Sherlock Holmes

Early the next morning

It may be that the case has made progress, or it may be that the old dean's 30 years of hard work has been rescued. In the entire villa, the tense and depressing atmosphere has been swept away. The servants are mowing the lawn in the yard, and the fresh smell of grass is spreading. The smell in the air makes people feel better.

The huge machine was transferred to an underground private warehouse in a certain experimental area. As for how it was transferred, don't worry. Also, old housekeeper Maud was also taken away in order to repair the wall in Sherlock's bedroom. and furniture, the purpose is to completely remove the old housekeeper from this matter.

As for why she did this, Catherine was confused, but she was not in a hurry to ask. He believed that at the end of everything, Sherlock would definitely give the most reasonable explanation.

“Sour cream may be a bit unfamiliar to you the first time you eat it, but you’ll find out after eating it a few times that it tastes really good.”

Catherine introduced the plate of white paste on the table to Sherlock, lest he think it was spoiled salad dressing.

At this time, Catherine's usual cold attitude has been restrained too much. Although she is still a little arrogant, this expression always feels like it is deliberately pretended. After all, no one would use an arrogant attitude to introduce others to the table. food.

"Also, I can actually equip you with a steam locomotive and a dedicated driver. This will make it much more convenient for you to go wherever you go. You don't have to wait on the side of the road for the carriage to pass by." Catherine sat upright at the table and talked quietly. He said calmly while looking at the food on the plate.

"Thank you, but I'm used to thinking about things in the carriage. The bumps can give my thinking a sense of rhythm." Sherlock said.

Catherine didn't know what the 'rhythm of thinking' was, but Sherlock said it wasn't necessary, so she stopped mentioning it: "Anyway, if you have any use for me, remember to tell me."

"Oh, Duncan."

"What?"

"A person's name once participated in your father's experiment, but he disappeared from the list of experiments. Several other people have already started investigating, but I want to see if I can find out anything from your perspective. Something different.”

Catherine nodded. Although the actual control of the School of Life Sciences is now in the hands of Vice President Holk, he is still only the Vice President after all. However, her status as the daughter of the old Dean and her absolute priority shares can still play a role. Some effects.

"Also." Sherlock suddenly looked at her: "Do you know what your father's original contracted creature was?"

"The original contracted creature?" Catherine was startled, and then she thought seriously in her memory.

Since Dean Darwin had already started his research when she was born, Catherine had almost never seen his contracted creatures. After her mother died of illness, she left home resolutely and had no idea about it. From what he knew, he could only vaguely say: "I probably haven't seen it before, but I heard my mother mention it when I was a child. My father's contracted creature was very small and seemed quite cute."

"Oh? Is this her own description of the demon?"

"That's right. In my impression, my mother once made fun of my father's contracted devil, saying that such a cute little guy didn't look like a second-level devil, but more like a pet."

Sherlock was thoughtful, and after a while he said: "Well, this description is definitely not enough, so if you want to know more specific details, you can only ask Butler Maud."

"Well, he has always been with his father, so he naturally knows his father's contract demon better. It seems that when his father was promoted, he was by his side."

Just as he said this, suddenly, a servant who was responsible for cleaning the garden trotted in, then bowed to Catherine and Sherlock, and said with a worried face: "Miss, there are a group of people outside who want to find Sherlock." gentlemen."

"A group of people?" Catherine frowned.

"Yes, they didn't introduce themselves, but they were all wearing military uniforms."

Sherlock didn't show much change in his expression. He seemed to have known that someone would come, so he just stuffed the food on the plate into his mouth: "I'll go take a look."

In the courtyard, the gendarmerie captain and a dozen or so gendarmerie stood in the courtyard. This was the villa of the old dean. Although they could move the research results of the old dean at will with the tacit approval of the vice dean, in private In the territory, there is no reason to break in, so we can only wait.

Fortunately, the detective didn't mean to hide all the time, and he actually came out. He walked straight to the captain of the military police like a normal person, and then smiled politely: "Hello, I am Sherlock Holmes. May I ask who you are?"

The captain looked gloomy: "Why are you pretending to be confused? We met the day before yesterday in warehouse No. 77."

"Um" Sherlock tilted his head as if he didn't understand: "So?"

The captain hadn't slept for two days. He was wronged and scolded. He was stopped in the yard so early in the morning. He was already angry. Now seeing the other man's appearance, he became even more angry. He stepped forward and grabbed his collar, biting it. Yadao: "I know you were the one who took that thing away, so stop pretending to be stupid here!"

However, before he could finish his words, a dustpan of dirt was thrown on him with a crash!

The captain was startled and suddenly turned his head to look to the side. Then he saw a maid who was cleaning the lawn with an upright face, glaring at him with a fearless attitude: "What are you doing? Don't ask where this is." , want to hit someone?"

The captain of the gendarmerie was glared at by this old lady who was about the same age as his own mother. He was so angry that he suppressed his anger, and he was trembling all over.

And just then.

"What's wrong?" Catherine walked out of the villa quietly, seemingly not seeing the scene just now and the dirt on the captain's body, and asked calmly.

"Miss Catherine," the gendarmerie captain bowed slightly to signal, but the anger in his eyes was still there, and he gritted his teeth and said, "The day before yesterday, a precision instrument we were guarding was stolen."

"So?" Catherine's tone was exactly the same as Sherlock's.

The captain's fists were clenched and turned white.

".So, I suspect this detective is responsible!"

Hearing this, Catherine seemed very confused: "I don't quite understand what you mean, but if I guess correctly, what you are guarding should be the large device developed by my father."

"Exactly!"

"Well, actually I didn't ask you to guard that thing, so don't worry, just throw it away. No need to look for it."

Her tone was a bit like she had lost a piece of clothing that was already torn. She just waved her hand to indicate that the matter should be left as it was.

The captain of the military police was a little unresponsive for a moment. He was stunned for a second, and then immediately objected: "Wait! Miss Catherine, that thing is very important, how can you just forget about it?!"

Catherine frowned, with more anger in her expression: "Sir, please clarify your logic. After my father died, that thing was mine. Whether it is important or not has nothing to do with you. If you lose it, just throw it away. , are you still forcing me to look for it?"

"But that thing will threaten the social security of the empire, how can we just leave it alone?"

"This is even more strange. It was you who said it threatened the security of the empire, and it was you who wanted to move the thing away when it was properly placed in the laboratory. Now that the thing is lost, you don't look for problems on yourselves. Come to my house to question us instead? Besides, why do you come to doubt us? Do you have any basis?" Catherine raised her head slightly, and her slightly frowned eyebrows turned into two cold knives: "Do you really think there is someone behind you? With support and acquiescence, can we be unscrupulous in the Academy of Sciences?"

Catherine is also a former clergyman, and her personality is the type that people don't dare to mess with. Now she looks like a lady in a dress, but when she speaks coldly, she still has the feeling of being in the blood of the past. The harsh taste.

There was a drop of cold sweat on the corner of the brow of the gendarmerie captain, not only because of Catherine's anger, but more because between the lines of her words, she seemed to know that the vice-dean had opened the way for her in many things.

But he still had no intention of leaving. As he said before, this pot was too big for him to carry.

"Line up!"

Between a dilemma and a dilemma, his heart trembled, his teeth gritted, and he shouted sharply!

Then he said to Catherine: "I'm sorry, Miss Catherine, the situation is urgent. As an imperial soldier, I have my own obligations and responsibilities, so..."

But before he finished speaking, suddenly, the unique roar of a steam locomotive was heard faintly in the distance.

Everyone followed the sound and looked over.

Immediately afterwards, a steam locomotive with a golden sunflower mark was seen heading this way, then slowly slowed down and finally stopped at the door of the villa.

The gendarmerie captain's pupils tightened suddenly, because he saw the position of the sunflowers and the exquisite paintings on this car, and knew that this kind of car is the exclusive vehicle of the Holy See, and those who can ride it are generally those with a good background. Important figures in the Holy See.

Just when I thought of this, the car door opened with a click.

A man in a white suit walked down.

That white suit is a bit too beautiful and eye-catching, and the print on the collar is too gorgeous. If it were worn on ordinary people, it would definitely look a bit ridiculous.

However, when worn on the man in front of me, it felt particularly coordinated.

Watson habitually brushed his blond hair from his forehead and looked at Sherlock not far away with a smile.

"Hi, long time no see."

During this period, he naturally saw the military police in the field, as well as the military police captain who was looking at him in surprise.

After just a moment of tasting, he felt the subtlety of the surrounding atmosphere, but he still smiled, his eyes narrowed beautifully, and he seemed to be happier:

"It seems that you are in trouble."