48 Hours a Day Novel Chapter 491 - A Small Injury

Chapter 491 A Small Injury

The Baker Street Irregulars were among Sherlock Hols’s large deck of trump cards.

They were made up of a group of street children employed by Sherlock to run errands and track down information. Due to their age and social status, people paid no attention to them, and they were practically invisible within the city’s confines. Even if they were to trail soone undisguised, it rarely raised any suspicions.

“Instead of letting them wander around aimlessly around the streets, it’s better to give them sothing to do. Don’t underestimate those urchins—sotis they are even better than a dozen police officers. They can go everywhere and hear everything,” said Hols as he picked up his violin. “Since we have nothing else to do, any songs that may tickle your fancy?”

“Please, just play whatever you wish.”

“Then it’ll be Sarasate’s Introduction and Tarantella,” said Hols. He placed the violin between his chin and left collarbone and began playing Zhang Heng guessed that Hols’s violin level had to be between Lv.1 and Lv.2, a little less skillful than professional players, but it sounded terrific all the sa to the untrained ear. Listeners enjoyed his playing a lot, especially in the tis he put special effort into it.

As Hols beca completely imrsed in the sea of music, Zhang Heng took the opportunity to see his chosen case.

In all fairness, it was actually quite interesting.

This was especially true, considering how he learned programming and communication for quite a while in the previous quest. In comparison, these cases were far more captivating, particularly when the collection of newspaper clippings played out like the scenes of an eloquent story, where each uncovered plot would be more bizarre than the last.

Zhang Heng understood why Hols was so fond of solving cris. It was like playing a crossword puzzle. It’s participants had to utilize their full knowledge and concentration, and finding the answer itself was enough to bring satisfaction and a great sense of accomplishnt.

Of course, there were more urgent things Zhang Heng needed attending to. Sherlock was finished and Zhang Heng asked him a question. “Do you know of a way I can earn money?”

“Why? Are you short of money?” Hols raised his eyebrows. “For soone who pays half-a-season’s rent as a deposit to soone he hadn’t t before, it’s rather strange that you’re in need of money.”

“That money was given by an elderly friend when I told him that I had found lodging. The truth is, I don’t have much left,” confessed Zhang Heng. He examined his pockets at the beginning of the quest, and there were about five pounds and seven shillings in it. Even though the rent was paid forward, and als were provided at ho, the money wasn’t nearly enough to support the daily expenses of London.

Hols shrugged. “I would like to hire you so that you can assist

in solving cris. We worked well together in that textile factory, but I may not be able to pay you any salary. If I did, I wouldn’t have needed soone to share the rent with .”

“Solving cris is sothing I’m interested in, so you don’t have to pay

anything, but it looks like I would need another job, perhaps sothing that won’t take up too much ti,” said Zhang Heng.

Even though it was still early in the quest, beating Sherlock Hols at solving cris wasn’t going to be an easy task. That said, Zhang Heng was ready to put in the work. In fact, he did not need much money, just enough to cover his expenses. Earning that much here would be useless as he couldn’t bring the money out into the real world anyway.

There were plenty of ways Zhang Heng could make money in this era, but they were all jobs that took up long hours. What more, the more important thing here was to explain to Hols his source of inco.

“Hmm... I do happen to know a way to make money.” Hols touched his chin. “I did it for a while, and although it wasn’t for the purpose of making money at the ti, it did bring

a considerable inco. It ets your requirents perfectly. Also, it won’t take up too much of your ti. All you need to do is free up an evening, but...”

Hols paused.

“It won’t be easy. You have to show

that you are indeed capable of making this money.”

The private detective got up from the sofa and gestured to Zhang Heng. “Co with , leave your hat and coat, we won’t be gone long.”

The two walked out of 221B Baker Street and ca to an open area with no one around. Hols stopped, turned to face Zhang Heng, and raised his fist without a warning. Zhang Heng imdiately reacted by moving out of the way and avoided being hit.

“Not bad,” Hols praised. “I can tell from your physique that you’ve probably been trained to fight. Great. I shall not reserve my strength then.”

Hols constantly shifted directions so his opponent couldn’t tell when or how he was going to attack.

Zhang Heng, on the other hand, remained in his place, not moving much.

The next minute, Hols suddenly threw a punch again, but this ti, Zhang Heng did not sidestep. Instead, he stretched out a hand to block Hols’ punch, this ti, much stronger and faster than the previous one.

“Good defense.”

Hols did not seem surprised but rather excited by his flatmate’s resistance. Now, he appeared to be more motivated to win, and beca a lot more focused.

In truth, his punch was not all that unusually strong. His moves were quick, clean, and straightforward. In a way, it was very similar to Zhang Heng’s style.

Hols’ boxing skills, like his violin playing skills, however, were at the highest level for an amatuer. It more than sufficed for the detective industry, but was worlds apart Zhang Heng’s decade of training in deadly battlefields. Right now, without a sword in hand, Zhang Heng was sowhat handicapped and he would have to rely on his body posture and movents to avoid most of Hols’ attacks.

“I’m going to start my counter-attack,” announced Zhang Heng.

Hols hesitated. He could already tell that Zhang Heng was a lot stronger than he was, but at the sa ti, it made him even more curious about how good his opponent really was. Since they had already started, they might as well go on, he thought to himself.

Five minutes later, Hols returned with Zhang Heng to their apartnt with one hand covering his eye.

“Do you need

to get you sothing for that?” asked Zhang Heng.

“No need. It’s just a minor injury,” said Hols. “I was hit harder than this every day when I was a boxer.”

The mont Sherlock uttered those words, he quickly realized that it was nothing to be proud of.

“Anyway, I can introduce you to a few underground boxing arenas, but if you really plan to make money from this, you’d better throw a ga every now and then. Don’t win too effortlessly, otherwise, there won’t be any excitent and suspense, and the handler will have a difficult ti.”