Sherlock Holmes

To be honest, Sherlock was a little surprised when he saw the content of this letter.

Who would have thought that Mrs. Hudson, Her Royal Highness the Saint of the Holy See, would actually write to herself. In fact, it stands to reason that in the past two centuries, according to the traditional understanding, the Saint should be married to the Son. Yes, it feels a bit strange for a saint to write to herself and specifically say that she wants to meet her.

Fortunately, the brain circuits of this generation's Saint Son and Saint Lady are not normal, and their position was most likely told to Hudson by Moriarty.

So if a strange man is invited to have a private meeting with a saint late at night, there should be no problem in the eyes of the Vatican personnel escorting him along the way.

The sun was setting, and Sherlock was walking through the streets of London in a carriage.

Although the sofa chair was on Baker Street and could be transported quickly using the distorted sun, he still chose to rush there using the traditional method. There was enough time, and the feeling of being dragged into the universe was not that pleasant. .

Perhaps the Empire Heritage Ceremony is about to begin, and relevant posters have begun to be posted in the streets and alleys of this city. As for "relevant", in fact, most of them are praising the great achievements of Augustine the Great over the years. However, during his reign, the great achievements were really countless, and each one was like the most powerful one. It is a heart-stimulating drug. Every time you walk on the street, you can even be infected by those simple words and the deeds contained in the words.

This is not to manipulate people's hearts, nor to create public opinion, but to actually put the facts in front of the people of the empire, and then people will naturally judge them.

But in fact, no matter how you judge it, Emperor Augustine is the greatest emperor in the sacred calendar and even in human history.

In contrast, some promotional slogans about [Franklin] posted next to them are not so eye-catching.

There is no way, because the time is too short, even if the 50-year-old new politician is reported twice in a row in the Holy Journal, it will only temporarily allow him to gain some recognition from the people, but it is impossible to gain this recognition. It has always existed because he has no political achievements. Even if the so-called new energy popularization plan is really great, before it is officially implemented, the people will not know whether it is really effective or whether it is just rhetoric.

If you don’t implement it, you won’t see the effect, and if you don’t see the effect, you won’t be able to implement it. It seems that all reforms will fall into this ridiculous endless loop.

The carriage passed by a self-service newsstand. Sherlock asked the coachman to wait a moment, then jumped out of the car and went to the kiosk. He put in two pennies and quickly, the old machine spit out a newspaper. Sherlock picked it up and looked at it. While stepping onto the carriage.

It has to be said that the news during this period has really shown an explosive blowout phenomenon. First, the inheritance ceremony was brought forward, and then Franklin reported the murder case of the dean of the Academy of Life Sciences. Not even half a month has passed, and now the newspapers are reporting another kind of news. About potions that can cure most diseases.

According to the relevant description, the source of this medicine is a talented pharmacist who developed a new formula based on the repair solution specially provided by the Crusaders. If it can be successfully developed, then this medicine can be used within a certain period of time. To a certain extent, it has the effect of Nightingale’s personal visit.

Sherlock couldn't help but smile silently. It seemed that the methods used by these big shots to create momentum were similar. In fact, one can imagine that this was to give the [Life Extension Experiment] a head start, allowing the public to be interested in this potion in a short period of time. An illusory yearning. If Emperor Augustine succeeds in succeeding to the throne, then this experiment will be started.

Driven by the situation and the will of the people, not to mention another political achievement, it can also drive more funds to flow towards this experiment. After all, the empire's money comes from the working people at the bottom, so the people The good things are the most profitable things, and all the asshole-less bastards know this.

Oh, if this experiment is really successful, then Sherlock can guarantee that this so-called 'genius pharmacologist' will definitely take advantage of the situation and become a candidate for the new generation of dean of the Academy of Life Sciences. It won't be long before... The self-management authority that the Academy of Life Sciences spent decades acquiring will also become a piece of paper.

Sherlock closed the newspaper and looked at the melting snow outside the window. Unknowingly, the carriage drove through the long street and finally came to the familiar Baker Street.

At this time, there was a very ordinary carriage parked in front of No. 221B, but the pure white horse was a little conspicuous. Fortunately, it was not too rare, so it would not attract too much attention. A man in thick clothes The maid in winter clothes stood beside the carriage, lowering her eyebrows and saying nothing. Sherlock could see from the extra length of fabric on the cuffs and skirt that under the winter coat, she seemed to be wearing a white suit. nun dress.

White nun uniforms are extremely rare, and Sherlock has only seen them once on the Day of Holy Love.

"Dong dong dong"

He came to the door on the first floor

In fact, in the past few months, he has subconsciously regarded this place as his home, but at this moment, he seemed to remember the situation when he was a tenant a few months ago.

At that time, Mrs. Hudson was just a landlord. Who would have thought that at this moment, the other party is already a saint respected by all people, so when I see her, do I need to kneel down and worship her?

Just as he was thinking about it, there was a sound of footsteps in the house, and then the door opened. The person who opened the door was a nun in white robe. She didn't say much, but just stepped aside and made a gesture to invite in.

Sherlock walked into the room.

In fact, the room has not changed much. Even if Watson is a bit of a germaphobe, he will not renovate the place. At this time, sitting next to the brightly polished table, a familiar figure sat.

His own landlord, Saint Leticia.

But at this time, the landlady was not wearing a gorgeous dress, nor was she wearing a beautiful headdress with golden sunflowers on her head. She was still wearing the simple attire she often wore before, with no makeup on her face, just a scarf on her neck. That seemingly ordinary pendant showed what kind of rights she had.

"I have to say, I thought that when I came back, this bouquet of flowers would have died long ago, but I didn't expect that it is still alive now, and it is much more vibrant than when I raised it."

Mrs. Hudson reached out and fiddled with the leaves by the window, as if she wanted to appear as usual, but in her eyes that were not looking at Sherlock, one could feel that her current mood was extremely complicated.

But in the end, she still mustered up the courage to look at her tenant, and then said with some resentment: "Don't look at me with that look. Do you think that the saint always dresses like a white sunflower? That outfit only appears during ceremonies, if you wear it on a daily basis, you won’t even be able to take care of yourself.”

She was telling the truth and was not pretending to hide her embarrassment. It seemed that after becoming a saint, she hated the beautiful and dazzling costumes.

Sherlock smiled. Seeing each other again after a few months gave him some sudden illusions. He did not kneel down to worship, nor did he perform any pious etiquette of a believer. He just bowed slightly: "Indeed, beautiful Things are generally not that practical.”

Following these words, he came to the table and sat down. A white-robed nun next to him quietly poured him a cup of tea with an extremely respectful expression.

"These people are my personal maids. Although I have said many times that I can do some things by myself, they didn't listen at all. Then I asked specifically. These nuns have been trained to serve saints since they were young. If you Always rejecting them makes them anxious."

Sherlock nodded, picked up the tea cup and took a sip: "Are you passing by when you return to London this time?"

His tone was like meeting an old friend.

"Yes." Seeing that the other party didn't say anything else, the landlady seemed to be relieved, and then nodded:

"In the past few months, I have actually been traveling to and from various major dioceses. In fact, it was only after I became a saint that I realized that this job is not easy to do at all, because the saint needs to preach to the major dioceses in the empire, and the target group of preaching is still the same group of people. Priests, people like the Pope. During this period of time, I have to memorize the "Gospel of the Holy Light". Hey. To tell you the truth, seeing those priests who were previously aloof and prostrate at my feet every day is really shocking. There is no sense of achievement at all, because they are not worshiping me at all, but worshiping the Holy Light. I am like a member of the propaganda department of the Holy Light in the world. I really miss the time when I was a waiter in a restaurant. .”

A saintly girl actually misses the time when she worked in a hotel. If other people heard this, everyone would probably be shocked. Fortunately, the nun next to her had long been the most loyal servant of the landlady, so she did it in front of them. You can talk freely in front of you.

After that, the two people at the table began to chat casually, but most of the content was about each other's current situation, their bodies, the golden light in Jerusalem, etc. Mrs. Hudson did not mention what Sherlock had said in Professor Darwin's case. Sherlock did not ask the Holy Lady how many of the most devout believers he had met during this period. They had a tacit understanding to avoid some past events, the heavy snowfall a few months ago, and those Breakfast in the morning, and beef soup at night.

But even if they didn't say it, the landlord and tenant knew clearly that they were no longer unknown passers-by on the streets of London. Hudson's mood was actually more complicated. Who would have thought that he was once an unknown person? The legendary detective has turned into such a powerful person.

As they talked, the night outside the window got darker. After a flash of gas light, Mrs. Hudson finally fell silent, and then looked into Sherlock's eyes with some solemnity.

"Actually, the reason why I called you here this time is not just to reminisce about the past, but also to tell you something very important." Having said this, she slowly exhaled: "I found Emperor Augustine planning the Great London War. Evidence of disaster."

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Sherlock froze with the teacup in his hand, staring intently at the girl in front of him.

He had long felt that his landlord had been hiding something, but he didn't expect that when he opened his mouth, he said something like this.

When that disaster happened, she had already left London and was on her way to Jerusalem. Everything that happened after that seemed to have nothing to do with her. In fact, from all angles, this saintly lady should not be involved in this. In a huge conspiracy.

But at this time, the word "evidence" came out of the other party's mouth suddenly, making Sherlock have to look at the other party seriously in order to distinguish more things from the other party's expression.

"Why are you looking at me like that? I am a saint of the Holy See. Do you think I am of no use except preaching everywhere?"

Hudson's tone sounded very resentful, but she was smiling, as if she felt that being able to help the detective in front of her was an extremely happy thing.