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“Radway Street is not a Chinatown. A few years ago, there were no Spring Festival celebrations held there. It was only after the two major gangs took over that they started organizing events. It is said that the leaders of both gangs are Chinese, and not only during the Spring Festival, but also during the Mid-Autumn Festival and Duanwu Festival, they organize activities and distribute free Zongzi and mooncakes to the citizens present.”
“As for Zongzi, the meat ones are not tasty; the red bean paste ones are delicious. I only like the soft and flaky kind of mooncake; Five Nut Mooncake is just too awful…”
“Five Nut Mooncake must be referring to the five kernel mooncake!” Chuyang muttered to himself, filled with curiosity and admiration for the leaders of these two gangs. To develop such a large gang business in a foreign land is truly impressive.
“Although New Year's Day does not have any large-scale celebrations on Radway Street, there are still small celebrations, so it gets quite lively there in the evenings these days…”
As the driver introduced various details, the taxi slowly came to a stop at a street corner not far from the city center, which was Chuyang's destination—Baker Street.
The street was not wide, only about seven or eight meters across, with a row of French Sycamore trees neatly planted on both sides. The lush branches obscured much of the sky above the street; it must provide considerable shade during summer. However, at this time, the leaves had already fallen off, leaving bare trunks covered with a layer of white snow, giving off a somewhat desolate feeling.
“This should be it.” Looking at the address marked “99 Baker Street,” Chuyang stopped searching.
This was an old two-story building made of brick and wood, with grayish-white walls that had become somewhat mottled, revealing the dark red color of the original bricks. A tall chimney had been built along one side of the wall, presumably connected to a fireplace in the living room.
In front of the house was a small courtyard enclosed by an iron fence, where some unknown flowers and plants were growing.
At that moment, an elderly man with graying hair was trimming the plants with a pair of scissors in the yard. When he noticed Chuyang and Richelieu standing outside the door, he opened the gate and asked, “Do you need any help?”
“Sir, this is 99 Baker Street, right?” Chuyang confirmed.
"Well, if I remember correctly, and if the city government's staff didn't get the sect number wrong, this is Baker Street No. 99. My name is Jack, and the neighbors call me Old Jack. I'm the owner of this house." The Fat Old Man seemed quite humorous as he spoke, moving aside to invite Chuyang and Richelieu inside.
"You two are here to rent a place, right? Just so happens that the last tenant moved out half a month ago. The rooms on the second floor and the attic are vacant. Let me take you up to have a look, and then you can decide whether you want to rent."
"No, no, sir, I think you misunderstood. We're not here to rent; we're here to find someone."
"That's fine too. It's cold outside; come in first."
"..." Watching the Fat Old Man disappear behind the door, Chuyang and Richelieu exchanged glances and picked up their luggage to follow him inside.
The house wasn't large; right upon entering was a living room of about thirty square meters, furnished with a sofa and coffee table. Just like the house itself, the furniture looked quite old, but it was kept very clean by the owner.
On the east wall of the living room was a fireplace, with burning charcoal inside that made the temperature in the entire room quite comfortable.
After inviting Chuyang and Richelieu to take a seat and preparing them a cup of coffee, the Fat Old Man finally asked, "Who are you looking for? Was she a former tenant here?"
"Yes, sir. I want to ask you if there was someone with medium-length pink hair and red eyes who looked a bit chubby about three years ago..." As Chuyang recalled his image of Tirpitz, he struggled to describe her.
However, before he could finish his sentence, he was interrupted by the Fat Old Man.
"You must be talking about North Residence! Who are you to her?"
Well! It’s no surprise that lazy and useless Tirpitz couldn't even bother with a proper alias and just used her nickname instead.
"Yes, it's North Residence, we are her friends."
"You young man, you're not being honest." Fat Old Man shook his head and said, "If I'm not mistaken, you are Admiral, and the girl sitting next to you should be your Fleet Girl!"
"Don't be surprised. I used to serve in the navy, and before the 1980s, I fought alongside Fleet Girls many times and had numerous encounters with Admiral, so I believe my eyes are still good enough not to make a mistake. Now, young man, you should tell me the truth about your relationship with North Residence!"
"North Residence is my family's Admiral's Fleet Girl," said Richelieu. "Previously, there was an incident at the Naval Base, and everyone got separated. Recently, Admiral received some news about North Residence being here, so we came directly."
"Young lady, if this statement came from your family’s Admiral, I would definitely kick him out. An Admiral who can abandon his own Fleet Girls cannot be a good person." Saying this, Fat Old Man glared at Chuyang before continuing, "But since this came from your mouth, there must be some hidden circumstances, so I won’t meddle further."
"......" Chuyang was speechless. After all, he is an Admiral! In human society, he is considered a successful person; how could his character be so easily doubted in your old eyes? However, compared to the Fleet Girls, he would rather believe Richelieu's words.
After all, to those who know them even a little, Fleet Girls embody truth and goodness; they speak honestly and never lie, their reputation is impeccable.
"Then, uncle, do you know where North Residence moved to?"
However, Fat Old Man did not directly answer Chuyang's question but reminisced slightly: "That was probably in March 2014! North Residence arrived here dragging a large suitcase and wanted to rent a room. However, she told me she had no money on her and would have to wait a few months to pay the rent. But what does that matter? My life was saved by the Fleet Girls, so even if she didn’t pay rent, it wouldn’t be a problem for her to stay here... At first, North Residence seemed very withdrawn and rarely spoke; aside from eating, she almost never came downstairs. Later on, she gradually improved and would occasionally say a few words during meals. That’s how I learned she was a Fleet Girl abandoned by her Admiral... She collaborated with a publishing house down the street and seemed to be drawing comics for them to earn some fees... On New Year's Day three years ago, a Fleet Girl dressed in black came here and took North Residence away..."
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