Sherlock Holmes

Mrs. Hudson simply packed up and got ready to go out.

Since she no longer had the debt problem, her quality of life has improved a lot. Even after excluding the targeted donations from the front line and the monthly medical expenses, there is still a lot of savings.

This made her feel more relaxed.

Once the burden of life is lifted, those girlish feelings that have been suppressed for a long time will gradually begin to sprout.

She has been smiling knowingly from time to time lately.

Or inexplicably want to hum some tunes.

Even when I wake up early in the morning to make breakfast, I don’t feel tired at all.

As a woman who was about to turn 20, she certainly knew what this meant, but she never had extravagant expectations. She just quietly enjoyed the sweet and sour taste alone.

Oh, the Day of Holy Love is coming in a few days. Although the specific time is not announced in the newspaper, it is definitely not far away.

So these little girlish thoughts recently may be all due to the arrival of the Day of Holy Love and the atmosphere created by the boys and girls on the streets.

Even the restaurant where I work has launched a couple's set menu for a week.

"Maybe I should ask him to try it. There's even baked snails in the set menu."

She thought as she walked towards the door with a smile.

After opening the door, the cool wind from the street blew against her earlobes, shaking her spirits. Then she realized belatedly that her birthday seemed to be very close to the day of holy love.

Of course, this doesn't mean anything.

Immediately, her eyes turned to the long street, passing through the familiar doorways, the clear and cold sunshine, and the snow, until she came into contact with the large white skirt blooming like a holy flower.

She was stunned

For a moment, she felt that she must not have woken up.

Otherwise, how could it be possible to see so many people kneeling in the long street, how could one see a crystal-carved carriage drawn by white horses heading towards him, how could one of the people stand up in the crowd? The extremely beautiful girl came to him respectfully and softly called herself a saint.

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For the next ten minutes, everything seemed to fall into silence.

I don't know when there were no pedestrians on the street, let alone vehicles. The noise that had been going on for decades was erased in a moment.

Mrs. Hudson remained silent, just standing there blankly.

The kneeling nuns did not make a sound and remained silent.

Not even the horse made a sound.

They seemed to have anticipated such a situation, so they were all cooperating with the luckiest and noblest girl in the world, waiting for her to recover from the shock and welcome her new life.

Finally, after an unknown amount of time passed, her stiff body finally shivered subconsciously due to the cold wind, and Mrs. Hudson finally took a sharp breath, like a drowning person who finally put his head out of the water.

She staggered back and then leaned against the wall, her chest heaving violently.

"Holy Saint?"

This was the first thing she said after going out.

"Yes, Your Excellency." The only beautiful girl standing in front of her had the most sincere smile on her face: "But according to the laws of the Holy See, you still need to marry His Highness the Holy Son and be blessed by the Holy See. Only after being blessed by the great priest of the Light Temple, and under the witness of everyone, can you officially inherit this sacred identity."

Speaking of this, the girl smiled strangely: "However, no one seems to care if I call you this in advance."

Mrs. Hudson leaned against the wall, still looking around blankly.

Fortunately, she has experienced her father's injury, the death of her family, and the uncertainty of her brother's life and death. As a helpless girl in this fucked-up era, relying on her hard life alone, she least wants to learn, but in the end she is the best at it. It is 'acceptance'.

So a few more minutes passed

"Can I ask some questions?"

"Of course, you can know almost everything." The girl replied respectfully.

"Am I really a saint? Didn't you make a mistake?"

"Please believe in us and believe in yourself. The omniscient and omnipotent Holy Light has appointed your noble identity 20 years ago."

When Mrs. Hudson heard this, she felt a little ridiculous. A person's identity was actually determined by the emperor when she was ignorant and couldn't remember.

"I want to marry His Highness the Holy Son?"

"It must be so!" The girl in front of her burst out with an extremely beautiful smile, seeming to be sincerely happy for the girl in front of her: "But I'm sorry, it's not possible now. The meeting with His Highness will be on your birthday, in front of thousands of people. Under the gaze, the moment the sacred man and woman opened the curtain, the look in their eyes when they first met, it was definitely the most beautiful scene in the world."

"What if I refuse?"

"Refuse?" The beautiful girl in front of him hesitated for a moment, but still maintained the most meticulous respect and etiquette, and smiled knowingly: "I can understand your eagerness. The time before meeting His Royal Highness the Holy Son was indeed difficult. But we must always respect the customs established by the Holy See, so please."

"No, I mean" Mrs. Hudson interrupted the other person: "I mean, what if I give up on all this, that is, I think my life is very good now, what if I don't want to be a saint?"

Some snowflakes began to fall. In this city, rain, fog, and snowflakes are all so frequent.

On the long street, everything is so peaceful.

But it was like thunder.

The beautiful girl in front of her seemed to be startled, and her mouth opened slightly in panic. The white horse with such holy and dazzling hair seemed to feel something, and snorted at an inappropriate time.

The cold requires heating, and heating will produce more steam. The cumulus clouds in the sky will become thicker and thicker, turning into larger snowflakes and falling, resulting in even colder temperatures. The survival of human beings will inevitably bring about natural changes. No one I don’t know if this is a good thing, but everyone knows that the snow in London is a perfect vicious circle.

Sherlock walked in the night and snow, and the falling snowflakes passed through the street lights and fell on a cashmere coat in his hand.

The origin of this cashmere coat is very complicated.

First, it was bought by Watson.

Because Sherlock discovered that he could accurately identify the landlady's body shape and every curve to within half a centimeter at a glance, but his memory, reaction, and reasoning abilities could not provide him with a qualified aesthetic.

In desperation, he found Watson and asked him to help him choose a suitable dress.

And Watson certainly lived up to expectations. He seemed to know how to please girls easily. Sherlock once felt that a guy like Watson must be the dream lover of countless girls. If you marry him, your life will definitely be changed. The wonderful experience is full, as long as he doesn't push open the door he has always locked

Oh, the reason why I want to buy Mrs. Hudson a dress is because it is a sign of 'reciprocity'.

"They have done so much for you. If you don't give anything back, it means that you have accepted the other person's overtures."

This theory was put forward by the book friend in the library whom I had never met before.

Sherlock doesn't have many friends, so these days, he can only complain to this 'friend' who he barely has some acquaintance with through messages.

A bachelor, discussing love with someone who has never been in love before.

This thing sounds unreliable at first glance, but fortunately, the book friend has fairly qualified theoretical knowledge.

So the three people were so weird, because of a piece of clothing, the threads of each other's destiny were connected.

After another ten minutes, Sherlock finally returned to Baker Street.

He patted the snow off his shoulders, shook out the not-so-cheap coat seriously, and knocked on the landlady's door.

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