The night in Old Dunling was the same as always, with thick steam pouring into the streets along with the rising airship, but this time the streets had some different colors.
A blinding light flickered in the darkness, and the fluorescent tubes kept flashing, making everyone who tried to see what was written on them feel dizzy. At the same time, passionate singing could be heard faintly behind the door, attracting the attention of passers-by.
Perhaps because he had finally become the head of the family, the new owner of 121A Cork Street never looked back in the direction of debauchery.
The living room on the first floor still looks the same as before, but with Lorenzo's renovation, there are a few more chairs and a more formal-looking mahogany table. However, it only looks more formal. It is placed casually and is piled with clothes, books and plates. It looks like someone has just eaten here.
He hummed loudly and turned up the volume of the radio. The youthful atmosphere filled the old building, as if the rainstorm had made it look brand new.
On the street not far from 121A Cork Street, a carriage was parked. The people inside the carriage opened the curtains and looked at the house number shining behind the fog.
"So he's... back?"
Seryu turned his head and looked at the guy opposite him.
Oscar also squeezed over and looked at the ridiculous doorplate.
"It seems so."
"Where did you get the news?" Seleu couldn't help but ask.
As good friends of Lorenzo, since the storm, except for Hercule who is still missing, the relationship between Seleu and Oscar has gradually become closer.
There are many reasons, not just the business cooperation between Stuart and Nordro. In Oscar's words, as partners who were invited to have tea by Arthur, they are already brothers who have been through thick and thin together.
Although Seleu didn't want to admit it and expressed disgust at Oscar's final act of selling out his teammates, when this guy became shameless, Seleu really had no way to deal with him, and sometimes Oscar would always bring some surprises, like this time.
"The news? From this."
Oscar thought for a moment and took out a crumpled piece of paper from his clothes.
"I found this when I opened the store this morning, but the guy who put up the posters was chased away by the police after he put up only a few. Fortunately, I was quick-witted and saved one."
Seleu took the paper ball with confusion and unfolded it little by little.
The touch of the paper was very cheap, and the first thing you saw was the rubbish layout and the slogan with several typos. It looked like an advertisement from some shady workshop, but as Seleucus read out the words, his expression became complicated.
"Winchester Detective Agency opens today at 121A Cork Street..."
"Well, although it's a little unbelievable, it's indeed something that guy can do."
Oscar spread his hands helplessly. Sometimes the truth of things is so surprising.
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I pushed the door open and saw a shotgun hanging horizontally on the wall. A guy in pajamas was lying on the sofa below it. There were messy books piled up all around, and the blackboard on the other side was covered with messy handwriting and some illegible pictures.