area51novel Chapter 277 Is Sherlock really that kind-hearted?
Chapter 277 Is Sherlock really that kind-hearted?
Chapter 277 Is Sherlock really that kind-hearted?
To Lorne's surprise, Dr. Allen seemed to have also heard of Sherlock Moriarty.
They apparently met through a club, but Dr. Allen didn't go into details.
All he knew was that Sherlock hadn't been to that club for a long time, and he didn't have her address.
The coincidence surprised Lorne. After making an excuse to go to the restroom and carefully performing a divination, he breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that the matter had no direct connection with Sherlock himself.
After praising Detective Moriarty's professional abilities to Dr. Allen, Lorne gave him his address and exchanged contact information with him so they could communicate at any time.
Dr. Allen fully understood why Lorne was injured and unable to accompany him to the detective's appointment. After all, in his opinion, Mr. Scott looked even more unfortunate than himself.
After agreeing to inform each other of any developments, Lorne left the hospital. He didn't return to Rose Street, but instead found an inconspicuous little hotel in the East District and hid there temporarily.
In any case, health is the foundation of everything, and he must wait until his wounds are fully healed before making any further plans.
"The design of the submachine gun needs further revision; the strength of ordinary steel is still too low —"
The Thompson submachine gun I had previously hand-forged was essentially unusable after firing about 150 rounds during the night of the raid on the Rose School. The barrel couldn't withstand that kind of wear and tear, resulting in a visible fracture, and the internal moving parts also became loose.
"Shouldn't the bullets be modified too? The chamber pressure of large-caliber revolver bullets is too high, causing too much wear and tear on the barrel—"
During his time resting at the hotel, Lorne spent his time recovering from his injuries and working on his gun design blueprints.
"Why is it so noisy?!"
Just as he was drawing the blueprints, a commotion came from outside the window, which made him frown slightly.
Curious, he opened the window and saw a large group of workers in dark blue overalls gathered together, completely blocking the gate of a factory. Judging from their agitated state, they seemed to be demanding their wages.
"Are there workers protesting?"
"Another factory has gone bankrupt?"
"Or is it to keep his job—" Lorne thought of the recent newspaper article.
Many factory owners, seeking to raise funds for a quick fortune in the stock market, mortgaged or sold their factories. This directly led to widespread unemployment among workers.
"All the rich people are rushing into finance—" Lorne sighed, looking down at the scene below. "How come I'm still thinking about starting a real business?"
After resting for four or five days in a small hotel, feeling that his wounds had almost healed, Lorne packed his things and prepared to go home. But before that, he went to the gun factory to check on the recent situation and, incidentally, to give the modified gun blueprints to Factory Manager Ted for analysis.
Thanks to orders from some of the colonial troops, the factory finally caught its breath. Lorne gave Ted some more money to smooth things over with other distributors, and they managed to secure a few more civilian orders. The factory was now finally breaking even.
Ted was very interested in the new gun blueprints Lorne had shown him. He put it, "Boss, if we had just started producing these guns back then, we'd probably be rolling in money by now!"
However, despite his excitement, he also raised some very practical issues. He stated that with the factory's current equipment, even the relatively simple Sten submachine gun could not be mass-produced; mass production would only be possible once the newly purchased equipment was fully debugged. Moreover, if they wanted to produce the new guns, they would have to stop the current production of shotguns.
Upon hearing this, Lorne stated that the priority now is to play it safe. The design of the submachine gun is not yet fully mature. They will consider other matters after completing all the orders on hand.
After giving Ted a few instructions, Lorne went to find old Kohler and asked him about the workers' recent situation.
Old Kohler said the workers were doing well at work, but several of their families had recently run into problems.
"What happened?" Seeing that old Kohler's expression was off, Lorne asked.
"It's like this, sir—" Old Kohler sighed, his tone heavy, "Recently, there have been many abductors and kidnappers in the East District."
"Several families of workers' children have suddenly gone missing."
"A kidnapper?!" Lorne frowned slightly. He knew that the East District had always been unsafe, but he didn't expect it to have deteriorated to this extent.
"Did you call the police?"
"I reported it." Old Kohler sighed again, looking dejected. "But the police said there have been too many cases like this lately, and they can't do anything about it. They can only tell us to go home and wait for news."
After saying this, old Kohler's mood sombered again, as if he were thinking of his long-deceased child.
"Sigh—" Lorne shook his head slightly. The children who went missing in the East District were mostly from ordinary working-class families. With so many missing, and things getting busy, how could the police possibly be truly attentive?
I'll talk to Hugh later. She deals with gangsters all the time. Let's see if she has any leads.
Just as Lorne had finished arranging everything and was about to leave the East District, he unexpectedly ran into an acquaintance on a street corner.
"This...it's like a persistent ghost—" Lorne muttered to himself, but quickly put on a professional smile.
"The people in the East District are still in the same dire situation as ever—" Klein sighed as he looked around at the ruined street scene.
He received a commission today; a journalist friend was coming to the Eastern District for an interview and asked him to act as his bodyguard for a while. After the commission was completed, he planned to take a stroll around the Eastern District and get a feel for the local "people's lives".
"Lastig" went out of town under the guise of a vacation. Before long, the wealthy businessmen who were scammed will discover he's actually vanished, and then the whole mess will explode.
"Leaving aside the wealthy, the workers here will definitely be affected as well."
"Although Charles said they would acquire those bankrupt factories and try their best not to lose their jobs."
But how could one possibly be so perfect in every aspect?
Just as Klein was feeling uneasy and worried about the future of the people in the East District, a figure came up to him.
"Long time no see, Detective Moriarty."
Klein was startled by the voice. He looked up and saw a familiar face dressed in a well-tailored black suit.
"James Scott?"
The person in front of him was none other than Lorne Disenke's friend, the guy who had conspired with Lorne to set him up!
"Mr. Scott, it's been a long time." Klein forced a smile.
"Yes, what a coincidence." Lorne smiled warmly. "I heard you and Lorne have cleared up the misunderstandings from before?"
"Congratulations! Congratulations!"
Tsk—it's solved.
That guy is incredibly ruthless. Back in Baiya Town, if it weren't for Plum Blossom 5 arriving in time, I probably would have been torn to pieces by him.
Klein used all of his "Joker" abilities to prevent his expression from completely breaking down on the spot.
"By the way, did Dr. Allen come to see you?" Lorne asked again.
"Dr. Allen? Oh, it's about investigating Will Onsett. He came by, saying you referred him."
"Yes. I heard from Lorne that you're very skilled, so I specially sent you a business opportunity."
Giving me business? This whole thing is weird from the start. You're probably trying to scam me again, aren't you?
Serves you right for being so unlucky! Klein thought to himself.
He had already heard from Dr. Allen that Mr. Scott's luck had recently been extremely bad.
"By the way, so what happened after that?" Lorne pressed. "Judging from your tone, you accepted the commission, and how did it go?"
"The Will Onsetin family has moved away," Klein sighed, speaking frankly. "The trail has gone cold."
"Is that so?" Lorne frowned slightly, also somewhat disappointed.
"Speaking of which, Mr. Scott—" Klein suddenly interjected, making a joke, "Shouldn't you also give me a commission fee? After all, you seem to care about this news quite a bit."
"Detective Moriarty, how can you be so materialistic!" Lorne exclaimed, looking utterly distraught. "Where is your most basic curiosity as a detective?"
Even the strongest desire to explore still needs money to eat — Klein thought to himself.
"Hmm—how about this?" Lorne looked up at the sky and suggested, "You haven't had dinner yet, have you? I'll treat you to dinner. Let's sit down and talk about this in detail."
Klein looked at the completely dark sky, rubbed his stomach, and finally nodded. He had been busy all day and was starving.
At the same time, he could also take this opportunity to see what kind of person James Scott was and whether he had any other schemes up his sleeve.
The two had only walked a few steps side by side when they heard a suppressed cry coming from not far away.
"Mommy, Daisy—Daisy, she—"
"Let's look again!"
"Stop looking! Hurry back and do the laundry, there's still so much laundry to wash!"
"But—but—"
Do you still want to eat tomorrow?
"Waaaaah————"
"Don't cry, I'm going to find the police—"
Something seems to have happened—Lorne turned his head, about to speak.
"Hey, should we go—"
Before he could finish speaking, he saw Sherlock Moriarty beside him already taking steps and walking straight toward the direction from which the sound came.
Was he going to help? Lorne was stunned for a moment as he watched the other person's back.
Is this guy really that kind-hearted?
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