Sherlock Holmes

This voice really scared the security personnel in front of him.

Not only was it rough, they took out their guns and pinned this mentally ill guy to the ground!

Miss Nightingale's name must be mentioned with the most sincere respect to each other in private. When facing this person, she must nod and call her "Your Excellency Nightingale", even though her identity is only a marginal small town aristocrat. The little daughter, but the moment she put that luggage bag on her back and walked out of the house, she became the star of hope for the entire empire, a gift from the Holy Light to the world.

Who dares to block someone's door and call him by his name?

A security guard had green veins on his forehead and cold sweat, and he glared at Sherlock. Some people around him who were shielding themselves with trees also rushed out. One of them was probably a loyal supporter of Miss Nightingale, and he was really direct. He took out his gun and pointed it at the back of Sherlock's head:

"Shut the fuck up!"

At this moment, a window on the second floor of the villa area was pushed open, and a girl who looked to be in her teens and dressed in a simple steam maintenance worker's outfit poked her head out unhappily, thinking She wanted to see who was tired of life and dared to make a fuss here. Then, she saw the guy who once carried his young lady to escape in the sea of ​​​​fire.

"Miss?" She was startled for a moment, and then asked without looking back, "The trial court said that they want to assign a professional to you?"

Not far behind, the girl was lowering her head, holding a book in her hand, looking drowsy. After being asked this question by her maid, she woke up a little, slowly turned her head, and with a simple movement, It seemed to make the sunlight around her outline look a little more dazzling:

"Oh, I did say that, regardless of the fact that it seems like I won't be here until tomorrow."

Nopa closed her eyes and stared at the private detective outside the hospital who she didn't like, but who saved her life. She sighed helplessly:

"Well, it seems that the so-called professional came a day early."

The security guards outside the hospital were still full of anger: "Damn it, if you disturb Lord Nightingale, I will chop you up!"

From such fierce words, Sherlock could probably guess that although these people were security personnel, they were all probably real soldiers who had shed blood on the front line.

When the swords were at war, a series of heavy footsteps came from a distance, and then, a deliberately suppressed voice that sounded like a raging sound came:

"What are you yelling about?"

Several people looked at the sound, and then the security personnel immediately restrained their arrogance and whispered: "Report to the captain, we caught a troublemaker."

The man called the captain was wearing a cowboy outfit that was popular before the Holy Calendar, with a wide-brimmed hat, his strong body stretched out his jacket, and two large revolvers fixed in leather holsters. Brightly fixed on both sides of the waist.

Following his subordinate's words, he looked at the two people in the middle of the crowd, and then stared:

"monster?!"

"Monster???" Everyone present was stunned.

"Oh, I mean, Mr. Sherlock, why are you here?!"

Sherlock looked at Tobias Gregson, whom he hadn't seen for a long time, and quickly waved hello: "Oh, I was invited by the Tribunal to handle the Ripper case, so... can you please calm down first? a little."

Miss Nightingale's life was threatened. Of course, it was impossible for only the Inquisition under the Holy See to protect her. The government must also show sufficient attention. Therefore, Tobias Gregson, as the third member of the Imperial Royal Investigation Team, The captain of Team Nine was dispatched to assist the Tribunal.

Coincidentally, he and Hopkins had been involved in Professor Darwin's murder case together, so they were familiar with each other.

Of course. In that case, the most unforgettable thing for him was naturally Sherlock. Because of his various performances, the few people who won the exam at that time had already called him a 'monster' in private, so Someone just blurted it out without paying attention.

At this time, seeing Sherlock's appearance, Captain Gregson seemed to have a backbone. He quickly strode forward and angrily scolded several subordinates beside him: "Hurry up and put your gun away. When you see someone, take out your gun." What do you think your guns are? Stop sleeping during your shift and write me a 5,000-word report!"

The subordinates looked shocked and thought, we just pulled out guns, why should we write a report? Captain, you leave those two large left wheels of yours strutting around the market every day, why don't you write a report? !

But compared to this, these people are more curious about who these two guys are. Their captain has always had a bad temper, so when they see these two guys, it is like a younger brother meeting an older brother.

Well, now that I think about it, since these two people know that Lord Nightingale is here, they may really be professionals invited by the trial court. However, no matter how professional they are, they cannot be in front of that Lord's courtyard. Yell!

Therefore, even if his captain spoke, the subordinates still looked unhappy and stared at the two people in front of them with hostile eyes.

Staring and staring, I just heard a "creak".

The door of the villa was opened.

Several people looked over and saw Lord Nightingale's servant walking out of the door. The people present immediately hid their guns behind their backs and bowed slightly respectfully:

"I'm sorry, Miss Nopa, the noise just now may have disturbed Lord Nightingale. We are dealing with it."

A person explained with the most sincere apology, but Nopa ignored him at all, and looked at Sherlock very unhappily: "You can come as soon as you come, why don't you call me in advance? Do you have to yell downstairs? "

Sherlock curled his lips: "I didn't know that the Imperial Royal Investigation Team and the Tribunal had not communicated well."

"Okay, come in quickly, the lady is waiting for you."

As he said that, Nopa showed the same arrogant attitude as before and motioned to follow her in quickly.

Just like that, under the stunned gaze of everyone, Sherlock and Watson walked into the villa. It wasn't until the sound of the door slamming that they were brought back to their thoughts.

Then they looked at each other in confusion, and finally looked at Captain Gregson.

"Who is this guy?" One person asked involuntarily.

Captain Gregson also regained his composure, then punched the subordinate in front of him on the head with his fist, and said angrily in a suppressed voice:

“Don’t ask such stupid questions, just think of him as a monster.

Do you know what monster means?

No matter what this guy did, you all tried your best to accept it! Don't be in a daze, don't believe it. Even if he holds Lord Nightingale's hand and walks out of this villa in a few days, you... well... well, this is indeed impossible.

In short, no matter what, don't regard this guy as one of our kind, remember, he is a monster! "

Sherlock didn't know that Gregson had kicked himself out of the ranks of a normal person. He followed Nopa into the villa. He just felt that every decoration in this place was so exquisite, the soft carpets, the walls When looking out of the window, he seemed to be able to see the golden leaves of the surrounding green plants, looming among the quiet paths and wooden stacks. After living in London for such a long time, he didn’t even know that in the suburbs of the city There is such a place.

It can be felt that even under protection, someone still wants to make Miss Nightingale's life as comfortable as possible.

In this way, the two of them walked slowly to a study room on the second floor. Nopa pushed the door open unruly: "The lady is inside, you two can chat slowly."

Nopa didn't know what she was busy with. There were specks of engine oil on her work clothes. She probably didn't have time to listen to Sherlock and his lady reminiscing about old times or talking about security issues, but she still stared at him with a warning look:

"You'd better be honest and don't do anything other than work!"

After saying that, he got into the next room. Soon there was a sound of a sizzling drill bit rubbing steel. Sherlock explained to Watson helplessly: "There is no way, Miss Nightingale's servant." , spoiled, but this guy does have some talent for mechanics."

As soon as he finished speaking, he was suddenly stunned for a moment, and then he saw Watson gasping for breath repeatedly, his hands sometimes clenched and sometimes loosened, as if he didn't hear what Sherlock said at all.

He couldn't help but feel a little funny:

"As for that, even if you always emphasize that Miss Nightingale is the most beautiful person in the world, it's not like you haven't seen her portrait before. Why should you be nervous?"

at this time

It was probably because after the door opened, no one came in. The girl in the room came over curiously, then saw the two people standing at the door, and said with a smile:

"Why are you standing here, do you still want me to come over and invite you two?"

She has a nice voice and is wearing the most ordinary home clothes. It seems that this girl has never had high requirements for clothing and only pursues simplicity and comfort.

At this moment, she appeared directly in front of him, with the most casual smile. Even though Sherlock had seen her before, he was still subconsciously startled.

Well, it seems that those portraits of her are still a bit conservative.