Sherlock Holmes

How Watson found Sherlock, no one knows.

Anyway, at dusk that day, a hungry Sherlock saw him in a restaurant directly opposite the British Library.

At that time, several middle-aged women who had been holding back at home for several days went out to do shopping. When they passed by the entrance of the restaurant, they all stopped at the same time, looking inside and pointing. Sherlock glanced in slightly curiously. Then I saw that pervert who could make bad coffee taste elegant.

"What? Those two toys finally burped?" Sherlock sat across from Watson and took a piece of tea from the other party's table without asking and started eating.

"How did you tell?"

"There is no need to 'look' at all. If those two guys are not dead, how can you have the leisure to come out for a walk!?"

Watson sighed: "Is this the image I have in your mind?" However, he did not intend to continue the topic, but put on a rare serious expression:

"Okay, I'm not here to chat with you, but to remind you that trouble is coming. Pope Otto must have remembered that there is someone like you, and..."

"And someone has been sent to kill me, right."

Watson frowned nicely: "You already knew this?"

"Of course I know, I've even solved one."

".!"

"He's just a soldier on leave who came back from the front line. There's nothing to be nervous about." Sherlock comforted him.

Watson continued to be silent for a while, and then said seriously: "Don't be too optimistic. I think you may not understand the seriousness of the matter. The Pope didn't want to bring this matter to the table at all, and he didn't even want to pay attention to it. You, he just issued an execution order about you. This order will be disseminated through various channels, and it will also be marked with a very attractive price. Anyone who receives it will basically want you. little life.

And the person I'm talking about is an executive officer of the Judgment Department. He came directly to White Thorn this morning to find you.

Although he did not explicitly say that he wanted to kill you, but pretended to be a normal test, I can see his true intention. He wanted to kill you during the test, and by the way, he put all the responsibility on his own mistake, and Padre Thompson’s discipline failed.

Hey. I won’t go into too much detail about the specific details. In short, you should leave London, change your name and find a place to hide. You can live a few more years after all. I still have some money, and I know a few people who sail black ships. You can follow me later. I’m going home and I’ll give you some routes.”

Watson said weakly. The coffee in the cup had no aroma and was all unfiltered residue. Seeing Sherlock's leisurely expression eating a butter cake and looking out the window, he couldn't help but said slightly angrily:

"Can't you act more panicked? That's an executive."

The words just fell

"Did you tell people in the company that someone wanted to kill me?" Sherlock said suddenly.

"Of course not, otherwise you wouldn't be able to leave."

"Then now that I'm gone, won't you be in a lot of trouble?"

"It's indeed a bit troublesome, but it won't lead to death in the end. We haven't known each other for a long time, but I still don't want to see you slapped into paste. As for the rest, we should come up with a solution."

Sherlock took out a cigarette and was about to light it, but when he saw the no smoking sign on the wall, he said angrily: "Is the executive officer so powerful?"

"You should know it from the title. A deacon who can command a group of Adjudication Department must be much stronger than the big soldier who came back from the front line you met before."

"That makes sense." He nodded, then held the cigarette and stood up to go outside to smoke: "I'll see you tomorrow."

"What?" Watson even thought he heard wrong, and followed him out angrily, taking the cigarette the other party handed him: "You are truly the most arrogant person I have ever seen in the world. I know you are a bit It's okay, but let me stress it again, that executive wants to kill you."

"I used to think that I was the most conceited person in the world, but after these few days of experience, I found that I can only be ranked second." Sherlock finally took a comfortable puff of cigarette, and the deadly spiciness filled his mouth. It swam in the chest, and then exhaled it all in one breath, forming a ball of warm smoke in the cold wind.

He thought of the unreasonably arrogant little man, and by the way, he also thought of the maid beside him, and what the maid said to him.

'If a contractor wants to advance to the next stage, he can only squeeze out everything he can at the current stage; only by reaching the limit first can he break through the limit. ’

"You may not believe it." Sherlock said thoughtfully, "I even think that he came at the right time."

"What do you mean?" Watson said, leaning towards the lighter that Sherlock handed over. I don't know when, he seemed to be influenced by the bastard detective in front of him, and he also got into the habit of smoking.

The spicy taste stimulated his respiratory tract and cheered him up a little:

"Are you really planning to go to the appointment tomorrow to take that test? Have a fight with an executive officer of the Judgment Division, and then turn it into a puddle of mud on the training ground?"

"I definitely don't want to turn into mud, but I also don't want to hide around." Sherlock said leisurely: "And... how could I wait until tomorrow to go to the appointment.

If that executive really wanted to kill me, then from the moment he crossed the Thames,

The battle between us has already begun. "

At night, Executive Ivanovich sat on the sofa of a luxury hotel, his eyebrows furrowed.

he can't sleep

Because there is no soothing incense in the room, the pillows are not the purest velvet, the quilt is not soft enough, carriages pass by the window from time to time, there is a small sound in the gas pipe for heating, there are no servants to serve, and there is no service from Merti Accept fine wines from the administrative region as tribute.

In short, compared with my own residence, this place is simply a pit.

But unfortunately, this is already the most expensive hotel nearby.

He is older, and the long hours of work in his youth gave him severe insomnia, so it is difficult for him to fall asleep in this environment, but he also thinks about the possibility that the citizens of the empire who are running around for life may not even be able to sleep. He couldn't afford to live in such a place, so he could only sigh helplessly.

Well, he always considers himself to be a member of the Holy See who is very close to the people, so tonight, it can be regarded as him sleeping with the mortals in this city. From a certain perspective, this can also be regarded as a devout worship of many believers. A kind of gift and feedback.

So, he made up his mind and walked towards the bed, which in his opinion was not much different from a straw mat, then gritted his teeth and lay down on it

The mattress was not soft because it slowly sank under the weight of his body, which made his waist feel uncomfortable.

So he turned over again

Suddenly, he felt a pain in his head, the muscles all over his body began to feel faintly sore, and his heart seemed to be squeezed hard by something.

This feeling was a bit like the backlash effect when a contracted creature was injured during a mission when he was young.

But I haven't felt this way for many years. Ever since I became an executive officer of the Judgment Division, I have rarely had the opportunity to perform a task in person.

Moreover, he did not summon the contracted creature at all, so it was naturally impossible for him to be injured.

"what happened?"

He turned over again, and when he thought of the severe injuries he suffered in those missions when he was young, he naturally felt that he was getting old after all, and those old illnesses finally showed some sequelae.

But what can be done? This is not a parish, and there is no repair solution that can relieve pain. As an executive of the Judgment Division, although it sounds like he has a lot of status, he is still not qualified to take the initiative to invite that person. A beautiful girl who can heal all injuries, so she can only hold on.

"Why"

After a long sigh, he closed his eyes helplessly, trying to force himself to forget the physical discomfort that seemed to become more and more obvious.

At the same time, I also realized more helplessly that this night must be extremely long.

And of course he would not know that just before this difficult tossing and turning, for a long time, he was in a building directly opposite the luxury hotel where he lived;

A person has been standing quietly in the shadow of a certain floor, with only a little scarlet light flashing from time to time, which is a lit cigarette.

And that person's line of sight passed across the long street silently, through the window, it seemed that with just a gentle glance, he could take in everything.