Sherlock Holmes

This is a pale world.

In other words, it was a strange white living room.

The area looks larger than where Sherlock lives at this time, with a closed door on each side. There is no furniture, only a tea table, a kitchen hanging on one side, and a few chairs.

That's all

At this time, Sherlock was standing in this white space, as if a stranger who did not belong to this world suddenly broke in.

Because he is the only one with color.

Only he can move.

As for everything else, it is as if it is welded into this strange white space. Even some extremely fine spider webs in the corners cannot be touched in the slightest, let alone destroyed.

Sherlock didn't know where this place was, let alone why he appeared here. Anyway, since he was very young, every time he fell asleep, he would wake up in this white room, and this continued for nearly 30 years.

What made him even more depressed was that he was trapped in this small room. The door could not be opened and he could not get out. Sound could not pass through the walls and windows. He might not even be able to get out of the room even with light, because when he looked into When he was outside the window, he couldn't see anything, but his sight hit the glass of the window and was ruthlessly reflected back to his pupils.

Closed, dead, no way to escape.

Fortunately, in this white room, I will not feel hungry or sleepy, and even after waking up, I will feel that the quality of sleep is good.

After consulting a lot of information, he still couldn't figure out what was going on, so he had no choice but to stay like this, unwillingly, and attributed it all to a weird persistent dream. .

But detectives have more or less intuition, and Sherlock can feel that this weird dream is definitely more than what it seems.

One day, it will become something else.

But I don’t know what this change will be, let alone when that day will come.

After yawning, Sherlock sat on a chair and started thinking as usual.

First, the first question. The bloody [YES]

Why write this word?

The most basic idea is that the murderer felt that the word had some meaning to him.

But under what circumstances does [YES] have extraordinary meaning? So much so that the murderer wanted to carve it on the corpse. What did the murderer want to express?

The Holy See prohibits the release of all information about the families of clergy, so Sherlock knows very little about this beautiful deceased person. It is more or less difficult to solve the case with only one corpse.

But he didn't panic, he just sat quietly and thought lazily.

After who knows how long;

Suddenly, a soft sound broke the silence of Baker Street.

In reality, Sherlock opened his eyes leisurely.

He turned his head slightly and glanced at the clock on the wall. It read three o'clock in the morning.

Only slept for an hour.

Immediately, he moved his gaze towards the door of the room.

"Dong~dong~dong~"

The knock on the door sounded again.

The night was so silent that it seemed like it had already died.

"Dong dong dong~ dong dong dong~"

Who could be outside?

A person like Sherlock undoubtedly has no friends. Even if he did, he would not come to visit in the early morning. Even if he visited in the early morning, he would definitely not knock on the door politely, but simply kick the door open.

Birds of a feather flock together, and most of the people who can be friends with him are not quality guys.

At the same time, you can't expect a corrosive dog to knock politely on your door before chewing open your Tianling Cap.

So. Could it be the client who is in trouble?

The possibility is very high. Private detectives these days can do anything. From helping people hunt down murderers to seeking revenge, to searching for cats and dogs in the streets, all they need is money.

"Please wait."

Sherlock stood up, straightened the wrinkled clothes, and after making sure that there wasn't much bloody smell left on them, he came to the door and opened it.

"Squeak————"

The night wind passed through the long and narrow stairs and entered the hut along the crack of the newly opened door, bringing some coldness. Sherlock looked at the tall silhouette outside the door in surprise and hesitated for a while:

"Lord Badr, why are you here?"

Still with an expressionless and indifferent face, still with that kind of oppressive silence, a deacon from the Judgment Department stood outside the door of a detective agency in Xiacheng District, looking particularly strange.

I don't know why, but he seemed to be bigger than a few hours ago. His strong body and thick robe made his cross-section extremely exaggerated, almost covering the entire aisle. Full.

"You——" Balder looked directly into Sherlock's eyes and said, "You need help."

"Help?" Sherlock was startled.

Then he seemed to realize that it was a bit too rude and weird to have a church clergy standing at the door in the middle of the night, so he stepped aside and made a 'please come in' gesture.

Badr lowered his head slightly, fearing to hit the door frame, and walked into Sherlock's apartment.

As a deacon, he will definitely not have any financial worries. The residence provided by the Holy See for clergy must be no worse than that of the nobles. Comfort, spaciousness, and solemnity are the basic conditions.

So this cheap apartment must be small and cramped for him.

Fortunately, Deacon Bader did not show any discomfort. Like a machine with no concept of enjoyment, he sat directly on another shabby sofa near the bookshelf, facing the sofa where Sherlock often sat. It seems like those clients who are usually defeated by the hard life.

"I love Karin." He said slowly, "I hope you can find the murderer as quickly as possible."

Sherlock glanced at the blood-red notice on the other person's chest. He didn't panic like other civilians when they saw the Vatican clergy. He didn't bow his head piously and humbly and just sat on his exclusive red leather seat. , a very habitual light touch with the ten fingertips.

Perhaps detectives have a certain habit of thinking, that is, as long as they walk into their own offices, even if the other party is a ruling deacon, they are still a customer, a poor person who is in trouble and needs help.

"You should know that it is very difficult to get this done within the original time," he said.

"This is the purpose of my coming. You need help." Deacon Balder said: "The family information of the Holy See clergy is kept confidential. This was originally to protect their safety, but now, releasing Karin's information should make the case more clear. Make progress quickly."

His tone was still calm, but Sherlock seemed to be able to see that there was sadness and unwillingness under that body, and the deep hidden emotions were constantly pouring and boiling.

This is what a man who has lost his wife should look like.