Sherlock Holmes

Chapter 424 Life in a different world.

Maybe Melissa felt that she was really young, just 20 years old, so she always put on a sincere preaching posture in front of Sherlock, sometimes giving him tips on how to survive in this world as a popular science detective. Sometimes she would explain to Sherlock the glorious past of this detective agency and its sure to be even more glorious future. The reason why she did this was partly because it made her appear mature, and partly because she was afraid that Sherlock would not think so. Business, if one day this guy quits, it will be terrible. It is not easy to find such cheap employees.

Most of the time, Sherlock will respond effectively to the girl boss's nagging. Listening to her chattering about these useless topics is better than asking her to ask where she is from, where she has worked, and how many people she has in her family. Questions about people are strong. Although during this period, Sherlock made a lot of mistakes in the place names and common sense of life in this world, he has never lived in this world, so he doesn't want to be unable to answer a certain question. Common sense questions without revealing one's identity.

"After dinner, you go outside to post some advertisements and hand out flyers." Melissa began to arrange work for Sherlock again: "Oh, these rice need to be put into the pot to keep warm. Little Miller still has half a After school for an hour, when the potatoes are cold, it’s time for him to complain again.”

"Okay." Sherlock nodded. If anyone who knew him once saw the way he lives now, they would probably be so scared that they would collapse on the ground. The famous Sherlock, tearing apart demons with his hands, and killing empires by force The emperor, a fierce man who crossed the gates of hell alone, is now working in a small detective agency on the street, helping the blind boss cook, clean the house, and distribute leaflets? ?

This whole fucking style of painting is wrong.

After putting the remaining food into the pot, Sherlock picked up a stack of leaflets on the table and prepared to go out. But before that, he had to go into the bathroom and take care of his hair and beard seriously. .

Sherlock's current hairstyle is very neat, the kind that is not too long. The hair in front of his forehead is all pushed back, and his beard is also neatly trimmed, revealing a clear-cut stubble. When he participated in the Competition of Holy Love, It has never been so clean during the Japanese ceremony.

The main reason why he dressed himself up like this was to distinguish himself from the appearance on the wanted poster.

The man in the wanted order is a man with unshaven beard and messy hair who looks very slovenly at first glance. But now Sherlock is an excellent employee of the detective agency who pays attention to appearance, is polite and mature, and is full of motivation. In fact, he wants to The most important thing that makes you look changed a lot is to change your overall temperament.

If Sherlock were now wearing sunglasses and a mask, covering his whole body tightly, and walking furtively, people would be suspicious.

And the results of this plan are also very good. At least in the eyes of a 9-year-old child, Miller has nothing to do with the person on the wanted poster. In his words, the traitor is a big bad guy at first glance. , the whole person looks ugly and fierce, he will probably eat children when he is hungry! And since Sherlock bought him ice cream several times, little Miller even thought Sherlock was a little handsome.

Life at the detective agency was very leisurely, with not much business, but this was not a rented store, and there was no need to pay rent. Melissa complained every day that she had no big commissions, but in fact she was just nagging, and she did not become irritable. In a profession like detective work, if customers don’t come to your door, you can’t go out on the street to attract people.

Therefore, the girl boss always wanted to have some money left over for daily meals, but to be honest, the food expenses have been very strictly controlled now, so Melissa started to find work for Sherlock again, probably She felt that as long as this employee worked more, the wages would be more cost-effective. For a while, she even wanted to ask Sherlock to buy some better soil and potato sprouts behind the detective agency. Plant some vegetables and save money on meals.

Fortunately, Sherlock emphasized over and over again that the vegetables we grow ourselves might mutate, and the potatoes might turn green, and eating them would be bad for our health, so she gave up her idea.

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In this way, the days passed day by day, and in the blink of an eye, another two months passed. Now the sun emits excessive light and heat every day. There is not much difference between the four seasons throughout the year, but after all, there are still some small differences, such as The wind has been getting stronger lately, and sometimes there is a whistling sound when passing through the narrow gaps between the buildings.

Little Miller's school had a long holiday, and he stayed at home every day. Melissa would scold this little fat guy who was less than double digits in age every now and then, telling him not to run outside all the time, as he would go blind if he was exposed to too much sun.

But such a long time has passed, and the wanted notices posted outside have not been withdrawn. Some were even blown away due to strong winds. Someone will put up a new one the next day. Although the rewards are not so frequent on TV , but it still appears once or twice occasionally, so that people have adapted to the existence of this thing and gradually forget that there has always been a vicious traitor hiding in a certain corner of the city.

"Sister, if we catch this guy, how much money can we make?"

While eating, the announcement of the reward order sounded again on the street radio. Today, I ate fried artemisia annua. Little Miller hated this kind of green and hard food, so he fiddled with a few vegetable stems on the plate out of boredom and asked angrily. road.

"So much so that 'if this wanted criminal were you', then I would definitely hand you over to the government without hesitation." Melissa said calmly.

"The school didn't play the video of the man escaping because it was too bloody and would frighten the children. But I heard that the man could punch through a wall with one punch and his teeth could turn human bones into pretzels. chew."

Little Miller waved his arms and said: "But although I haven't seen the video about him, there is a wanted poster for him on the wall of our school. That guy's nose is as big as Uncle Hopkins's."

"Ahem——" Sherlock managed not to choke.

"Yeah, if only Hopkins was the traitor, then we just need to tie him up and hand him over to the patrol, and we probably won't have to worry about it in this life."

"But Uncle Hopkins is not a traitor. A traitor cannot be lectured by you every day and have to clean the room every day." Little Miller continued to ramble.

"If you don't finish the food on your plate, Hopkins will have the day off today and you will do all his work!"

Melissa said angrily, which frightened little Miller to quickly put his mouth into the edge of the plate, and plucked the food on it into his mouth. Listening to the clinking sound of the chopsticks touching the surface of the plate, Melissa grew long. He sighed, feeling that he had really endured suffering that he should not have endured at this age.

A few minutes later, the siblings finally finished their meal, and Sherlock was responsible for washing the dishes. Melissa used some untenable excuses to classify this matter into Sherlock's scope of work.

Warm water flowed from the faucet, and Sherlock slowly rinsed the stains on the plate. Some music was playing on the portable speaker beside him, and the lights above his head looked so bright and soft.

Unknowingly, it had been more than three months since he arrived here. Sherlock even felt that he had completely adapted to life in this world. The wind and sand outside the window were as old as ever. He looked at the water flowing out of the water pipe and began to think about a very strange question. .

If, in this world, [Sherlock Holmes] is just a character in a detective novel, then why is he called this name?

Is it a coincidence?

Although theoretically speaking, this is indeed possible, but this situation cannot really be attributed to coincidence. Moreover, why is my memory of my parents so vague? Logically speaking, my memory should not be this bad. That's right.

During this time, Sherlock of course also took the time to read the history of this world. He knew that [Nightingale] really existed, and [Dante Alighier] also existed.

If it can be said that in different timelines, people who are destined to appear will eventually appear, this argument can be justified, then

[Moriarty] [John Watson] What's going on with these people? These names also all come from that book.

Of course, only the names of these guys are the same as those in the book. The rest, whether it is appearance, personality, or other elements, have nothing to do with the book. In the book, Moriarty is a math teacher. A teacher who occasionally engages in hobbies such as killing people, robbing banks, and selling murder techniques, and John Watson is even an honest guy.

It was as if someone had forcibly placed these names on certain people's heads.

Sherlock is a smart man. It took him a short time to figure out the relationship between the two worlds, but he could never find the answer to the people around him.

The window was closed, the room was quiet, and the temperature was comfortable. The gravel scraped against the glass, making a hissing sound. Sherlock couldn't help but think about how everyone was doing in his original world.

How far has the expedition to Hell's Gate progressed? Has Miss Nightingale awakened? Is Watson still with her? Is Moriarty's plan to unify the government and the Holy See still being implemented steadily? , and whether the old man living his old age on the beach of the small town is a monster.

Sherlock was calm, thinking, and waiting in this kind of life. The stars above his head were still exploding, turning the originally blue planet into a pale dark red. There was no winter with ice and snow, and no spring with lush trees. , people's lives are busy day after day, but without any ups and downs. Maybe the main tone of this world is despair, so no matter how much the government tries to make people raise their hope for life, it is of no avail. Walking between neighbors is Rarely, after such a long time, Sherlock didn't even know the name of the owner of the clothing store next door, and no one else noticed the humble employee in this detective agency.

However, Sherlock still has no way to escape from here

After such a long time, there is still no sign of stopping the search for him, and it is even getting deeper into the bones. Although ordinary citizens cannot feel it, they just feel that there are a few more notices posted and the reward amount is larger, but in some cases In places that are out of reach of normal life, the government's search intensity has reached a terrifying level.

All shipping personnel must undergo strict inspections, including packaged goods. A large number of search sites have been established in deserted areas outside the city, in the ruins, and even in the vast no man's land. Countless human troops are searching day and night. A large-scale manhunt is underway, and even underground gambling dens, mutant creature smuggling channels, and even dark medical institutions involved in human trafficking and organ transplantation are full of traces of government investigators.

All the channels that can leave this city have been blocked, and the Gate of Hell is located in a military garrison area thousands of kilometers away from this city. If the former Sherlock had run all the way to it, it would be There is a glimmer of hope, but at this time, he still has not recovered from the injuries in his body, plus those terrible high-tech war weapons, tanks, aircraft, and precision missiles. In urban areas, large-scale anti-personnel weapons cannot be used. Once out, After entering the city, these things were thrown at him without any scruples. It was estimated that within five minutes, he would be left with only a handful of ashes.

Such a massive search lasted for several months, and the manpower and material resources spent must be unimaginable, but it seemed that this was just the beginning. The government officials had a determined attitude of not giving up until they were caught. , Sherlock really doesn't understand, is his life really that important?

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After clearing the tableware, Sherlock wiped the water stains on his hands, and then went to the hall. He picked up a stack of leaflets, then came to the door, picked up his deerstalker hat from the hanger and put it on. He lowered his head slightly and walked out of the door.

This was his main job during this period, which was to increase the popularity of the detective agency.

The wind outside seemed to have weakened a little, and there were scattered pedestrians on the street. Sherlock walked in the wind, raising the collar of his windbreaker, which just covered most of his face, but it did not look obtrusive.

He walked two streets further. During this period, he just casually handed out leaflets to a few pedestrians, and soon arrived in front of a separate building two streets away.

This building is a triangle. Compared with the huge towering buildings next to it, it is only about ten meters high. It is completely white. In this city with very limited human settlements, it looks particularly luxurious.

In the square in front of it, there is a huge sign——[Survivor Alliance History Museum]