Sherlock Holmes

Watson must be a little tired and hallucinating.

He is indeed very busy these days.

Because he is looking for the Holy Son. A guy who doesn't know his appearance, age, height, hobbies, whereabouts, name, or even his gender.

This is simply harder than finding a virgin in a pub alley at ten o'clock at night.

In fact, Watson was originally resistant to this task. Even if this is a step up to the top for a medical officer who retired from the southern battlefield, even if he only needs to provide valuable relevant information or play some memorable role, he will definitely be successful in this life. That's it.

But he was still very resistant.

The reason is simple, because this task is directly ordered by the Emperor.

An old guy in his 80s or 90s, on the eve of the Transposition Ceremony, without any preliminary preparations, wants to cross the Holy See to contact the Holy Son. This thing is wrong no matter how you think about it. Therefore, anyone with some brains should do it. You can smell the conspiracy at the center from the outside of the sweet sugar coating.

In addition, he also became very interested in the old man downstairs.

That guy actually predicted the arrival of the 'Day of Holy Love'.

This led to Watson bringing a bottle of wine almost every night for the past few days to visit the steam boiler shell that could barely be called 'home'.

In the past few days of communication, he once again got his wish and got a 'prophecy' from the other party's mouth.

[Looking for the Holy Son is the beginning of your wonderful life. 】

Watson is very confused!

He was so entangled that he wanted to ask Sherlock for some blues!

Because this old man seems to have an inherent magic power, that is - no matter how you look at it, he is damn unreliable! ! !

No matter from the behavior, tone, small movements, the arrogant and arrogant gestures during the prophecy, and after the prophecy was completed, he held the wine bottle as if he was holding his own daughter, as if he was warning Watson at all times. I am just talking nonsense. Don't believe it.

So Watson has 90% reason to believe that this guy is definitely a drunkard. He can predict the day of holy love, which is a blind cat meeting a dead mouse.

Ever since.

After a brief struggle, he resolutely chose the remaining 10%.

Because that 10% represents a possibility. An opportunity to give this pale life a little color.

He has seen the darkest side of the world, he has seen what the law is in the eyes of some people; he has seen the value of human life; he has seen girls who are diligent and flattering for others' pleasure, only praying for their own The mother is about to die; he has seen a scrawny man fish his child out of a pot at a dinner party with fine wine and fine food; he has seen a girl being forced to disembowel her belly and perform childbirth for noble people; he has seen a baby being written on recipes; he has seen perceptions between humans and animals confused; he has seen

He has seen too many realities that normal people should not see.

When facing this reality, he went from being shocked at first, to angry, to silent, and finally to narrowing his eyes to cover his true gaze.

In short, he really couldn't stay in this kind of day where he had to think twice about killing someone.

"So, my respected Holy Son, where are you hiding?"

He muttered to himself sadly, waved his hand, and stopped a passing carriage.

For the next few days, everything seemed extremely peaceful.

The whole city seemed to be welcoming something, as well-behaved as a child pretending to be.

Until one day, these simple words appeared on the headline of the Holy Journal.

[The Day of Holy Love will be held in about a week]

Just these few words, without any relevant reports, no popular science or story writing, and not even a specific date was written down, just a few thick words occupying a whole page of front page space.

But when this happened, it seemed that the entire empire fell into silence for a few seconds at that moment, and then burst into a huge cheer.

People didn’t even know why they were cheering.

Maybe everyone is glad that they have finally experienced such a festival in their lifetime, maybe it is because the boring and hard life finally has an unusual day, maybe it is because of the ignorant love in the hearts of young and girls, maybe it is because they like to join in the fun, maybe it is because of that day May be on holiday.

In short, people seemed to be inexplicably happy because of this, and more smiles appeared on the faces of passers-by on the streets.

So does Mrs. Hudson.

After a few days of training, she has basically recovered and is even more diligent than before.

Specifically, she began to take the initiative to clean up the house for Sherlock.

Um. Although it's a bit strange, the landlady will go to Sherlock's room to clean up every day or two, flicking off the dust in every corner, picking up the garbage that hasn't been thrown away, and putting it away. The clothes are washed and then dried neatly.

Sherlock was frightened, not only because the landlord actually cleaned his house, but more importantly, what if the other party saw something he shouldn't see, such as some tentacles accidentally peeking through the cracks in the void. The head of a carrion dog that came out, the half finger that fell out of the box, or when you were washing clothes and found that the water became redder with each wash, how should you explain it?

Fortunately, these things did not happen.

In addition, Mrs. Hudson also began to take the initiative to take care of Sherlock's dinner.

Although she didn't say it explicitly, as long as Sherlock was at home, she would 'accidentally' do more. Even sometimes when Sherlock went to the library to read in the morning, she would happen to open the door on the first floor, instead of doing something with a very obvious purpose. They met by chance and took the initiative to hand over some freshly baked bread and jam squeezed out by herself. Once she even got up at 4 o'clock in the morning and laboriously baked a pumpkin pie.

Her explanation for this was that she couldn't sleep and wanted to cook.

Sherlock has no female friends, but he is not stupid. Thinking of the incident where he rescued her from a debt company before, it doesn't take much reasoning ability to come to the conclusion.

This landlord's wife, who is about to turn 20, must have some misunderstandings and feelings for herself.

Sherlock didn't want this good feeling to grow casually, so he was ready to remind Mrs. Hudson, but he didn't know how to say it. Dealing with this kind of thing, he felt, was more troublesome than dealing with a murderer. .

The British Museum.

[Don’t bring food in casually. Even if you bring it in, don’t leave it on the seat. I don’t mind your lover showing concern for you in life, but! This is a place to read! 】

Sherlock looked at the message on the paper and seemed to be able to feel the anger when the other party wrote this text.

I don’t know why, but this guy seems to be talking more recently.

However, it is indeed a bit unethical for me to drop food remnants on the sofa every now and then. After all, there is only one sofa here.

【What? You don’t have a lover, and the landlady got up early in the morning to make you pumpkin pie? 】

[I don’t know your views on love, but I think you are kidding me]