RNP Chapter 726 (4k) Sherlock Holmes Museum
Chapter 726 (4k) Sherlock Holmes Museum
Chapter 726 (4k) Sherlock Holmes Museum
After leaving the airport, there was a row of taxis parked outside. London taxis are mostly black with a small yellow sign saying "taxi" on them. They have a round head and a retro shape, and are similar to SUVs. The interior is very spacious. After putting down the temporary seats behind the driver's seat, three people can sit opposite each other. The last time I sat like this was in the luxurious long sedan of Sonoko's family.
"It's a little crowded with six people sitting here now. If there's one more person, there won't be enough space. We'll have to squeeze in with the luggage." Martin said proudly, looking at the little Corgi.
Speaking of the extra people, Kogoro Mouri naturally thought of Conan and Kudo Shinichi, and then he remembered the cousin that Martin mentioned had not come yet.
"Is the guy you mentioned who's staying at the detective boy's house coming or not?" Maori Kogoro muttered, "If he's coming, remember to remind him to print out an itinerary. Ms. Diana may not care, but it's still good to have a receipt."
"I will come." Martin checked the time and calculated: "The time difference between Tokyo and London is eight hours. It is already five o'clock in the afternoon in Tokyo time... At the latest at seven o'clock in the morning, my cousin will find that there is no one next door to him."
……
This morning, Subaru Okiya made a big discovery.
That is, when he was peeking over the walls of the two houses, he was not washed in the face by the watermelon like he had been a few days ago. Although the two watermelon shooters stared at him, they did not attack him, including when he bravely climbed into the yard with the pot lid and watermelon knife as defense.
Great! It must be my sincerity that finally made the two of you become familiar with me! Subaru Okiya approached and patted Watermelon Shooter on the head, then came to Dr. Agasa's door and knocked, thinking that Akemi must be surprised to see him standing in front of the door.
No one cares about him.
No way?
Because 80% of the walls of Dr. Agasa's house were made up of floor-to-ceiling windows, Subaru Okiya simply walked around his house and found through the glass that there was no one in the living room.
He hurriedly called Miyano Akemi to find out what happened, but Miyano Akemi was on a plane at the time and could not answer the phone or email. The second thing he did was to ask Conan, but the little Corgi's phone was still in the lake, so he planned to get a new one after returning from London.
Then he asked the Kudo couple who had been helping him, but they didn't know either - Xiaolan didn't know they were in Japan so she didn't inform them, and the little Corgi knew but couldn't say anything.
The joy of successfully passing the Watermelon Pitcher security certification has been wiped out by the confused shock of the collective disappearance of Mingmei and others. Okiya Subaru has no choice but to dig out the wiretap recorder buried under the wall of Kudo's house in the hope of getting some clues.
Were there footsteps at 11pm last night? There was also the sound of the suitcase wheels rolling on the ground at a steady speed. The only voices were Mingmei and the doctor confirming that the water and electricity were disconnected and the doors and windows were locked... It seemed that they left on their own without any accidents.
Then he continued to fall forward, nothing unusual, nothing unusual… one day, two days, three days… amidst the subtle and rustling friction sounds that forced Subaru Okiya to turn up the volume to the maximum, a hoarse voice suddenly appeared and hit his eardrums: "Cousin, are you there, are you there, are you there… Get ready to go to London in two days, don’t say I didn’t tell you!"
“……” Okiya Subaru, who was rubbing his ears, had reason to suspect that the last sentence was directed at him now.
But I finally know where Akemi and the others went... London? Come to think of it, my mother and Masumi also went to London, right? Vermouth disappeared from Japan again... I'm a little concerned.
……
Three of the five-star hotels in London were acquired by vests and then transferred to Martin's name. Of course, they stayed in Martin's hotels. When Kogoro Mori learned about this for the first time, he stared at the rich man Martin.
After Martin told him, "These are all the inheritance my dear brother left me," Kogoro Mori's expression became complicated.
When the taxi arrived at the hotel entrance, everyone did not get off the car. Instead, they handed their luggage to the hotel manager who came to greet them. Then, of course, the first stop was to go straight to the Sherlock Holmes Museum on Baker Street.
"There are actually horse-drawn carriages on the road!" Mao Lilan looked out the window and said in surprise, "Is it prepared for tourists?"
"As far as I know, the gentlemen with Union Jack flags in old London like this." Martin next to him complained: "London has not changed much in more than half a century since the end of World War II."
……
The Sherlock Holmes Museum is not difficult to find. The green facade and sign are very conspicuous, exactly the same as in the novel. As the overly simple introduction in the tourist brochure received at the airport said, this is "the most famous address in the world."
The taxi driver thoughtfully provided a POS machine, and Kogoro Maori also prepared a credit card in advance that can be used for overseas consumption.
After getting off the taxi, Kogoro Maori looked at the number on the bill. He didn't think the number was large at first, but after he converted it into Japanese yen, even though he was used to the expensive taxis in Japan, Kogoro Maori couldn't help but twitch his lips.
Admission to the Sherlock Holmes Museum is £15.
"Excuse me, can I bring this child in?" Mao Lilan held the little Corgi in both hands and asked the ticket seller in broken English.
The little Corgi looked at them nervously. If it couldn't get in, it would really fight with Martin.
The two staff members who were both ticket sellers and doormen looked at each other, then solemnly took out a tape measure to measure the length of the little Corgi, and then nodded to the nervous man and dog.
"You are lucky." One of them said to Xiaolan in English: "Corgis usually get some preferential treatment in London."
Before Xiaolan could react and realize that Corgi refers to a corgi dog, they stopped Martin behind him and said, "Sir, you haven't bought your ticket yet."
Holmes Martin pointed to his face and said, "I am Sherlock Holmes. Do I need to buy a ticket to go back to my own home?"
Although Baker Street in Conan Doyle's time was only numbered in the 70s, and according to the current road numbering method, the location of the Sherlock Holmes Museum should be 239 Baker Street, but the British government has indeed determined the address here as 221B Baker Street, which is Sherlock Holmes' residence.
"Unfortunately, Mr. Holmes, your lease with Mrs. Hudson expired a hundred years ago." The staff member said very seriously, and then pointed inside: "At least ten Holmes are received here every day."
After all, there is a store that specializes in renting costumes and props just 20 meters away from the door, renting out various costumes for dressing up as Sherlock Holmes or Watson.
It seems that today's worldview has not changed because of Martin's transformation. Holmes is still a character in the novel, and Martin is just a Coser who plays the role very well.
Martin didn't continue to pester, paid for the ticket, and then walked in. The Sherlock Holmes Museum is mainly a replica of the appearance of Sherlock Holmes's residence in the novel. After entering through a narrow door and going up a flight of stairs, the second floor of the building actually corresponds to the first floor in the novel, which is the study of Holmes and Dr. Watson, and is connected to Holmes' bedroom. There, a lady dressed in Victorian servant's clothes very friendly to introduce the relevant situation to visitors.
Martin had actually visited Holmes' home in other worlds. Compared with his memory, the reproduction here was indeed well done. For example, a small desk was piled with dirty old flasks, and the walls here were as neat as a new house, with less of the smell of smoke and fire.
There are very few visitors to the Sherlock Holmes Museum today.
Xiaolan was walking around with the little corgi in her arms, while Miyano Akemi and Huihara Ai were walking together not far from them. As for the three men, including Martin, they were not very interested in this.
Although he became Sherlock Holmes today and 'went home', this joke was not very interesting to Martin.
There was a large sofa chair in the study. Martin sat on it without hesitation, then took out his mobile phone and checked and replied to several emails.
After putting away his phone, Martin suddenly noticed a dozen envelopes pressed by a magnifying glass on the round coffee table next to him.
Judging from the time on the postmarks, these letters are all authentic and are letters sent to Holmes by Sherlock Holmes fans from all over the world.
Just as the letters from fans of Yusaku Kudo quickly fill up the mailbox of Kudo's house, sending letters to Sherlock Holmes has become a reserved activity for fans of Sherlock Holmes.
When Conan Doyle was alive, countless letters from readers came in like snowflakes. Many of them firmly believed that Sherlock Holmes was a real person. They attached the bizarre cases or puzzles they encountered in their letters, hoping that Sherlock Holmes could provide reasoning.
To this day, there are still a large number of readers' letters with cases attached to them sent to the Sherlock Holmes Museum. The museum staff randomly selects lucky readers to read these letters and try to solve the puzzles. If they solve them, they will imitate the tone of Sherlock Holmes and write a reply that seems to be typed on a retro typewriter.
In short, these letters were written to Sherlock Holmes, and they were probably left here by the staff after the postman delivered them this morning. Martin was Sherlock Holmes today, so he unceremoniously picked a few letters in a language he could understand, opened them, and read them carefully.
At this time, more tourists came in. They were two young European women about the same age as Xiaolan. Then they saw Martin on the sofa and said, "Oh, look! That wax figure!"
"Oh my God! It's just like what they said, the wax figures are so realistic that they look like real people!"
There are wax figures in the Sherlock Holmes Museum, but they are all placed on the second and third floors. The main characters in the novels, whose appearance details are accurately described, are all among them.
Apparently, these two ladies had done their homework and mistook Martin for a wax figure of a real person.
After realizing this, Martin deliberately stopped his movements and transformed himself into a wax figure of Sherlock Holmes leaning unsteadily on a sofa, concentrating on the letter in his hand.
The two girls walked quickly towards him, then took out their mobile phones, adjusted the perspective and studied how to put the two of them and the 'wax figure' in one photo.
Martin blinked.
One of them turned around alertly.
"what happened?"
"I feel like... the wax figure is moving?"
"Don't scare me." Her companion hit her lightly.
In fact, the more realistic the wax figure is, the more likely it is to cause people to experience the uncanny valley effect.
"I didn't... Never mind, let's just take a photo..." The girl looked Martin up and down suspiciously, but still couldn't figure out anything, so she continued taking the photo.
The moment they finally found a satisfactory angle and pressed the shutter, Holmes Martin suddenly turned his head, stared at the camera with wide eyes and bared his big white teeth.
The two girls who were taking the selfie were staring at the screen, their attention was on their phones. They only felt that after they pressed the shutter, the 'Sherlock Holmes' on the screen suddenly turned his head and looked at them.
"Ah——!"×2
After the catapulting start, there was only one mobile phone left in free fall, which was caught by Martin.
The two who took off with a sprint ran straight up the stairs to the second floor, where they saw more wax figures, felt greater fear, and heard sharper explosions.
The staff hurried upstairs to check the situation, while Mao Lilan came down from upstairs holding the little Corgi and passed by them.
'The wax figure of Sherlock Holmes doesn't seem to be as faithful to the original as Martin's...' the little Corgi thought with half-moon eyes.
Behind them are the Miyano sisters holding hands.
'What did that guy do again? ' Huiyuan Ai thought.
Then they saw Martin sitting on the sofa, holding something that looked like a letter in his hand, and writing a reply with a pen in his right hand.
Those should be letters from fans, right? As an old Sherlock Holmes fan, Conan naturally knows the tradition of writing letters to Sherlock Holmes, and also knows that most of them will have some mysteries attached... Speaking of which, Martin has transformed into Sherlock Holmes, so he has the same reasoning mind as Sherlock Holmes!
Thinking of this, the little Corgi jumped restlessly, wanting to quickly see what letter Holmes Martin had read and how he responded.
Xiaolan quickly understood the little Corgi's intention and brought it behind Martin.
The little Corgi tried to stretch his head and looked at the letter on the round coffee table that Martin had already written a reply to, and his reply was written directly under the letter paper. Then the little Corgi's eyes froze.
{Hello, Mr. Holmes, I like you very much...}
——{What a coincidence, I like myself very much too.}
{Mr. Holmes, a strange incident happened around me...}
——{I'm sorry, Mr. Holmes is away on business.}
{Dear Mr. Holmes, this matter has troubled me for a long time...}
——{Unfortunately, Mr. Holmes went to the Himalayas to learn magic.}
{Dear Holmes, I need your help...}
——{Unfortunately, Mr. Holmes was kidnapped by terrorists to make weapons.}
{Mr. Holmes, please help me...}
——{Unfortunately, Mr. Holmes came third in the Sherlock Holmes imitation show.}
{Mr. Holmes, if I can't get that answer, I will...}
——{I have loved you.}
(End of this chapter)