Chapter 2 Interesting Work

Author: People in the Teaching

Chapter 2 Interesting Work

The hotel owner is a middle-aged couple with a cute face. The husband leaned against the bar and watched the latest "Stland Street" magazine. The wife sat down and rested and tasted coffee.

They seemed to think Watson was a hero injured in the war, and his service attitude was quite enthusiastic and gave him a discount.

Watson once again declined the boss' kindness to help carry his luggage and insisted on going upstairs by himself.

This hotel is transformed from a private residence, so the room layout varies. Perhaps because of the off-season, there are not many guests at this moment.

He chose a room on the top floor. The room was not big, but it was cleaned up, and the white-washed bedding always smelled of plum rain that had not been sun-dried for a long time.

This is also a major drawback of living in London.

Watson unloaded his luggage, placed his cane beside the bed, and tried to move his right leg, but it was still so unremarkable. Not to mention running freely, he could only walk slowly and hesitate even when walking.

This made him feel a little pessimistic.

In the past, except for the more cutting-edge ideas, I could only rely on my combat experience in joining the army and use it to find a hard work.

Now that one leg is half broken, I am afraid it is difficult to apply for a job as a bar guard.

Watson sighed, feeling that his future seemed a little dark. If he really couldn't find a suitable job, it seemed that he could only regain his old skills.

However, is there any skilled work in this city of London that can be used for infiltration, assault beheading, subverting riots and other skills behind enemy lines?

After many days of hard work, he was a little tired now. He lay on the bed and listened to the sound of carriages coming from time to time outside the window, and fell asleep.

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The next morning, Watson was tasting tea with the landlord and his wife downstairs. He drank black tea produced from Sam, which was also added with fresh milk. The taste was strong and astringent and had a sweet aroma.

This morning, it rained heavily in London. The land on the road was a little muddy. The carriage of the Little Stanford family drove to the hotel as scheduled, splashing mud flowers.

Watson and his landlord and his wife said goodbye, picked up their canes and walked into the carriage.

They took a bus to the Holborn Restaurant, where Stanford had already booked a quiet location.

Little Stanford skillfully ordered dishes, shaking the wine that had already woken up in the glass, staring at the buried war hero in front of him, "Watson, what are your plans to return to London?"

This is really sleepy and touching the pillow. In this backward era, there is no talent recruitment market. Watson is worried about where to find a job.

"I was thinking about finding a suitable job. Do you have any advice?"

Little Stanford laughed, drank the wine in his glass in one sip, patted his chest and said confidently: "You are really asking the right person. Our Stanford family still has some connections in London. Just say your request boldly. , I will definitely make arrangements for you."

Watson nodded, knowing that the other party was not a big deal. Although the Stanford family was not a relative of the king, they were also considered a nobleman with a long history in London.

But in fact, he has no specific goals.

"Actually, I didn't think about it. I basically wanted to find a job that is not so boring, can often come into contact with novel things, exciting but not dangerous, and has certain challenges and interesting tasks for both mental and physical strength."

This answer was somewhat beyond Stanford's expectations. He thought Watson would want to find a job related to his military experience, at least in this way, he would not waste his skills on the battlefield. Now the pre-prepared rhetoric cannot go smoothly

Throw out.

Interesting, exciting, challenging... Little Stanford lowered his head and murmured these needs, falling into deep thoughts.

After a moment he suddenly slammed the boxing and shouted excitedly: "I have it! I think of a job that meets your requirements!"

"Oh! What's the job?"

Watson was also a little surprised. After all, after he made those many requests, he had no idea.

"How about private detectives?!"

Stanford Jr. explained: "London is currently the most populous city in the world. The dense population is the breeding ground for crime. Now the authorities' peacekeeping police force is seriously insufficient, and difficult cases are emerging one after another. Especially among the nobles, some cases are not suitable.

When it is announced to the public, most of them will choose trustworthy private detectives to investigate.”

"Watson If you open a private detective office, you don't need to work all day long in the office and repeatedly, and you can often see unbelievable things among the nobles. The process of solving the case is also very challenging. Isn't it just satisfying?

Watson's request!”

Private detective...Watson first heard about this profession, the first thing that came to his mind was the elementary school student of Death and Juan Fu.

He wanted to shake his head and deny it, but after careful consideration, he found that Stanford seemed to make sense. In addition to the boring process of squatting, this private detective, the suspects were tracked and arrested, and the case investigation reasoning... These seem to be in line with his previous situation.

Requirements mentioned.

And it is also the time when detective culture is emerging.

The most important thing is that Watson was a real mystery novel fan, and he really had great interest in the detective industry.

"Good idea!"

Watson exclaimed sincerely.

"However, this industry should be hard to trust strangers like me, especially since I have no experience working in the police station. I am afraid that I will not be able to attract customers by opening a detective office directly."

Stanford waved his hand, "It doesn't matter. I happened to know a detective who is recruiting assistants. I can recommend it to you. Let's start with the assistant and accumulate experience and fame. It's not too late to start your own business if you have a strong wings."

"only……"

Stanford was a little hesitant, "I have to agree with you in advance. That detective is not easy to get along with, you have to be mentally prepared."

"Why? Could it be that there is something wrong with this person's character?"

"Oh, that's not what she means. As far as I know, she can barely call her character a good person, but she has a bit of a weird personality and is particularly obsessed with certain scientific fields. She often has some strange ideas."

"She?! Is this detective a lady?"

Watson was really surprised. Although the women's liberation movement has emerged now, it has not yet reached the era when "women can hold half of the sky". Women will still be discriminated against in their workplace work and are not very popular in most industries.

Little Stanford focused on the key point, "Yes, although she is a young lady, she is indeed very talented in the detective industry. Even though she is weird, her detectives have never lacked business, and customers who come and go are about to break the threshold.

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"You have always said that this female detective has a weird temperament and is difficult to get along with, but where is it manifested? You might as well give an example to make me mentally prepared."

"Some things can only be understood but not expressed in words." Stanford smiled, "Actually, her temper is normal, but she is too crazy about science, so it seems strange to others."

"I remember one time at a banquet, she was tired of facing a persistent suitor and took out a small glass bottle from her arms, which contained alkaloids containing toxins. As long as this enthusiastic suitor was willing to help taste it, she was willing to try it out.

She agreed to date her.”

Stanford, little, paused for a moment, as if he wanted to observe Watson's reaction when he heard this. However, this disabled war hero was really mentally determined, with a calm expression on his face, and still a serious expression.

He had to drink a sip of wine to pretend to moisten his throat and continued, "Of course, she is not purely malicious, but also the purpose of scientific research. While driving away the suitors, he can also try to verify the alkaloids.

The impact on the human body.”

"Of course, I believe that if other professionals helped record the scene, she would definitely be able to swallow the alkaloid without hesitation."

Watson didn't think it was surprising. He sounded like a fanatical scientist. He waved his hand, "It's okay, at least she would remind others that it was a poison."

"Hey! She is not only that. Another time I saw with my own eyes that she actually dragged out of the corpse in front of others and beat it hard with a stick, just to verify the condition of the scars left on the corpse.

What a fucking freak!”

Stanford was a little indignant. It seemed that seeing that scene really left a shadow on his mind.

Watson frowned when he heard this. It was not that he was disgusted with the strange behavior of the female detective, but that he suddenly felt that this experience sounded so familiar, and seemed to be highly consistent with a well-known novel character in later generations.

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"And she also..."

"Wait a moment." Watson couldn't help but interrupt Stanford Jr., trying to verify his unrealistic guess.

"The female detective you mentioned... is named after the big name?"

"Charlotte Holmes."

Leader of this work: John H. Watson

Origin: Retired military officer

Initial properties:

【Health】*2,【Pain】*1

【Passion】*1,【Passion(Crashed)】*1

【Rational】*2

【Fund】*28
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