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The moonlight is bleak, a street lamp on the old stone road in London, the dim light through the open window of an apartment across the street, reflecting the interior lying in a wide armchair smoking two people. In the hazy smoke and bright sparks, I locked my eyebrows and squeezed a few words out of the corner of my mouth: Watson, I'm afraid I'll have to go once. A slightly chubby older man across from me nodded: If I'm not in your way, I'd love to...