Zhuang Wuming wore a black coat and a black hat, covering most of his face, giving him a British style.
Looking at the street signs, Zhuang Wuming raised his eyebrows, "Baker Street? Why does it sound so familiar?"
Hearing Zhuang Wuming's doubts, Kanghuaqiao whispered, "This is the street where the great detective in the famous novel "Sherlock Holmes" lives."
Hearing this, Zhuang Wuming suddenly realized, and then he saw the mysterious smile on Kang Huaqiao's face.
Suddenly something moved in my mind, "We're not going to 221b Baker Street, are we?"
Kang Huaqiao was stunned and said, "Mr. Zhuang, you are so smart, you can guess this."
"This house really exists, isn't it fictitious?"
"It was originally a fiction, but since the owner of the underground auction bought the entire street, everything has changed."
"Buy this street," Zhuang Wuming was a little surprised. He glanced at this long street that was hundreds of meters long. There were countless buildings. I'm afraid it was impossible without hundreds of billions.
"It's true. When this man wanted to buy Baker Street, countless people thought he was crazy."
"But surprisingly, all the residents of Baker Street agreed."
"There was no trouble or troublemaker, everything was voluntary."
"This method is simply appalling. Many people are in awe of this mysterious figure."
“You have to know that many of Baker Street’s families are old families who have lived here for hundreds of years.”
"It's almost impossible for them to relocate. This is the symbol and source of their identity."
"But the current owner of Baker Street has done it, which is very scary."
"Do you know the details of this mysterious master?" Zhuang Wuming looked at Kanghua Bridge. He had a hunch that this person might have something to do with the dream world.
The ability to get so many people to agree to sell their ancestral property probably has something to do with the power of the spiritual series.
"Mr. Zhuang, you will never guess the name of this mysterious man."
Looking at Kanghua Qiao, who was showing off his secrets, Zhuang Wuming raised his eyebrows and said, "You can't call him Holmes, right?"
Kang Huaqiao's expression froze again, and he looked at Zhuang Wuming with a wry smile, "Mr. Zhuang, you wouldn't have known that earlier, would you?"
"I really don't know. I'm just guessing. Seeing how enthusiastic he was about buying Baker Street, I feel like he is a Sherlock Holmes detective fan."
"I didn't expect that he actually called himself Sherlock Holmes..." Zhuang Wuming looked helplessly at Kanghua Bridge.
"This Sherlock Holmes is not only a book lover, he is really a detective himself, and he has also been personally awarded a knighthood by the Queen of England."
"Because he used his reasoning skills to help the Queen of England solve some private problems."
"Anyway, this man is a very magical person, very famous among the upper classes in Fog City."
"His underground auction house, because Her Majesty the Queen's shares are in it, no one dares to touch it."
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Listen to Kanghuaqiao continue to tell some things about the god of Sherlock Holmes.
Zhuang Wuming felt more and more powerful about this person, and became more and more certain that this person was an adventurer from the dream world."
While chatting, they arrived at No. 221b Baker Street.
Looking at this familiar yet unfamiliar house number, Kanghuaqiao knocked on the door.
The crisp metal collision sound is very harsh at night.
Dangdangdang
Da da da
With the faint sound of heels clicking, the door slowly opened.
An ordinary European and American maid with blond hair appeared in front of the two of them.
The maid had blond hair, dark blue eyes, and a pretty face. She looked at them with a professional calmness and nodded slightly, "Hello, gentlemen."
"Hello, ma'am."
Kang Huaqiao handed over the invitation, smiling like a gentleman, "This is the invitation."
Zhuang Wuming looked calm. He glanced at the woman and knew that she was just an ordinary person. Her physical fitness was not bad and she had obviously been trained.
After looking at the invitation and confirming that it was correct, the maid said, "Two gentlemen, please come in."
Following the maid, Zhuang Wuming and the two came to the end of the corridor, where there was a staircase leading downstairs.
Da da da
Following the sound of footsteps, they soon came to a depth of more than ten meters underground, where a wide hall appeared.
The hall is very large, covering an area of over a thousand square meters at a glance. It is magnificently decorated, but the lighting is slightly dim, and it is about ten meters high.
It is divided into two floors. The first floor is an open space, and the second floor is a small box with only one window that can see the hall.
Before entering the hall, the maid took out two masks and handed them to Zhuang Wuming and Kang Huaqiao.
Putting on their masks directly, Zhuang Wuming and Kang Huaqiao walked towards the second floor under the leadership of the maid.
After entering the private room, the place is not big, only a few square meters, with a sofa and a tea table with tea, melons and fruits placed on it.
The maid led the two of them into the room and closed the door respectfully without any unnecessary words.
The two of them were sitting on the sofa. Kang Huaqiao said in a low voice, "It's admission time now. It won't start until a while later. It will be lively by then."
Time passed by, Zhuang Wuming and Kang Huaqiao were chatting while looking at the guests entering below.
Everyone Zhuang Wuming's gaze will stay for a few seconds and he will see some data.
There was no one worthy of his attention, they were just ordinary people, no threat.
At this moment, a figure suddenly caught his attention, and a familiar feeling came to him, a cold breath.
"Negative energy."
Thoughts flashed through his mind, a familiar power, he had felt this kind of power before.
"Is he a character from the dream world? I hope it's not related to Tianshi Fuchen."
He only looked at her slightly, then looked away to avoid causing any dispute.
Zhuang Wuming has never been a fighting maniac, he only uses violence when necessary.
If it can be solved peacefully, he will solve it peacefully.
In this case, you need to be more careful to avoid unnecessary trouble with a simple act.
Time passed slowly, and the underground auction house was already full of people.
A crisp ringtone echoed in the venue.
Ding ding ding
Everyone fell silent and looked quietly at the direction where the ringing sound came from. A well-dressed gentleman appeared there at some point.
He looks to be in his thirties, with an ordinary face. The only thing special about him is his eyes, which are very energetic.
He held a pipe in his hand, and a faint white smoke drifted out of the pipe.
Wearing a dressy coat and a hat, he is almost the same as Sherlock Holmes in the movie.
He has a gentle and elegant temperament, like a erudite scholar with a faint smile.
"Everyone, welcome to my auction," the magnetic voice echoed inexplicably in everyone's ears.
Everyone's eyes were unconsciously attracted to him, and the whole venue was silent.
Zhuang Wuming had a strong will and immediately noticed a faint and strange fluctuation flickering.