haven't called a single call. I'm holding it and trying it out. If I can't do it, I will change people. I get off the car and look at the signboard.

"Fosmore Rooney Detective Agency?"

Han Xuan turned around and looked at Jason, obviously talking about whether it could be more reliable.

"Um"

Jason held it in for a long time and replied: "He said he would not take the ordinary road. There are more than twenty of the areas called Sherlock Holmes, and only his family is called Fosmore."

"Is there any difference..."

A girl in red who looks average but has a hot figure that she ignores her appearance and walks out in high shoes.

"Customer, right? Mr. Fosmore is waiting for you."

Han Xuan looked at Jason again, "Are you mistaken? The name has been changed, and this new name has been specially created?"

Jason touched his nose and said angrily: "Last time he was called Ronnie, absolutely right."

Gabriel looked at the girl for a long time, sighed deeply, and muttered: "What a blessing..."

Han Xuan had read the "Shelf's" series. When he entered the door, he found that the layout was exactly the same as the description in the book.

Up to the seventeen steps, the room that continues the usual mini-style style of the British apartment appears in front of you.

The decoration is full of Victorian elegance and luxury, with crimson wallpaper and walnut-colored furniture, which makes the room slightly dim and adds a bit of gloom in Conan Doyle's writing.

A magnifying glass and newspaper are placed casually, and a person stands by the curtains pulled up.

When Han Xuan saw him dressing up, he realized that the idiot was not the decoration, but the person he himself!

Wearing a hunting hat and a plaid windbreaker on his shoulders, he is thin and has a pipe in his hand.

There was no tobacco, and there was a burning marl-boro cigarette on it, with a deep face, as if thinking about things.

If it weren't for the strong curry rice flavor, it might have really added a bit of the style in the book.

He waited until the sound of footsteps approached before turning around.

Unplug the marlboro cigarette and press it in the ashtray to squat it out.

He coughed lightly and said, "I am Fosmore, hello, can I ask if I can help you? Young gentleman."

Han Xuan sat on the chair, picked up the black tea prepared by the female secretary, added sugar and milk, and looked up while stirring, looking at this handsome young man in his twenties.

He said speechlessly: "I asked you to find someone three days ago! Didn't you give you a deposit of two thousand pounds?"

“Ah~

The news was written in the letter, have you not received it?"

"Letter? Didn't I leave you a phone number?" Jason was also confused.

"No, no, no! How can I use the phone?

I received a message saying that MI6 is monitoring the call content at any time.

It’s safer to write such important news.”

Forsmore said seriously.

When Han Xuan heard this when he was drinking black tea, he coughed so hard that he covered his mouth and leaned over, pulled a piece of paper to wipe it clean.

"It's not important that you just ask you to help find someone, you found it?"

Gabriel raised his hand and made a gesture of being beaten on the head in a place where Forsmore couldn't see it. The female secretary covered her mouth and chuckled, her eyes were seductive...

"Well, I found it, it only took half a day."

"Why is it so fast?"

“Because she is a celebrity!

After searching for a long time, I found out that I had read her book!

"The Woman Who Doesn't Know Rejection" and "The Man Who Doesn't Dare to Like", a new book recently released, "Who Moved My **", which made me cry."

Han Xuan's chin was about to fall off, this is the j.k. Rowling he knew?!

"Are you sure it's her?"

Fosmore looked serious, "Don't worry if I do things, there is nothing that Fosmore can't do.

Just observe the clues carefully, such as this ash, black and white, and it is obvious that it is Marlboro."

"Nonsense, the smoke shell is still there." Han Xuan cursed inwardly and continued to ask: "How did you know?"

"After she divorced her husband, she wrote an autobiography, which is the first book "Woman Who Doesn't Know Rejection". Look at the name, it has so much meaning.

She said she had also conceived magic novels, but she had to go to work and gave up when she had no time to write them.

And his appearance is the same as you described. I took a sneak shot when I went to her to sign a meeting. Do you see if it was her?"

Han Xuan took the photo and it was Rowling.

Then he turned his attention to the billboard behind her: the most popular romance novelist of the year, popular in 17 European countries, and sold 4.5 million copies in half a year...

Momo took out his wallet and gave him three thousand pounds as the remaining salary.

It seems that Rowling doesn't need to be rescued. It's still fire that should be fire, in this different way.

Worried people are the most attractive to write romance.

As soon as Fosmore finished saying thanks, the sound of a plane flying low altitude came from above his head.

"There is an airport nearby?" Han Xuan asked him.

"No, it's all the Atlantic Ocean, how can you still have the opportunity?"

The sound of explosion came out!

The window was shattered by the shock wave, and then there were two consecutive explosions.

The books on the bookshelf fell all over the ground, smashing Han Xuan into a grimace... (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!