Sherlock Holmes

With a creak, the door opened, and Mrs. Hudson stood behind it.

The moment she saw Sherlock, she seemed to suddenly panic, but she quickly hid her emotions:

"Oh, it's you, what's the matter?"

Naturally, this instantaneous change could not escape Sherlock's eyes, but he did not ask, let alone try to guess the other person's psychology from those eyes.

There is a difference between a desire to explore and a voyeur, especially when it comes to people close to you.

He just smiled and took out the coat in his hand.

"I heard it was very cold this winter. I happened to see this dress in a street window on my way back. I thought it would suit you very well, so..."

He smiled and handed over the clothes.

For some reason, Mrs. Hudson suddenly became confused and subconsciously put her hands behind her back, as if she didn't dare to touch the clothes, but at the same time she raised her head and met Sherlock's eyes for a moment.

It was at this moment that Sherlock clearly noticed some red bloodshot eyes that had not had time to dissipate.

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He hesitated:

"I won't get too involved in your life, but if you need any help, you can come to me. Well, I'm a detective who specializes in helping people solve their problems. Since you are the landlord, I can give you the commission fee. Get a 10% discount.”

It was just a sentence without any sense of humor, but Mrs. Hudson suddenly laughed, the tip of her nose turning red.

"You are the nicest person I have ever met."

"Uh." Sherlock didn't dare to answer this. He looked down at the snow under his feet with some shame, and had to doubt his landlord's vision of people again.

Immediately afterwards

"please forgive me."

The girl inside the door suddenly said such a meaningless sentence, then gritted her teeth and took the coat from Sherlock's hand as if she was facing an extremely difficult decision.

"goodbye."

After saying that, she closed the door.

Sherlock was left outside, looking at the closed door, his eyebrows frowning more and more.

For the next few days, everything seemed to be business as usual.

The only difference was that the landlady no longer helped Sherlock clean the room, nor prepared any food for him, nor invited him to her home for dinner.

It can be felt that she is beginning to distance herself from herself intentionally or unintentionally.

In the words of the pen pal, this means that the other party understands his intentions and no longer pesters her. But as a woman, after being rejected, she will definitely have some small psychological grudges, but there is no need to worry, time will dilute all emotions.

Theoretically speaking, this is indeed the case.

But Sherlock could clearly feel that this matter was more complicated than imagined, because Mrs. Hudson's eyes at that moment contained so many complex emotions that Sherlock could not distinguish them. What exactly happened, we can only be sure that the kind girl must be going through an extremely cruel struggle in her heart.

And, no one can help her.

"Because of the strong cold air from the north, London will experience the coldest snowstorm in 15 years in the next 72 hours!"

On the radio, the announcer's voice was as cheerful as ever, as if what he was saying was something worth being happy about.

Moreover, the wind had been blowing all day long, and the heavy snow was flying like tiny blades. Everyone knew that a snowstorm was coming, which made the voice on the radio sound like a fart coming from a loudspeaker.

Sherlock's reading of "The Divine Comedy" has basically been completed. After this period of time, his expansion speed in hell has increased incredibly.

When he went to bed last night, he took stock of the general situation.

His territory has reached two-thirds of the lower city, and there is a faint tendency to cross the Thames River. The number of contracted demons under his hands has reached 35, and they have been evenly distributed to various areas of the lower city.

If he wanted to, he could now quickly summon an enslaved demon from a distance of more than 20 kilometers and attack a person silently.

And there is absolutely no way that anyone would doubt him and would only think that this was an unlucky demon attack.

At the same time, while wandering around hell, he discovered the characteristics of another contracted devil.

That is, in most cases, demons will follow their masters, even if they exist in different planes.

Of course, if the contractor takes a high-speed steam train and travels thousands of kilometers, the contract demon will definitely not be able to keep up, but as long as its owner summons it to the real world, and then opens the void rift to let it return Hell, then this demon can be made to cross thousands of kilometers at once and come to the hell level not far from him.

So if you send a group of tentacles to entangle a contracted demon, what will happen when its owner summons it?

Will he be dragged out and unable to get out?

Then if you have no conscience, you can find a random demon in hell and kill it.

Will its contractors also suffer backlash in another dimension?

Otherwise, give it a try next time?

Sherlock still has many things waiting to be verified, and this behavior of exploring the rules of unknown areas makes him very useful.

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Isn't this all a little too smooth?

According to the law of conservation of luck, if everything seems to be going smoothly, it means that something very unlucky is waiting ahead.

So, when Sherlock finally returned to his rental house despite the increasingly heavy wind and snow.

He looked at the landlady standing outside the door in confusion.

You can tell from the falling snow on her body and the red cheeks blown by the wind that she has been standing here for a long time.

"What's wrong? You don't have the key?"

Sherlock walked over and asked with some confusion, and then his eyes fell on several large boxes behind him.

That's his own suitcase.

"I have packed the gift for you. Your clothes and daily necessities are still intact. I have put the refunded rent and liquidated damages in the gift." Mrs. Hudson said, her tone was very calm, but she still refused. Dare to look Sherlock in the eye.

"Well, I don't quite understand what you mean."

"What's not clear about this!" Her tone was very strong, and her tone of voice was raised unconsciously.

"From today on, this is not your home!" At this point, Mrs. Hudson's throat seemed to suddenly choke. She took a deep breath before finally continuing to speak loudly:

"You!. were kicked out!"