Sherlock Holmes

A heavy black car was driving slowly on the streets of London. The car did not have a license plate. It only had a pattern of a lion and an eagle spreading its wings on the upper right corner of the windshield. On the map, this The logo represents the administrative executive agency of the ancient Roman French city. To put it more clearly, it is the imperial government.

Sherlock sat alone in the spacious and soft back seat of the car, looking out the window at the familiar street scene and the pedestrians who immediately moved out of the way after seeing the car. He always felt that this was both interesting and embarrassing. .

Because just half a year ago, he had just rushed into the ancient Roman city and demolished several of their streets. It was estimated that he could earn dozens of pounds by collecting the bullet casings that night and selling them for scrap metal.

This behavior was obviously a slap in the face of the imperial government, and he was sent to the blood prison for this.

But now, I came out intact. Not only that, I was also respectfully invited to get into these two cars with strong imperial government logos to meet the new emperor of the empire.

This kind of situation can probably only be written by the worst third-rate novels.

The car slowly drove into the courtyard of London City Hall.

Sherlock is a law-abiding citizen born and raised in London. Although he has never been to this place, he is still familiar with it.

During the short journey from the courtyard gate to the official residence, he could clearly distinguish the overt and covert guards, as well as some soldiers with obvious Imperial Royal Investigation Bureau style.

Normally, the London City Hall would definitely not have this kind of face, but the reason why it is so tightly defended now is because yesterday, the Emperor of the Empire, Mr. Franklin, came to London in person.

Mr. Franklin is not a traditional politician. He was born as a promoter of emerging energy sources, and his main achievements as the new leader of the imperial government originated from this.

Therefore, as London is the first city to popularize new energy, he must visit it in person.

In the conference room on the fifth floor of the city hall, Mr. Franklin, whose hairline is getting higher and higher, is listening to the carefully prepared report of the newly appointed director of the Urban Electricity Bureau. In front of him, there is a stack of documents that are so thick that it is daunting. The emperor was reading one of them himself, his eyebrows sometimes stretched and sometimes wrinkled according to the words on it, and he looked at the officials around him with their mouths agape.

It’s not their fault. In the entire history of mankind, is there any king who doesn’t just sit in a bright and magnificent hall and listen to the summary reports of relevant departments to make plans and decisions? But the emperor in front of him now , was actually reading such extremely boring documents in person. What was even more incredible was that he actually understood it. What was even more incredible was that he even made some comments on these documents from time to time!

It is not to issue orders or establish new indicators, but to truly put forward highly feasible suggestions. And judging from these suggestions, the emperor actually understands their work better than the staff of the relevant departments.

"The transmission of electricity does not need to consider factors such as heat dissipation and volume as much as steam. It only needs to avoid key water sources. Therefore, the lines can be buried deeper underground, leaving more space for surface buildings."

"Don't just build one energy supply station in the city. A large city like London needs at least four electric energy supply stations. There is no need to consider the cost of later repairs. Compared with steam pipes that withstand high temperatures all year round, electric energy is obviously more durable. .”

In the conference room, Mr. Franklin put down the document in his hand and began to speak to the remaining government officials quickly and confidently. His tone was very serious and his voice was low, but exceptionally clear and powerful, and there was this kind of scholar between the lines. Unique gentleness.

This kind of magnanimity, which is extremely uncommon among high-level politicians, magically made the surrounding tense atmosphere slightly dissipate. Even the maid who was refilling water for these officials during the meeting dared to secretly glance at the new king of the empire. He was even surprised to hear the other party say 'thank you' to him personally.

Twenty minutes later, this boring but shocking meeting ended. Several London municipal officials were respectful and polite, and then gradually retreated. A capable-looking old man wearing a butler's clothes walked into the room, and then After whispering a few words in the emperor's ear, Franklin rubbed his tired shoulders, but there was a clear smile on his face:

"I really don't need to change my clothes. Is this robe too formal?"

"Of course not, Your Highness, and as far as I know, Mr. Sherlock Holmes is a person who doesn't care about etiquette at all. I just heard from the receptionist in the front office that when he came to visit you this time, his shirts looked a little different. It looks like it has never been washed.”

Accepting the emperor's invitation, but not even changing into a new piece of clothing, this attitude was enough to be regarded as disrespectful to a king, but when he thought of what Shylock had done in the past, Mr. Franklin not only did not Displeased, he smiled even more heartily:

"Well, don't keep our guests waiting too long."

In the living room on the second floor, Sherlock held an exquisite teacup and looked at the rippling clear tea. He smacked his mouth tastelessly. This kind of tea was too bland. For someone who is used to blues. For him, low-quality cigarettes are like boiled water.

Fortunately, a staff member came over soon, and his eyes briefly paused on his clothes. However, he did not show any surprise and just led him into an office with great respect.

And here, for the first time, Sherlock saw with his own eyes the king of the empire who was both familiar and unfamiliar to him.

I say familiarity because many of the things I have done in the past two years are related to the other party, whether it is crime investigation at the Academy of Life Sciences or going straight to the ancient Roman city to end the life of Augustine the Great.

The reason for saying strange is that Sherlock has never really seen each other in such a long time, let alone said a word to him.

At this time, these two men, who were twenty years apart in age, met in this environment. The moment their eyes met, there were countless weird meanings in them, but no one could say anything.

Finally, Mr. Franklin broke the situation with a smile: "Nice to meet you, Mr. Holmes."

"Of course, Mr. Franklin."

Sherlock responded, his tone showing a rare hint of politeness, but after all, the other person was the emperor of the entire empire, and a civilian did not bow to him at this moment, let alone kneel to the ground. If this scene was seen by others, If he arrives, he will definitely denounce Sherlock on the spot.

However, in this room with only two people, no one would care about these details. The two people just took a few steps towards each other, and then...

A commoner in the lower city and a top decision-maker of the imperial government stretched out their hands at the same time, shaking each other's hands forcefully and meaningfully.

"Thank you for everything."

Franklin said.

Sherlock smiled slightly and couldn't help but think.

The meaning contained in this thank you is really complicated.