Sherlock Holmes

Sherlock didn't know yet that the few people in that temporary office only expected him not to be kicked out and go home.

He came to the corridor outside the office, and then followed the guidance of a good-looking receptionist to a lounge.

As a gathering place for the empire's top scientific researchers, the Academy of Life Sciences naturally has extremely terrifying financial strength, and none of this money comes from government or empire allocations.

But it’s extremely neat and tidy. You earn it by yourself!

All scientific research results are divided into dividends, new materials are released, medicine, medical treatment, chemical industry, anyway, in almost every field, there are channels for the Academy of Life Sciences to make money, and even the 'devil sedative' used to paralyze large demons on the giant island of Odilia The empire purchased them all from the Academy of Life Sciences.

For such an organization, its employee lounge must be the most conscientious and luxurious in the entire empire.

Soft and comfortable sofas, unlimited supply of snacks, gourmet food, juice, coffee, even after work, various valuable alcoholic drinks, and sleeping compartments that can be moved in at any time, equipped with gas lights with adjustable brightness As well as soundproofing boards, there are four or five of these lounges in almost every building. If the staff takes over any experiments, they can live here for several months, eating, drinking and sleeping for free.

At this time, there were more than twenty people sitting in the lounge.

Some of them wore clothing with obvious Vatican style. They should be from the Inquisition, an independent institution of the Vatican. It is also one of the few institutions qualified to inquire about the recordings of public oaths. This authority alone, Let them have a higher starting line and more resources than ordinary people.

Others are wearing standard military uniforms or wearing various badges issued by the government.

Most of these people come from the Empire's Supreme Court, or a government search department or other departments. They have the largest number of people and the most widely distributed information network.

Of course, no matter what organization they come from, most of them have the power to deploy urban police, check various files, requisition public facilities, and other powers.

In other words, based on his strength on paper, a detective with a civilian background like Sherlock would never be able to match him.

At this moment, he had walked into the lounge, and then he saw this group of people sitting together in small circles in twos and threes, but they were all extremely quiet, with only occasional whispers, and as the door axis turned, Turning around, these people all looked over, with scrutiny, curiosity, and some kind of self-judgment, comparison, and even hostility in their eyes.

It's no wonder that those who can sit here are all powerful figures in their respective fields. They are facing each other and will be screened in a while. They must be wary of each other.

So, adhering to the tenets of being friendly, peaceful and not causing trouble, Sherlock went to the self-service area nearby, made a glass of juice, then went to the coffee machine to get a few sugar cubes and put them in. Then he found a place not far from the crowd. Sit down in a seat not close by.

Feeling the soft touch between his back, he commented that it was not as good as his big red patent leather sofa.

Just sat like this for a while

"Hello." A man came over.

Sherlock raised his head and saw a man who was also holding juice standing in front of him. He was wearing a gray-black robe with a less conspicuous sunflower embroidered on the collar. The rest did not have any bright colors. , this kind of overly solemn clothing represents that this person comes from the Inquisition, the internal judicial institution of the Holy See.

In fact, if you think about it this way, the operation of the Holy See still retains a strong division of labor system in human society. The tribunal is equivalent to the court, and the adjudication department is equivalent to the police station, but it is covered with a heavy layer of religious culture. And just a more forceful acting style.

"I have read a very cutting-edge medical report, which said that the human brain only needs one kind of energy, and that is sugar. The amount of sugar it consumes every day is several times or even ten times higher than that of any other organ in the human body. , so people who think quickly like to eat sweets.”

He smiled, his light yellow hair flowing down very softly. Although he couldn't compare with a guy like Watson, he was still handsome. At this time, he was drinking juice and looking at Sherlock:

"Stanley Hopkins, Judge of the Tribunal, Third Division. Who is your Excellency?"

"Sherlock Holmes, from London."

Sherlock gave a polite but relatively brief introduction to himself.

But after he finished speaking, the man did not answer, but continued to wait quietly with great interest, which made Sherlock a little embarrassed.

What's even more embarrassing is that this guy seems to be quite famous, because there are many eyes following him, and more and more people are starting to notice this.

In desperation, Sherlock had no choice but to continue: "Private detective."

His voice was not loud, but such a simple answer caused the atmosphere in the room to change slightly, and the small whispers that existed just now suddenly disappeared.

Hopkins in front of him seemed slightly startled, but his smile immediately returned:

"Working alone? Haha, that takes a lot of courage."

"It's okay, there are just some tedious things that I have to do myself."

"Resigned from the Royal Investigation Team?"

Sherlock shook his head: "No, just a private detective."

"." Finally, the man in front of him also fell into silence for a moment.

Sherlock sighed secretly in his heart.

What else can you do? People are asking you questions right in the face. Pretending not to hear or ignore the other party will definitely not work. Just make up an identity and it will be exposed sooner or later, which will be even more troublesome.

So I can only tell the truth.

But the identity of a private detective is a bit out of the ordinary among this group of people.

It's like a group of combat elites with third-level contracted demons gathered together. On the military train heading to the front line of the Gate of Hell, they suddenly asked you what level you had reached. You said that you had practiced Juntiquan for two times. More than a few weeks.

It's like the painting style has gone off the rails.

Sure enough, there were some doubtful and even serious voices in the crowd:

"Private detective? Do the people at the Academy of Life Sciences think that such a person can sit with us and participate in the review?"

"You went to the wrong door!"

Although the sound was very low, Sherlock could still hear it with his senses.

But at this moment.

"Hahaha!" The man in front of him suddenly seemed very happy, and the smile on his face became brighter. He even stretched out his hand:

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Holmes, but there is only one spot for [the most suitable investigator], and I will not give it up."

After saying that, he shook hands with Sherlock very sincerely.

Then he turned around and walked back into the crowd.