Holmes indeed didn't rest.
The fire in the basement fireplace was burning fiercely. As Wang Yunxiao followed Yan Yu'an into the room, he saw the lean man lying in a rocking chair, holding an old-fashioned pipe in his mouth, making the already cramped basement filled with smoke.
A sealed space, a burning stove, and smoking—are you really not worried about carbon monoxide poisoning?
The basement was piled high with all sorts of books and documents, covered in dense text from the carpet to the walls, which could easily cause discomfort to those less educated.
But these messy bits of information were secondary. Wang Yunxiao noticed the man lying on the sofa covered in clothes and snoring at second glance.
An acquaintance.
If it's not someone in disguise, though seeing this person's impersonator here, such chances are practically negligible.
Even his actual appearance was unexpected to Wang Yunxiao.
Huo Qingyang.
