Baker Street Charterers

"Hey, when did we have a female guest here?"

Nora turned her head, and there was a plump and petite British woman about 35 years old standing behind them. She had a pair of very pale green eyes, painted with extremely delicate heavy makeup, and her face was slightly round. She looked like a worldly shrewd philistine.She wore a bright red tunic dress, very eye-catching red lips, and held a small fan, fanning it slightly on her chest, looking at them without blinking, as if she was thinking about something.

"Are you the landlady here?" asked Holmes in that curiously oily buzzing voice.

The other party showed a smile, pursed his lips slyly, and his voice was as sweet as thick melted chocolate, "Oh yes, sir, I am Ella, the proprietress here, you look so good, bring your wife to find Lezi?... This is the first time I've seen it."

Holmes snorted impatiently, lifted his chin, and said haughtily, "There is no word on the door that you are not allowed to bring ladies in with you. Don't you want to take our business? Are you afraid of the girls here?" Not pretty enough?"

Ella blinked her eyes, "How could it be, sir, as long as you have money, we can satisfy you with anything...if this lady doesn't mind."

Nora raised her eyebrows, "I don't mind, I also want to come and open my eyes."

Probably Ella received a variety of guests on weekdays, all kinds of exotic flowers. She didn't show too much surprise about this kind of "husband and wife" grouping up to whore-prostitutes. Said, "This makes me grow eyes... I will take over your business, gentlemen and ladies, what kind of girls do you like? I have all kinds of girls here, and the beauties from the East are delicate skinned and tender, and they are from India. The woman's body is so enchanting that the guests wish to die on her belly, and those black pearls who are obedient and good at work, and the brown-skinned beauties with the style of the Caribbean coast..."

Nora 囧囧 listened attentively to this brothel proprietress’s list of treasures, and for some reason, she felt like she was reporting the menu—I have New Orleans grilled chicken pizza, pastoral-style seasonal vegetable sausage pizza, and Fresh and pleasant fruit pizza, which one do you want your guests to order?

She had the urge to burst out laughing right away.

Fortunately, Holmes immediately rescued her from this embarrassing situation—after some deep thinking, the fat whore-client shook his head resolutely, showing disgust, "I don't want those dirty people Come and serve me, I like fairer and cleaner ones... How many young girls have you come here in half a year?"

Ella squinted and smiled, "There are so many that you can never get tired of playing, sir."

This answer shocked Nora. So many girls were sold here in just half a year?How much of this dirty business has yet to be uncovered?How many young, beautiful girls whose lives could have been brighter had their lives ruined here?

Nora is not a Mary Sue. She has witnessed many black transactions in order to complete the task, or she was also a part of those transactions. She understands the scandalous things that human beings will do for profit, maybe it is The days around Holmes were so comfortable that she almost forgot when was the last time she felt this way.

If such a nasty human trafficking case is exposed, the water inside will be so deep and turbid. They are far from able to completely shake the huge foundation of this assembly line transaction by themselves.

She is too experienced in this. The law has always been based on privileges. People with power and money can despise it, trample on it, and override the code without any scruples.Not to mention the emperor of the underground criminal kingdom, even a former police chief, they couldn't have a perfect plan to deal with it.The police capital representing justice and sharp swords is involved in this dirty deal, how can they expect to get effective assistance from other police?

And this is England, the Kingdom of Great Britain, capitalism, the backward nineteenth century, freedom and justice are meaningless under the effect of money, not many people will care how many vagrants are missing today, how many innocent girls are sold here In this kind of place, they are more willing to appreciate the glorious deeds on the newspaper page, praise the queen, or gossip about a certain celebrity.

In a way, they are alone.But she is also very clear that Holmes will never give up, even if this case is likely to ruin his reputation or put him in jail, he is more obsessed than anyone else before he finds the truth and catches the criminal.

It's just unfortunate that she is exactly the same kind of person.So it is doomed that this will be a difficult journey without seeing the light.

"I want to inspect the goods first," she heard Holmes say.

Before the proprietress could answer, Holmes took out a stack of banknotes from her pocket, and Ella immediately stopped talking, and greeted her warmly with a smile, "No problem, of course no problem, sir, just wait a moment, I will give you Call the good guy you asked for—white skin, young, clean, within half a year...do you have any other requirements?"

Holmes pretended to think for a while, then shook his head, and said arrogantly, "That's all, you can find them immediately, don't make me and my wife wait too long."

"No problem," Ella walked away with a chuckle, not forgetting to order the attendants to pour them a glass of good Bordeaux red wine.

Nora shook the bright red and clear liquid in her hand with a goblet. Sitting on the soft and comfortable sofa in the small private room, she found it quite interesting, "How did you know she would serve us Bordeaux red wine?"

Holmes stroked his little beard and curled his lips, "Don't underestimate my memory. I heard someone say that when I was here last time, and you won't be surprised by his identity."

"Oh?" Nora put down the glass with interest, "Who is it?"

"Cecil Duane," said Holmes, still stroking his false mustache, as if amused, "do you remember him?"

"Of course," Nora replied, "the son of Adams Duane, the husband of Miss Füsun Osman...is he having fun in the brothel run by his father?"

"I do not think that Mr. Cecil is aware that it is his father's property," thought Holmes. "As far as I know, he is not a sensible heir. He spends a lot of time with his father, not to mention spending the money those women squander. Adams Duane is a cunning fox, and he will not let such a son inherit his hard-earned underground whore - Court... Believe me, if this is the case, Mr. Cecil will definitely impregnate all the beauties here with his children without hesitation, reason: inspection."

Nora showed a smile, she blinked, leaned over, and said in a very low voice, "Since we won't be able to find the director's flaws for a while...how about giving him a little trouble to appetize? "

Holmes responded quickly. "You mean to tell him—"

"Shh," Nora smiled slyly, "I remember that the weak and charming Miss Füsun Osman didn't seem to marry Mr. Cecil willingly? Then you think, after going through such an unbearable and dirty married life , facing the other half who comes home with the smell of other women's makeup every day, will she also want to do something to get revenge on her husband who has a messy character and makes her unhappy?"

"I'm sure you have 'acquaintances' who can tell her without anyone knowing, right?"

Holmes smiled knowingly. He raised his eyebrows. "I will never let you down, ma'am."

The embankment of a thousand miles was destroyed by ant nests.The rot of a brightly colored apple tends to start from the inside first.

Hope that couple doesn't let them down.As long as Adams Duane shows the slightest sign of self-disruption, they will have an opportunity to take advantage of it.

"Why haven't Grayson and Lestrade come yet?" Nora suddenly thought of this, "It stands to reason that they should have been there long ago."

Holmes, who was thinking about which "acquaintance" to look for, paused, his lips tightened, and he stood up abruptly, his face changed slightly, "Something's wrong—Lestrade always likes to take credit, he will follow closely like a shadow. Behind me, someone must have stopped him halfway."

Nora also stood up, her face was calm, and she quickly understood what he meant, "You mean, there are insiders in the police station?"

"It's entirely possible." Holmes said as he parted the thick door curtain, revealing a small gap, and looked out—it was very quiet outside, eerily quiet, with the ambiguous teasing, low moaning, and The faint singing voices disappeared, and it seemed that everyone had disappeared in an instant.

"Oh." Holmes lowered the curtain, and blinked at her. "It looks like we've cast ourselves in a trap, again."

After hearing this, Nora immediately said to him, "Stand back a few steps, Sherlock."

Holmes obediently complied, and Nora did not hesitate, opened the curtains, picked up the exquisite gold-plated candlestick on the fireplace, and threw it at the window!

Bang——The glass suddenly shattered, and there was a piercing sound of shattering.Nora shielded her face with her hands and smashed the rest of the obstructing glass, then pointed to the open back of the brothel, and said, "Run!"

Pulling her inconvenient skirt, she jumped out of the window neatly.Then came back to his senses, just as a bright smile appeared on his face, he immediately froze.

Holmes was still standing in the room with a small pistol pressed to his temple, his expression was a little helpless and sad, and he gave her an apologetic expression.

Behind him, the red-haired woman who was wrapped in a bed sheet and wearing a neat long skirt just now, smiled and waved to Nora with the other hand, and blew a kiss, "Hello, we meet again, little girl." beauty~"

"Nice job," Ella walked in slowly from behind the curtain, with a contemptuous and complacent smile on her face, "Mr. Holmes, it's been a long time since we saw each other."

"Is that so?" said Holmes, whose face remained unmoved and composed. "But I do not miss you, madam."

"You're well dressed, I almost didn't recognize you." Ella covered her red lips with a fan and chuckled, "I didn't expect you to bring us a surprise——Miss Nora Sharp, you are better than the photo It looks even more beautiful."

Nora was expressionless.

The red-haired woman pointed her gun steadily at Holmes, and Ella's eyes suddenly moved behind her, with a look of fear and respect on her usually shrewd face, she bowed immediately, and said in an extremely admiring and soft tone, "You are here, sir. "

Nora turned her head abruptly.

The sound of steady footsteps approached slowly, and a familiar yet unfamiliar figure appeared in her line of sight—a tall, thin man wearing a black overcoat with well-shaven sideburns, and an intellectual face The characteristic polite and restrained smile exudes an involuntarily admirable demeanor, just like an old-fashioned gentleman whose every move is a model written in the book.

Behind him are several people that Nora is familiar with—the beautiful Greek woman code-named Marianne, and the sharpshooter Colonel Sebastian Moran.

Even though she had never seen Moriarty's face clearly, and she only had a very vague image of his back and backlit side face, there was no doubt that this man standing in front of her with extraordinary bearing, about 40 years old, was that The famous James Moriarty.

She took a light breath.

"I thought we would meet in a more comfortable place next time." The other party spoke, his voice was low and peaceful, with an indescribable restrained charm, and there seemed to be a smile in his eyes, and he looked very approachable , "...But it seems that the results are unexpected every time, isn't it, Mr. Holmes, Miss Sharp?"

She was silent.