Sherlock Holmes

It's raining and snowing tonight, so there aren't many customers in the nameless bar on the corner.

Due to the geographical location of the School of Life Sciences, the winter here is far less cold than in London. Sherlock has not yet adapted to the 'warm' snow here. Fortunately, the tiny white ice that is flying will not fall on him and melt immediately. , so I won’t be so embarrassed without an umbrella.

As time passed, the few customers in the bar gradually left. Finally, at a moment before midnight, the entire hall was empty, and it seemed that even the bartender and service staff were missing.

"Click~click~"

The familiar sound of high heels sounded again. It was strange to say that Sherlock had not heard the sound of heels hitting the ground several times, but he could remember it firmly in his heart.

Looking towards the sound, Irene was walking towards him.

It seems that every time she appears, it's a little too natural. There is no process of the door being pushed open, and you don't see her coming from anywhere. Just when you need to notice her, you accidentally raise your head, and she It appears in your field of vision as if it was destined.

What she wore today was extraordinarily simple. It was not a simplification of decoration, but her whole person had become a lot more refreshing. There was no wide-brimmed lady's hat that covered her sight, no overly delicate makeup, and only a black dress. The thick windbreaker and furry collar should not be too expensive. The wavy brown hair that usually covered her face was thoughtfully tucked behind her ears, making her look a bit younger than usual.

"Hello, Mr. Holmes, it seems that you have been sitting here for a while." Maybe there was no one around, so Irene didn't pay as much attention to her appearance as usual.

Now it is more like a private meeting with a good friend, so she seems very relaxed, and her smile is more charming than usual: "However, when a lady is on a date, it should be considered as if she asks the other party to wait for a while. It’s nothing too hard to accept.”

"Of course, this is the privilege of all beautiful ladies." When Sherlock came, he even thought of a few more gentrifying words.

After saying that, he also stood up, smiled and made a 'please' gesture to Irene.

Outside the bar door, fine snow was still falling. Eileen and Sherlock stood side by side under the street lamp. Those snow spots were like tiny and dense meteors that suddenly broke into the light curtain and were dragged reluctantly. Pulled out golden tails.

"It seems there aren't many carriages tonight." Erin tightened her collar and said.

"There should be a service number for the Steam Locomotive Company in the phone booth. I can call one. It should be faster than a horse-drawn carriage."

"No need to bother." Eileen responded with a smile: "In most cases, I still like to ride in a carriage. The bumps can give my thinking a sense of rhythm."

Sherlock was slightly startled, then turned to look at Irene's side face, and found that a crystal snow fell right in front of her ear, slowly melting.

In this way, this pair of men and women, who had only met a few times, stood in the snow, waiting for the carriage that would appear at some unknown time. They only occasionally chatted a few casual words, and spent most of the time in silence, but very Surprisingly, I don't feel embarrassed.

After about 20 minutes, a car finally came from the corner of the street kindly. Sherlock and Irene took off the snow on their bodies, got into the car, and drove in a certain direction.

Eileen is a mysterious woman, whether it is through several seemingly accidental encounters or Hopkins's description, it can be seen that Sherlock did not feel that she asked him to send her home, it was really just Simply because I don’t dare to walk at night.

So along the way, he was waiting all the time, expecting that Eileen would suddenly tell him something very surprising in the next second. This was not because he had no power, but because of his curiosity.

Perhaps the thing that Sherlock can't control the most is his curiosity.

However, the woman in front of her seemed to have nothing going on. She was just looking out the window. There seemed to be countless thoughts hidden in her extremely beautiful eyes, but it made people feel embarrassed to ask.

Soon, the carriage drove across a long bridge. Because underneath was the Academy of Life Sciences' own light rail for transporting supplies, the bridge was very high from the ground, almost 30 meters, and very wide.

But it's a little off, so there aren't many vehicles passing by.

And tonight, probably because of the sleet and snow, the bridge was even more deserted, with only the street lights on both sides emitting constant light throughout the night, reflecting large and small golden spots on the wet ground.

Sherlock looked out the car window and frowned.

Almost at the same moment, Irene also frowned. She turned to look at Sherlock, then her eyebrows stretched, and she asked with interest: "You have caused some trouble, right?"

"Why do you ask?"

Erin pointed out the window: "I can see a few steam locomotives in front of me. You may not know much about these things, but the models and colors of those vehicles do not match. Someone should want to hide the identity of the owner. .”

Sherlock moved his body and looked in the direction that Eileen was pointing. Sure enough, under the snowy curtain, several motorcycles were parked on the side of the road. They seemed to have seen the carriage coming, and they all headed towards the bridge. Drive over, then line up and seal the entire road.

Seeing this posture, Sherlock sighed slightly as he thought of what happened this morning. Then he smiled apologetically at Eileen and said, "I'm so sorry, it seems that you will get home a little later today."

Eileen saw many people getting out of the car, each with a fierce look in their eyes. Instead of being afraid, she looked at Sherlock with a sweet light in her eyes:

"You don't have to apologize. Getting into trouble is also the privilege of a good man."

About a hundred meters to the side of the long bridge, there is a temporarily closed experimental building. Since the experiments here require an absolutely dry environment, these experimental buildings will be temporarily closed during the rainy winter every year. , and at this moment, on the rooftop of one of the buildings, the military police captain was standing by the fence, looking at the bridge in the distance.

He is a second-stage contractor, a typical symbiosis type. His visual distance is enough to look through the snow curtain and look at the carriage in the distance.

The reason why he came here today was obvious, which was to capture that annoying detective and pry his mouth open.

Because he hid the machine, because the vice-dean had given clear instructions, and because this guy’s face was really unpleasant. Anyway, whether in public or private, this guy has to be honest today. Tell everything you know.

Of course, saying it doesn't mean it's over.

In the next three hours, that bridge will be completely untouched by anyone. Vice Dean Holk can guarantee this. Therefore, no matter what happens here, no one will know who the bastard detective is. No one knows whether he is alive or dead, who was caught, and where he was. The driver of the carriage can completely ignore it, but the person sitting in the carriage has just received a report from his soldiers, saying that it seems to be just He's the owner of a bar, so don't worry about it.

In short, as long as he asks where the machine is, the detective's life will be completely in his own hands.

Recalling the misunderstandings and grievances of the past few days, as well as the dismissive look on his face this morning, a cruel smile appeared on the captain's lips.

But after all, he was not the kind of fool who was carried away by anger. He knew that the detective who was selected by Catherine must have his own uniqueness, so even if he only endured the canonization ceremony for half a year, it should not be underestimated.

Therefore, I prepared a total of 13 people, including 8 first- and second-level contractors in total!

Moreover, the Vatican's exclusive steam locomotive this morning really made him unable to relax, so for the sake of safety, he did not show up and just stood here watching from a distance, so even if there was any emergency, , can also escape whole body.

And this time.

The carriage had slowly stopped. The driver was completely frightened by the situation in front of him. He jumped down and hid behind a bridge pillar while running and staggering. He timidly exposed half of his face and faced those people. Look.

In the carriage, after Sherlock apologized to Irene, he walked out of the carriage calmly.

The cold wind and fine snow on the pavement made him feel very refreshed.

For some reason, he didn't look at the people waiting in front of him for a long time. Instead, he raised his head and looked towards the buildings in the distance.

Take a glance...