big devil holmes

Chapter 105 The Eve
How Watson found Sherlock, no one knows.

Anyway, at dusk that day, the hungry Sherlock saw him in a restaurant directly opposite the British Library.

At that time, a few middle-aged women who had been at home for several days went out to do some shopping. When they passed by the entrance of the restaurant, they all stopped at the same time, looking inside and pointing at the same time. Sherlock glanced inside curiously. Then I saw the pervert who can drink bad coffee with elegance.

"What? Those two toys finally burped?" Sherlock sat opposite Watson, took a piece of refreshment at the other's table and ate without asking.

"How did you see it?"

"There is no need to 'look' at all, those two guys are not dead, how can you come out for a stroll!?"

Watson sighed: "Is this the image of me in your heart?" But he didn't intend to continue the topic, but put on a rare serious expression:

"Okay, I'm not here to chat with you, but to remind you that trouble is coming. Pope Otida must have remembered that there is someone like you, and..."

"And sent someone to kill me, right?"

Watson frowned handsomely: "You already knew?"

"Of course I know, and even one has been solved."

".!"

"It's just a soldier on vacation who came back from the front line, there's nothing to be nervous about." Sherlock comforted.

Watson continued to be silent for a while, and then said sternly: "Don't be too optimistic, I think you may not understand the seriousness of the matter, the Pope didn't even want to bring this matter to the fore, and he didn't even want to answer it You, he just issued an order to kill you. This order will be spread through various channels, and at the same time, it will be marked with a very attractive price. Anyone who receives it will basically want you life.

And the person I'm talking about is an executive officer of the Judgment Division, and he came directly to White Thorn to look for you this morning.

Although he did not explicitly say that he was going to kill you, but pretended to be a normal test, I could see his real intentions. He wanted to kill you during the test, and by the way, blamed himself for his mistakes, and Padre Thompson's discipline failed.

Hey. I won't talk nonsense about the specific details. In short, you should leave London, change your name and surname and find a place to hide. You can live for a few more years. I still have some money, and I know a few black boats. I'm going home, and I'll give you some routes."

Watson said weakly, the coffee in the cup didn't have any aroma, it was full of unfiltered residue, and seeing Sherlock's leisurely expression eating a butter cake and looking out the window, he couldn't help but slightly angrily said:

"Can't you act panicked? That's an executive."

The voice just fell
"You told the people in the company that someone wanted to kill me?" Sherlock said suddenly.

"Of course not, otherwise you wouldn't be able to leave."

"Then now that I'm gone, won't you be in trouble?"

"It's a bit troublesome, but it won't kill anyone. We haven't known each other for long, but I still don't want to see you being slapped into a paste. As for the others, we should think of a solution."

Sherlock took out a cigarette and was about to light it, but seeing the no-smoking sign on the wall, he said angrily, "Is that executive officer very powerful?"

"You should know it by the title. He can command a group of deacons of the Judgment Division. He must be much stronger than the leader who came back from the front line you met before."

"That makes sense." He nodded, then got up and got up to smoke outside: "Then see you tomorrow."

"What?" Watson even thought he heard it wrong, followed out angrily, and took a cigarette handed over by the other party: "You are really the most conceited person I have ever seen in this world, I know you are a bit Ability, but I repeat, that executive wants to kill you."

"I used to think that I was the most conceited in the world, but after these few days of experience, I found that I can only be ranked second." Sherlock finally took a comfortable puff of the cigarette, and the deadly pungentness felt in his mouth. Swimming in the chest cavity, and then exhaled it all in one breath, forming a cloud of warm smoke in the cold wind.

He thought of that little dwarf who was so arrogant and unreasonable, and by the way, he also thought of the maid beside him, and a sentence that the maid said to him.

'Contractors who want to advance to the next stage can only squeeze out all they can do at this stage; only by reaching the limit first can they break through the limit. '

"You may not believe it when you say it." Sherlock said thoughtfully: "I even think that he came at the right time."

"What do you mean?" Watson said, leaning on the lighter handed over to Sherlock. At some point, he seemed to be influenced by the bastard detective in front of him, and he also got into smoking.

The spiciness stimulated his respiratory tract, which made him a little excited:
"Are you really planning to go to the appointment tomorrow to take that test? Have a fight with an executive officer of the Judgment Division, and then turn into a pool of mud on the training ground?"

"I definitely don't want to turn into mud, but I also don't want to hide everywhere." Sherlock said leisurely: "Also... how could I wait until tomorrow to go to the appointment.

If the executive really wanted to kill me, the moment he crossed the Thames,

The battle between us has already begun. "

At night, Executive Ivnovich sat on a sofa in a luxury hotel, his eyebrows frowned.

he can't sleep
Because there is no calming incense in the room, the pillow is not the purest velvet, the quilt is not soft enough, there will be a carriage passing by outside the window from time to time, there will be a small soft sound in the gas pipe for heating, there are no servants to serve, and no servants from Merty. Fine wine from the tribute from the administrative region of Namibia.

In short, compared with my own house, this place is simply a latrine.

But unfortunately, this is already the most expensive hotel nearby.

He is old, and the long hours of work when he was young brought him serious insomnia, so it was difficult for him to fall asleep in this environment, but when he thought of those imperial citizens who were running around for their lives, they might not even be able to sleep. He couldn't afford to live in such a place, so he could only sigh helplessly.

All right, he always considers himself a very close member of the Holy See, so tonight, let it be considered that he sleeps with the mortals in this city. From a certain point of view, this can be regarded as a pious worship to many believers A kind of gift and feedback.

So, he made up his mind and walked towards the bed that was not too different from the straw mat in his opinion, then he gritted his teeth and lay down on it
The mattress was not soft because the weight of his body slowly sagged, which made his waist uncomfortable.

So he turned over again
All of a sudden, he felt his head hurt, and the muscles all over his body began to feel sore, and his heart seemed to be tightly clenched by something.

This feeling is a bit like the backlash effect that the contracted creature had when he was injured in a mission when he was young.

However, this feeling has not been felt for many years. Ever since he became an executive officer of the Judgment Division, he has rarely had the opportunity to perform a task in person.

Moreover, he did not summon the contracted creature at all, so it is naturally impossible for him to be injured.

"what happened?"

He turned over again, and when he thought about the severe injuries he suffered in those few missions when he was young, he naturally felt that he was still old after all, and those old diseases finally showed some kind of sequelae.

But what can I do, this is not a diocese, and there is no healing solution that can relieve pain to soak in. As an executive officer of the Judgment Division, although he sounds quite prestigious, he is still not qualified to take the initiative to invite that She is a beautiful girl who can heal all injuries, so I can only stand firm.

"Hey"

After a long sigh, he closed his eyes helplessly, trying to force himself to forget the increasingly obvious physical discomfort.

At the same time, I realized even more helplessly that this night must be extremely long
And of course he would not know that just before this difficult tossing and turning, there was a long period of time in a building directly opposite the luxury hotel where he was staying;

A person has been standing quietly in the shadow of a certain floor, only a little scarlet light flashes from time to time, which is a lit cigarette.

And that person's gaze silently crossed the long street, through the window, as if he could take in everything with just a single glance
(End of this chapter)