Sherlock Holmes

Priest Thompson looked at the address on the contract with confusion, as if he didn't quite understand what the other party said.

I don’t understand either the tone of the other person’s words or the meaning of this sentence.

What is this?

A complete novice who doesn't even know the basic classification of contractors actually poses like this. He acts as if he is qualified to become a partner of White Thorn Security Company.

Okay, anyway, some of the heirs of big families under the protection of the Holy See all look stupid like this. They feel that there has been a pope or several clergy in their family tree, just like their own bloodline has been influenced by the Holy See. It was as if the light had favored me.

Ignorant, arrogant, blind, ridiculous, but nothing can be done.

There was really no way, Thompson was just a priest, and he was not responsible for educating idiots, let alone disobeying a letter of recommendation written by a high priest.

He could only fold up the contract wordlessly and stuff it into the drawer.

"So." Ms. Mary at the door naturally heard the conversation and asked tentatively.

"According to his ideas." Thompson said: "As for the process, go through it all."

"Okay." Ms. Mary responded immediately.

She was quite satisfied with the result.

Because she had read Sherlock's letter of introduction and it said that his contracted devil was just a worm.

Although she is not a contractor, as a receptionist, she knows more or less about the types of demons; a low-level demon like a worm is, to put it bluntly, nothing like it; letting him perform tasks will probably require special protection. If he bumps into someone, or if his head is accidentally bitten off by a demon, he will still have to bear the responsibility.

So whether this so-called Mr. Detective just wants to add something to his resume or he really has some skills, no one expects him to go on a mission. Even if he wants to go, no one will agree to let him go. .

Then he is unwilling to obey the distribution, which is relatively good.

"Mr. Holmes, please come with me." Ms. Mary turned sideways and made a 'please' gesture. In fact, she likes Sherlock now. After all, a fool who doesn't cause trouble is much cuter than a fool who causes trouble.

The next process is very simple. Get to know the company's environment, introduce the work process, carefully explain the payment of wages and bonuses, and get to know the new colleagues.

Most companies are like this.

However, since Sherlock didn't want to stay in the company, Miss Mary was not so careless when introducing him.

"I'm the company's accountant and receptionist, and I'm also responsible for official business consulting. I'm usually very busy. I say I can take two days off a week, but I have too much work and sometimes I can't even take a day off," she said in her tone. All complaints:

"Rodel is responsible for registering abnormal events and demonic invasions. If anyone encounters trouble, they will basically go to him;

Deacon Thompson, Mark, Altoli, and Lampard are field staff. They will be on duty when there are tasks. At the same time, they are also the first-stage contractors.

But today, except for Deacon Thompson, the remaining three people went to patrol. Recently, an 'eye-gouging demon' appeared in downtown London, which was quite troublesome. The three of them have not been back to the company for almost a week. "

"Eye-gouging devil?" Sherlock asked doubtfully.

"Well, it should have appeared half a month ago. Anyway, all the unlucky citizens we encountered had their eyes gouged out and died miserably. I don't know what kind of brain circuit this beast has. Why did it only eat its eyes?"

Sherlock nodded thoughtfully, but didn't ask any more questions. Ms. Mary in front of him was just a civil servant, and all the information she knew was what she had heard. Even if she was interested, she had to ask those few questions. That's right for a field worker.

Not long after, Mary brought Sherlock to the [Infirmary] door on the first floor.

"This is our doctor. He is usually responsible for psychological consultation, identification and treatment of injuries. Sometimes, if he encounters a difficult task, he will also go to work with him. Although he is not a contractor, he doesn't have any good solutions. , after all, some injuries cannot be delayed.

Oh, his name is John Watson, and he once served as a military doctor for the Crusaders around the Redecker Strait. "

Speaking of this, Mary suddenly lowered her voice and whispered like all gossipy women:

"But I have always felt that he does not look like a person with a military position, because there is really no trace of the toughness of a soldier in him."

While talking, Ms. Mary adjusted her collar, straightened her hair on her forehead, and straightened her back to make her chest more curved: "Ahem~"

She coughed twice and then knocked on the door: "Dr. John, are you there? I need your help with something."

I don't know why, but her voice became much softer on purpose.

Soon, with a "squeak~" sound, the door of the infirmary was opened.

Then, an extremely delicate face appeared behind the door;

Sherlock raised his eyebrows and finally understood why Ms. Mary said just now that this doctor didn't have any military aura about him.

Because he was too pretty. Although the contours of his face were sharp, they exuded a unique charm. His slightly squinted eyes swept across them at will, as if he was looking at everyone who looked at him. For a moment, it was like making secret glances.

Not only that, this person is also very well-dressed, with a white shirt, a striped jacket and a tie that matches perfectly. His waist is slightly gathered, his body is straight, his slightly curly hair hangs in front of his forehead, and he even revealed that There is a certain kind of well-educated aristocratic atmosphere.

As if influenced by the doctor in front of her, Ms. Mary became very polite at this moment. She smiled and bowed slightly:

"Doctor John, this is Sherlock Holmes. According to the procedures for the newcomer, you need to do a psychological evaluation on him."

"Okay, Miss Mary." Watson responded with a smile, and his voice was like a breath of spring breeze. Then he slightly raised his peach blossom eyes that could fascinate countless girls and young women, and looked at the man in front of him: "I guarantee that every colleague Your health is my responsibility, please come in."

He politely stepped aside and signaled that Sherlock could come in.

Mary faced Sherlock: "You can go back after the assessment in a moment. As for the 'consultation' you mentioned, we will come to you if necessary, um. That's it."

After she finished speaking, she took one last look at John Watson's face;

He probably didn't understand why Holy Light would give such beauty to a man. At the same time, he thought of his own taste in clothes and sallow skin. There was a hint of regret and decline in his expression, but he quickly hid it: " Thank you so much, Dr. John, I have to go back to work, so goodbye."

"Goodbye." Watson watched the female colleague go upstairs in a gentlemanly manner, and then closed the door.

At this time, Sherlock had already sat on the chair opposite the desk. In the short period of time just now, he glanced around and already knew Dr. John's usual work attitude.

Rigorous, focused, and meticulous, all the documents are neatly placed in the filing cabinets, and the desk is spotless. On the side wall, there is a portrait of [Nightingale] hanging on the surface with a layer of framed The thin glass obviously doesn't want dust to fall on it.

Nothing looks special

The only thing worth noting is that there is a thumbtack in the corner of the desk in front of him.

Very inconspicuous;

But at the tip of the thumbtack, the color is slightly darker.

Those are traces that appear after the metal has oxidized after long-term exposure to blood.