I weave fate in parallel time and space

Ever since Quetzal left here, there has been a rare heavy rain in the imperial capital. The city is filled with fog and heavy humidity.

When Xia Ya was walking on the street, the city was still sleeping in the mist and dew. The street lights on the street vaguely depicted the street scene in the fog, like an ink painting.

In fact, the imperial capital should not be called the imperial capital.Because since Arthur died, Britannia has no emperor, and now the city's real name should be called Pendragon.

It was named after the original emperor.

This centuries-old city has witnessed the rise and decline of dynasties.As spring goes and autumn comes, the world has changed. Over the past hundreds of years, all kinds of people have changed, but what remains unchanged is the city's carefully preserved culture and history.

Although Britannia's history is not as rich as Beichen's.But this scene where Eastern and Western cultures meet has a unique visual impact.

Xia walked through this street, walked through an arch, walked towards Beizhou Street in the mist, and finally entered a garden.

This is a garden near the location of the tavern in the imperial capital. It was built about 30 years ago and is very popular among the elderly here.

When entering this garden, Char's appearance changed a lot. His magic robe turned into a suit, and his white hair turned into black and was combed back into a greased head.

Destiny is changeable, and no one knows in what form it will appear in front of you.

Maybe it was just a stranger passing by, or maybe it was just an ordinary hello, an inadvertent coincidence.The gears of fate are turning quietly.

And today, Chara plans to personally become the hub of turning gears...

He walked slowly along the bluestone path in the garden, along the pool in the garden, and then focused his attention on the public seats at the edge of the path.

Sitting there was a middle-aged man in his 30s or [-]s. He looked very haggard, with slightly red hair and beard. He seemed to have Celtic ancestry, but not much.

"Are you all right?"

The man raised his head slightly and looked at the strange man in front of him. He recalled it for a moment, and then asked doubtfully.

"Do I know you?"

"I just think your condition doesn't seem right." Xia Ya said with a smile, "Your face is sallow and you are as thin as a reed."

"I just came down from the battlefield of Hariniya," the man said.

Although the world war has stopped for a long time, there are still some small frictions in this era, but most of them are proxy wars to compete for regional interests.

And now, this man is one of those who came down from the battlefield.

"I was seriously injured and it didn't take long for me to recover." He pointed to the crutch placed on one side, "You can tell by looking at this crutch."

"War is like this. Regardless of victory or defeat, it is a sin piled up by many pains." Xiaya said.

The man nodded, "What you said makes sense."

"What are your plans now?" Xia Ya asked.

"Find a place to live first," he said. "I want to rent a reasonably priced but comfortable house, but I don't know if it's easy to find it in the imperial capital. If it doesn't work, I'll probably have to move out of here."

Xia raised his eyebrows and muttered in surprise, "You are the second person to say this to me today."

"Who's the second one?" he asked.

"A man who works in a hospital laboratory was lamenting this morning that he had found several nice houses, but unfortunately his wallet was not thick enough and he could not find anyone to share the apartment with."

The man's eyes lit up and he stood up quickly, "Am I just right?"

Xia Ya's eyelids closed, "I haven't asked you what your name is yet?"

"Watson," said Watson. "John Watson."

"Have you heard of the name Sherlock Holmes?" Char asked.

Watson thought for a moment in confusion, then shook his head, "What's wrong with him? Is he annoying?"

"It's not like he's annoying, but he's a bit weird and obsessed with scientific research."

"I guess he's studying medicine, right?" he asked.

"No, but he is indeed proficient in anatomy and is a first-class pharmacist. However, he has never studied medicine systematically. What he studied is very complicated and partial."

"Have you never asked him what he does?" Watson asked again.

"Actually, I'm not very familiar with him. I just bumped into him occasionally. And he's not the kind of person who can trick you out easily. In fact, he'll even tell you your details very clearly. He's very good at it. Be good at this.”

Xia Ya could clearly see a look of interest on Watson's face.

"Then I'll have to spend some time with him."

"I actually just want to find someone who is studious and quiet. I'm not in good health and can't stand the noise and excitement. I've had enough on the battlefield."

"He should be in the laboratory now." Xia Ya whispered softly, "Follow me."

On the way to the laboratory, Xia Ya told Watson the details of the co-tenant.

"Don't blame me if you don't get along well." Xia Ya said.

"It's not difficult to separate if you can't get along," Watson said.

While they were talking about this, they walked into a narrow alley, passed through a small side door, and came to the wing of a large hospital.Charia was very familiar with this place, so she stepped onto the cold stairs and walked through a long corridor without anyone leading them.The two sides of the corridor were painted white, and there were several small brown doors on it.At the end of the corridor there is a low arched passage leading to the laboratory.

When they were standing in the corridor, they could hear a fierce snapping sound coming from the laboratory, and in Watson's mind, there was a scene of a figure whipping someone with a whip. "Like I said." Char continued, "This man is a bit too scientific. He often whips corpses in the autopsy room."

"Whip the corpse!" Watson frowned, "Why would he do that?"

"To prove what kind of scars can be caused after death."

Watson frowned, but still slowly followed Xia Ya in, and they entered the laboratory.

Bottles were placed everywhere in the pure white room, and several large low tables were placed in various directions, with some distilling bottles, test tubes and alcohol lamps shining with blue flames on them.

There was only one person in the room, and he was working hard at a table in the back. When he saw them arriving, he raised his head and glanced at them.

He is very tall, probably over 1.8 and a half meters tall. His hair is naturally curly and his face is relatively long.

"Do you have a pager?" he said.

Watson took out a pager from his trouser pocket and handed it to him.

And he quickly stepped forward and took the pager from Watson's hand, but asked while typing.

“Barema or Hariniya?”

Watson was stunned, "What?"

He turned to look at Watson, "Which country, Hariniya or Barema?"

"Hariniya." Watson replied subconsciously, but then he asked doubtfully, "How do you know?"

"Want coffee?"

Sherlock walked slowly to the coffee machine on the side and poured himself a cup of coffee.

"No need," said Watson.

"What do you think of the strong smell of tobacco?" Sherlock asked.

He spoke very quickly, and the rhythm of the conversation was very fast. Watson obviously couldn't keep up, and said in confusion, "What?"

Still, he replied, "I can smoke some myself."

"I often play around with chemicals and occasionally do some experiments. Do you mind?"

After a pause, he thought for a moment, "Let me think about my shortcomings. Sometimes I don't speak for a few days. Do you mind?"

He looked at Watson, "If two people are roommates, it's best to understand each other's worst habits first."

Watson looked at Xia Ya, "Have you told him about me in advance?"

Xia raised his eyebrows and shook his head.

"Who said anything about roommates?" Watson became even more confused.

"I told him." Sherlock walked to the side and picked up a coat, "I told him yesterday that it was difficult for me to find a roommate. Early this morning, he brought you here, and he also Apparently served in Hariniya, it's not hard to guess."

"How do you know about Hariniya?"

"I found a good place in the middle of Baker Street. The rent is very cheap and the two of us can just afford it." Sherlock obviously had no intention of answering this question. "We will meet there at noon tomorrow."

With that said, he was about to turn around and leave.

But Watson stopped him, "Is that it?"

Sherlock turned his head and looked at him doubtfully, "What's wrong?"

"We haven't gotten to know each other, we haven't made an appointment, and we don't know what the other person is like. Are we going to look for a house together like this?" Watson said.

Sherlock stared at him quietly and said in a very fast tone.

"I know that you are a military doctor who has just been sent back from Hariniya. You have a brother who cares about you very much, but you are not willing to ask him for help. You can't stand him, maybe because of his alcoholism, and even more It's possible that he just abandoned his wife, and I also know that your physical therapist thinks your lameness is a mental illness, and I'm afraid it is.

That's enough, isn't it? "

After saying all this, he turned around and left here, but when he opened the door, he looked at him and said.

"My name is Sherlock Holmes, and my address is 221b Baker Street."

With a snap, the door closed directly, and for a moment, the laboratory was silent.

Watson turned to look at Xia Ya, "How on earth does he know this?"

Xia Ya showed a mysterious smile and said, "This is his magic. Many people want to know why he can predict things like a god."

Watson stared silently at the door Sherlock left without saying a word.

At this moment, an inexplicable curiosity gradually enveloped him.

He was extremely eager to uncover the mystery of this man.

After thanking his friend for the lead, he walked away from here and walked to the hotel... (End of Chapter)