"Finally, it has calmed down."
When departmental phone calls ceased and the constant clamor of his subordinate editors finally quieted, Cao Dezhi could finally breathe a sigh of relief.
He thought for a moment, flipping through the pages of the "Poirot Case Collection" next to him and focused on the last paragraph.
[Hastings suddenly spotted a man.
The man must have been over one meter eighty, holding a bowler hat in his left hand and bowing to Poirot's grave.
Hastings had never seen this man before and couldn't help but approach him.
"May I ask who you are...?"
The man had a slicked-back hairstyle, a defined face like a polished diamond, and a thick and long eagle hook nose made him look especially alert and resolute. Hastings, for some reason, found something eerily familiar about him.
"Sherlock Holmes."
The man took off his bowler hat and introduced himself.
"You're a friend of Mr. Poirot?"
