Sherlock Holmes

Sherlock was dragged away in such a daze.

He who usually boasts that his brain is not too rusty, could not keep up with his thoughts at this moment;

He was grabbed by the hand and rushed forward in a way that seemed clumsy to him.

The girl in front of her has blond hair, which is thin and braided into a simple braid, swinging from side to side on the back of her head. Some of the scattered hair just blends into the dim sunlight.

She was obviously panicked and didn't even dare to look back, but she held a paper bag tightly in her hand with bread and other things in it.

What is this girl doing?

According to normal thinking, the girl should have seen Sherlock being followed and felt that he was in danger, so she came to help him. Of course Sherlock could understand this.

But what he was puzzled about was that this girl would actually help a stranger like him?

In this day and age, are there still such idiots?

And the way she helped him was a little too funny. How could she squat in an alley pretending to be a police officer? Her acting skills were so bad.

In the end, she was actually dragging herself to run, just running. Didn't she think she could run faster by throwing away the bag of food? Why are you so stingy and hugging me so hard that the bread will be flattened?

All kinds of behaviors showed a kind of funny stupidity. Didn't she realize that no one was following her?

"Ha ha."

For some reason, Sherlock suddenly felt in a good mood and laughed softly.

Fortunately, the girl in front didn't hear it, otherwise it would be too rude.

After running like this for about five minutes, the girl was out of breath. Suddenly, a group of people appeared around the corner. On the high platform, several preachers in robes were chanting loudly the Holy Light to the World. With blessings, some citizens of the empire below clasped their hands and closed their eyes to listen quietly.

The girl quickly dragged Sherlock over and squeezed into the crowd: "Hurry up and close your eyes! Close your eyes!"

She already pretended to listen devoutly.

"Oh, okay." Sherlock said with a smile, but he didn't pretend to be a believer. Anyway, the other party had his eyes closed and couldn't see him.

In this way, the two people pretended stupidly for 20 minutes, until the sun set slightly to the west, and the missionary was over.

Of course, singing to the Holy Light can only be done under the sunshine. This is the most basic attitude.

The believers gradually dispersed, and Sherlock poked the girl next to him: "Everyone is gone."

"ah?!"

The girl opened her eyes in panic and saw that the surrounding area was empty, but fortunately she did not see the figures of those drunk men, so she finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Huh" she stared at Sherlock angrily: "Why are you so careless? Those drunkards are very dangerous people at first glance. Don't you have any sense of self-protection?"

It sounds a bit like teaching an ignorant student a lesson.

"Oh, I" Sherlock didn't know how to explain it. He couldn't say that he was the most dangerous one, so he took out two apples, a pepper jar, a brush, and A jar of tooth powder.

"This is.?"

"You dropped it when you were running, and I caught it." Sherlock said.

The girl's face turned red, and she seemed to be even more angry. She angrily snatched those things and threw them into the paper bag: "Really, remember to pay attention to safety next time you go out! Not everyone will help you every time!"

After saying that, she turned around and prepared to leave.

"Can I know your name?" Sherlock thought for a while and asked.

"Why do you want to know my name?"

"That's it. Thank you for saving me. If I go to church to pray for you, I have to tell the nun a name, right?"

The girl was startled. She seemed to have lowered her guard after hearing the words "church" and "prayer": "Are you a devout believer?"

"……this"

"Haha, I'm sorry, it's really strange for a believer to take the initiative to say that he is pious." She smiled and said: "My full name is Jeanne d'Arc Letitia Hudson; you can call me Mrs. Hudson. ;When you go to church, please help me pray for wealth."

"Okay." Sherlock responded with a smile.

In fact, he doesn't know why he wants to know the other person's name, and he won't go to church to pray for the other person. Theoretically, the two of them will never have any intersection.

But it can be seen that this girl named Joan of Arc likes money very much. At the same time, she should be married. After all, she specially emphasized the suffix "Mrs."

Of course, it may also be to avoid harassment from men. This kind of talk was very popular in uptown areas.

After a few simple greetings, the two men and women who met by chance separated quickly.

Joan of Arc disappeared around the corner of the street, where there were several pet supply stores, maybe she had pets at home.

Sherlock also continued walking towards his apartment building.

Fifteen minutes later, he stood downstairs in his apartment, looking at the entire wall that had collapsed:

"Very good, don't worry about it. I definitely can't live in this place anymore."

So he decided to move away resolutely!

Fortunately, the landlord didn't seem to know that the tragedy in this street was caused by Shylock. At the same time, the landlord himself was a believer in the Holy See, which led him to feel that he had great hatred for the tenant. The feeling of guilt was, after all, due to the Vatican's arrest of sinners, which made it impossible for the tenant to continue living there.

In the end, Sherlock actually received a compensation and the red leather sofa he was used to sitting on, and left the apartment with the landlord's apology.

Soon after, before the sunset was completely silent, Sherlock came to an 'Outlander Mutual Aid Association'.

To put it bluntly, it is an intermediary.

They will be responsible for helping you find a place to live, a job, servants, a partner who is eager to get married, a lady with beautiful clothes on the street, a carriage, and so on.

This is London, and there are so many people from other places that we can’t count, so these mutual aid associations are everywhere, even in small neighborhoods like Baker Street, there are three of them.

But now there is only one family left that has not been crushed to pieces.

Sherlock told the staff his request, and five minutes later, he found his new residence!

Because that’s the only one left that’s still being rented out and hasn’t been broken into pieces yet!

[Baker Street——221——B].

He wasn't even given a chance to choose.

So, the people from the mutual aid association took Sherlock to the only destination.

It's not far from his previous apartment, you can even see it from a slight overlook, and it's also on the second floor; the only difference is that the landlord lives on the first floor.

After knocking on the door on the first floor, no one responded. It seemed that the landlord had gone out, but the staff of the mutual aid association still took Sherlock to the second floor, and found a key under a pot of flowers with ease.

"As long as a tenant's house has not yet been found, the key will usually be placed somewhere near the door. This is an industry rule."

The staff member said with a smile and opened the door with the key.

and push it gently

The scene in the room slowly appeared in front of Sherlock's eyes.

"Sir, if you are satisfied, this will be your future new home."

The man had a professional smile on his face and made an inviting gesture;

Then... he looked suspiciously at Sherlock, who was standing at the door with eyes full of disbelief and dumbfounded.

"gentlemen?"

"Mr. Tenant, what's wrong with you?"

"gentlemen.????!"

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