Sherlock Holmes

The whole night passed by in this meaningless chat.

Watson didn't know why he came to chat with this old cripple. Maybe it was because he really didn't have many friends, or maybe it was because on those difficult nights, only this old man could disturb him without any scruples. In short, this old man In a short time, some kind of weird intersection was established through the weak bonfire at night and the bottles of expensive or low-quality wine.

There is no doubt that the old man is an alcoholic, and he will say almost anything in order to drink.

He had boasted countless times that he had lived an extremely powerful and brilliant life, but whenever Watson asked for his name, he was either rejected or received some different answers.

He could brag about Watson without any basis, saying that he had astonishing talents and that in the future, people throughout the empire would know his name. But when asked what kind of talent he was referring to, or why the name 'John Watson' was known throughout the empire, the old cripple couldn't tell at all.

Anyway, this is a poor bum who talks nonsense.

Tonight, he drank too much again.

Then he started talking nonsense about the Day of Holy Love.

He said that this year's Day of Holy Love will be the most different ever; he said that this year's Day of Holy Love will have something very important happening.

He said that he was going to see the Son and change the situation of the entire empire; he also said that the Saint would burst into tears under all the lights.

He said that friendship, love, sadness, disappointment, and other dramas will be staged on that day.

He said the wine tonight was really good.

Watson did not listen to the old guy's drunken nonsense, and he did not believe in the arrival of the Day of Holy Love at all. He quietly extinguished the bonfire to prevent the drunkard from being smoked to death in his own steam boiler. , although that may be a relief for him.

Then, I opened the door and walked into London in the early morning, strolling along the street corner in the cold humidity;

Because he had been sitting all night, his suit had some wrinkles and his expression was a little haggard, but his eyes always held a gentle smile, and he walked alone in the fog, forming a hazy and poetic scene.

If a girl wakes up early in the morning and sees such a person walking by, she may be so impressed by the encounter that she forgets the coldness around her.

Watson walked like this for three or four hours.

Until eight o'clock in the morning, he walked to the corner of Zotland Street, where the White Thorn Security Company is located.

As usual, he opened the door

However, I found that today’s colleagues came especially well;

Even the three members of the field team who had been running around because of the 'eye-gouging demon' are back. They are all gathered in the lobby on the first floor now. Even Priest Thompson is not doing morning service in the office. of prayer.

Seeing Watson come in, Miss Mary's eyes turned slightly: "Everyone should be here now, we can start."

"Are we going to have a meeting?" Watson was slightly confused.

Immediately afterwards, Priest Thompson cleared his throat:

"Ahem, I have something to inform you. It may be a bit sudden, but after 29 years, the Day of Holy Love is scheduled to start in one month, in London!"

"The Day of Holy Love?!"

"Oh my God!" Miss Mary covered her mouth in surprise. For a woman, even a spinster who is nearly forty years old and out of shape, she will definitely be elated by these words.

The remaining employees were also slightly shocked and looked at each other with similar looks.

As for Watson, he stood there blankly, not knowing what expression to put on for a moment.

Is the day of holy love really here? ! ! !

"Quiet." Priest Thompson continued: "Since the location is London, White Thorn Security Company, as the local security management agency, was notified one month in advance.

After all, the Son of God is likely to arrive in London in the near future. According to our obligations, we need to help protect the safety of the Son of God.

However, I have not received any phone calls or written instructions so far. I think it is possible that the Son has his own security team.

Then all personnel will continue to maintain their original work plans, but they are not allowed to go out in the near future and must always follow orders.

The meeting is over! "

Although Father Thompson can make people want to die when he recites prayers, fortunately, he is simple and clear when delivering instructions.

He ended such an important meeting in less than five minutes.

At the end of the meeting:

"Watson, come to the office with me."

"good."

He replied with some confusion.

A few minutes later, the office on the second floor.

Priest Thompson waved his finger gently, and a chair slid to the table. He looked at John Watson who had just walked in, and gestured: "Sit down."

After Watson sat over, he waved his finger again, and the office door closed with a click and was locked.

Watson looked as humble and polite as ever, but he couldn't help but be a little curious.

"Excuse me. Do you have anything to do with me?"

Priest Thompson looked serious and didn't speak for the first time. He was probably sorting out his words. After a while, he finally spoke: "I do have something to ask you, and it sounds a little weird."

"eccentric?"

"Yes. I'm going to assign you a secret mission alone."

Watson frowned slightly.

This is indeed a bit strange, because he is only a doctor, and usually he only works with the field team. No matter how hard he thinks, he can never assign tasks to himself alone.

Priest Thompson ignored Watson's surprise and continued: "This mission is confidential. You cannot disclose it to anyone. But don't worry, the mission itself should not be dangerous. I just hope that when you hear the content of the mission, Don’t be too surprised.”

As Priest Thompson spoke, his expression was particularly solemn and cautious, and he sat upright for a moment. It seemed that the very act of 'telling the content of the mission' put a lot of pressure on him:

"I hope you can find His Royal Highness the Holy Son as much as possible."

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There was a silence that lasted for more than ten seconds.

Or shocked!

In normal times, Watson's eyes are always narrowed habitually. He often uses this expression to cover up the real emotions in his eyes. After all, he doesn't want to be seen by others when he suffers from post-war emergency syndrome. Like actual murderous intent.

But at this moment, he could no longer control his facial muscles and opened his eyes slightly, opening them wider and wider.

For a moment, he even wondered if he heard it wrong:

"Um, you mean, His Royal Highness the Holy Son?"

"Yes."

Peanut lowered his head and thought for a moment: "Okay, but in order to avoid any words with similar pronunciations, I have to confirm again. You are talking about the person who is about to come to London on the Day of Holy Love and may be the candidate for the next pope. His Highness the Holy Son?"

"Yes." Priest Thompson nodded again and answered in the affirmative.

"I understand." Watson's tone returned to calmness. This ability of acceptance made Priest Thompson slightly admired. When he first heard the content of this mission, it took him several minutes to reluctantly accept it.

"It seems that it is a task assigned by the above. We are London's public security management agency and are relatively free, so it is understandable for us to contact the Holy Son." Watson said thoughtfully: "But the problem is, the company Why are there so many people looking for me?"

Priest Thompson looked at the young doctor in front of him with slight surprise, surprised that he had given such an accurate judgment in such a short period of time;

At the same time, his face looked bitter.

"Actually, at first, I wanted to ask Rodel to go there. After all, he often interacts with people, but after I saw the yellow teeth in his mouth, I felt that he was not suitable.

And Ms. Mary's image is really not that beautiful. As for Mark and Altoli, two and a half of the three sentences they said were swear words, and Lampard didn't even understand basic etiquette.

Therefore, from top to bottom in the entire company, no matter in terms of image, temperament, or etiquette, you are the best candidate. If you want, you can definitely leave a good impression on His Highness the Son of God as soon as you come into contact with him. "

Watson went through the looks and habits of these colleagues in his mind, and found that he could not refute them.

"Okay, but why should I contact His Highness the Holy Son? How should I contact him? I don't even know how old he is, where he lives, when he came, what he looks like, and what his name is."

"There will be many people above to help you solve these problems. As long as a little bit of information is found, you will be notified as soon as possible. Of course, if you have your own information channels, you should try to use them as much as possible, and in this task , all your requirements, personnel transfers and expenses will be assisted by the government to the highest standards.

As for why we contacted him, this is an order from above. We have no right to ask. You just need to find him first and wait for further notification. "

In this passage, Watson captured some details very keenly. He squinted and looked at Priest Thompson:

"Please forgive me for being suspicious, but His Highness the Holy Son is not an ordinary person. The content of this mission was obviously carried out without his knowledge, so...are you not afraid of causing misunderstanding or dissatisfaction from the Holy See?"

"Don't worry, it won't."

Watson smiled and leaned back in his chair: "Unless you tell me now who gave the order, I have reason to refuse."

His tone was extremely calm and gentle, but his attitude was very tough.

Priest Thompson frowned, lowered his head, looked at the smooth desk surface and began to think.

He thought for a long time, even longer than when he said the mission just now

Finally, when the sunlight outside the window began to slowly shift and hit his table, the middle-aged priest finally raised his head, looked at Watson and said:

"This task is directly assigned by the Emperor of the Empire."

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