Chapter 46 The Man with a Scar on His Face

The female detective, assistant and witness/victim lady came to a restaurant with low-key and warm decoration.

It was the peak lunch hour, and the restaurant was a little crowded, but with the power of money, they still got a quieter small private room.

Miss Rose has actually calmed down a lot. No matter how deep the sadness is, the tears will always dry up.

She sat solemnly in the corner, with two traces of tears hanging on her gray face, like clear river water flowing through the dry ground.

Even though the female detective had chosen a small restaurant that she thought was quite civilian, Rose, whose clothes had patches everywhere, still looked a little out of place with the surrounding environment.

Rose nervously tugged at the hem of her clothes. These were old clothes that her brother had discarded, and they didn't fit well.

Charlotte Holmes was so kind-hearted that she wiped Rose's face with a handkerchief dipped in water like a kind neighbor taking care of her younger sister. He comforted her softly, and thoughtfully moved juice and white bread in front of him.

After eating and drinking, Rose's mood became much more stable, as if she had ingested a touch of warmth that she had not felt for a long time from these fresh and delicious foods.

When the female detective saw this, she felt that she should be able to ask questions normally at this time. She said softly:

"Rose...have you met with your brother Victor during this time? When you met, did he tell you what he was busy with recently?"

Rose shook her head in silence. She only knew that her brother had recently said that he was going to do something big, but specifically what kind of work it was, where he was going, what he was doing...she really didn't know.

Charlotte was not discouraged and comforted: "It's okay."

"Then please recall what Victor told you recently. Where has he been recently, or who has he often been in contact with?"

Rose still shook her head.

"Then did Victor leave you any contact information and tell you how to contact him?"

Rose raised her head slightly when she heard this, showing an expression of reminiscing and thinking. After a while, she timidly replied:

"Yes, my brother told me that if something urgent happens at home, he asked me to go to a tavern called Happy Sailor to find a man with a scar on his face."

"Which restaurant?"

Rose gave a detailed address.

Watson thought it was time to leave.

But Charlotte continued:

"Rose, are you... still planning to go back to that home now?"

When Rose heard this, she unconsciously pulled the hem of her shirt tightly and bit her lip hard.

Watson noticed that the little girl's shoulders were shaking slightly, as if she was recalling something extremely terrifying.

The female detective also noticed Rose's state. She gently stroked her frizzy weed-like hair and said:

"Rose, why don't you think so? A servant in my house recently resigned, and now there is a vacancy. Are you good at washing clothes?"

Charlotte was telling lies with her eyes open. Even Watson, who was sitting far away, could smell the smell of cheap soap on Rose's hands that almost penetrated into her skin, and knew it without any inference. This girl must have been responsible for cleaning all the clothes and sheets in the Feuerbach family before - for girls from poor families, cleaning clothes is not only a necessary skill for life, but also a necessary skill for survival.

Rose also understood the meaning of this kind lady's words and replied weakly: "Yes... I know how to clean dirty clothes and old sheets with the least amount of soap."

"Okay." Charlotte smiled lightly, "How about you come to work at my house?"

Although Rose had guessed this possibility in advance, when Charlotte actually said this invitation, her eyes still couldn't help but moisten, and fresh tears rolled in her eyes after being rehydrated, but this time they were tears of joy.

From the aristocratic coat of arms on the carriage wall and the conversation just now, she learned that this fashionable and kind-hearted lady came from the famous Duke Holmes' family, and that she was about to join the Duke's family as a cleaner, maid, or maid. If this news spread on the streets, it would be enough to attract envious and even jealous looks from others.

She nodded heavily, "Yeah! Thank you, Sister Charlotte——"

Watson was also very appreciative, showing an expression that seemed to be touched by this scene, and applauded gently.

Charlotte arranged for Victor to send Rose directly back to Holmes Manor for induction. She and Watson took a four-seater taxi to the address Rose said.

When they were about to arrive at the Jolly Sailor Tavern, Charlotte said to the coachman in front:

"Please slow down a little, pass by the pub slowly, and let us down at the end of the street."

Then the female detective and her assistant tacitly tightened the small curtains in the car, leaving only a thin gap, which was enough to let their eyes shine through without letting pedestrians outside see their faces clearly.

After all, they, especially the female detectives, once faced each other head-on with William, the leader of the Order of the Flashing Blade. It is very likely that the other party has assigned their appearance details to the secret cultists in the order through some secret information channel... From Detective Sherlock Holmes Judging from the repeated attacks, this possibility is very high!

The lunch rush hour has passed, and there are only a few customers inside the Happy Sailor Tavern. Their eyes pass through the transparent window glass on the side of the pub door, and they can only vaguely see a few figures.

Watson looked carefully, and his excellent observation ability allowed him to count the situation in the pub in an instant - the bartender was wiping a large number of wine glasses left by customers after lunch at the bar. Although he lowered his head, his face looked very clean, without any scars or birthmarks.

There were a total of five customers sitting in the pub at this time, and a young lady was sitting near the window;

Two male customers should be discussing something, their faces were close together, almost touching, as if they were whispering, and only half of their side faces were exposed to the window... Oh, I guessed wrong, they were a couple, and their lips were already kissed.

The remaining two customers were sitting with their backs to the door of the pub. Judging from their clothes from the back, they should be men, but it was a pity that they could not see their faces and could not tell whether they were the target.

Watson retracted his gaze and shook his head at Charlotte opposite, and the female detective also found nothing.

They got off the car at the end of the street where they couldn't see from inside the tavern. There happened to be a small private hotel next to it. At Charlotte's suggestion, the two opened a room with a window facing the Happy Sailor Tavern, ready to monitor here and wait for the man with a scar on his face to appear.

The time of monitoring was boring and tedious, but the two were very patient, like hunters lurking under the bushes, staring at the prey's nest through the scope, waiting for the prey to leave the nest.

It was almost midnight when the tavern was about to close. Several drunken drinkers walked out shoulder to shoulder, followed by a man with a gloomy face. His left cheek was engraved with a scar with suture marks that caused the surrounding muscles to atrophy.

"Charlotte, the target has appeared!"