big devil holmes

Chapter 107 I Heard You Want to Kill Me

9 o'clock in the morning.

I don't know if it's because of the day of holy love, the weather in these few days is exceptionally sunny, and London, which doesn't see much sunshine all year round, also shows some beautiful scenery after snow.

The expensive carriage walked slowly on the slightly bustling streets, and the wheels inlaid with silver carvings could not drive over the snow faster than ordinary wheels, so the few young family members following the carriage only needed to Pick up the pace a little and you'll be able to keep up.

Soon, the White Briar Security Company arrived. Executive Officer Ivnovich got out of the car and told the driver to just wait here, and he would come out in about half an hour.

Then, he took out a handkerchief, wiped his nose, and found that there was no blood, and then walked into the gate of White Briar in a somewhat gloomy manner.
Last night, he didn't sleep well.

Even up to this moment, he has been feeling very unwell, and he has had several nosebleeds during the period.But I don't know what happened, I just faintly feel that my body is suffering some kind of terrible injury, but these injuries are isolated in another world by something, and there is no way to truly show it for the time being .

Well, he knew it sounded hard to understand, but there was no better way to express this feeling, all he wanted to do now was kill someone and get back to the hotel to rest.

Pushing open the white thorn door, the executive officer came to the meeting room with several of his family members, and found that people had been waiting here for a long time, which made him very satisfied.

"Very well, since everyone is ready, don't waste time." He said, and then glanced at everyone present: "Which of you is... that what... Sherlock?"

No one responded, the silence lasted about 1 second, and then Reverend Thompson came out.

"On behalf of all the staff of the White Briar Security Company, I offer my sincerest apologies. The person you selected did not come."

Executive Ivnovich did not speak, but frowned.

"Yesterday, I sent someone to notify him, but he seems to have moved away from his original residence, and his landlord is not at home, so we can't know his whereabouts
But besides this one, all the others of Whitebrier are there, so you can choose any one of us."

said the Reverend Thompson, bowing his head slightly, in the most obvious apology.

But before he could finish speaking, his words were interrupted.
"Are you making decisions for me?" Executive Ivnovich's voice was not loud, but it was piercingly cold.

The institution of the Judgment Division is the most concentrated expression of the Holy See's bloody methods within the empire, and as an executive officer, under the baptism of the years, his killing intent will not be washed away by the gentleness of his age, but instead Wrapped layer by layer, the brewing becomes more and more viscous.

So at this moment, Miss Mary, who was an ordinary person, couldn't hold on almost instantly, and fell to the ground with a plop, trembling.

"I said, I want that person to come to see me today, don't be late!"

"But." Priest Thompson was the closest to him, so he felt the strongest pressure. Fortunately, he had reached the peak of the first stage, so he could still maintain an unshakable tone: "But that detective is just a person who has just been canonized." The newcomers whose ceremony is less than three months old, do you test them with some."

His tone gradually became hard.

Priest Thompson knew that what he said next was undoubtedly the greatest disrespect to his boss, and even contained some condemnation and a questioning tone.He is an extremely devout believer. Since he became an apprentice in a monastery, he has never stopped praying for even a day. He has no wife, children, or family. All his beliefs are devoted to the Holy See, and he even failed He once had a kind girl, but he never regretted it, even in the most quiet time alone at night, he never had a single bit of blasphemy against the Holy See!
He thought he would never say such a thing.

However, he inexplicably remembered that at the funeral a few days ago, the five-year-old child hugged his mother and checked again and again whether his father would wake up from this deep sleep as long as he grew up.

"Lampard's death has nothing to do with lack of training. You should be able to see that the people in this room are all well-trained. Therefore, you specified that a new contractor should be tested, right? With Some private thoughts in it?!"

he said softly.

The room fell into absolute silence, like a loud noise that deprived everyone of their hearing.

I don't know how long it took.
"Ah---"

Executive Ivnovich smiled softly:
"What a bunch of ignorant and ridiculous people."

He didn't say anything more, because there was no point anymore, he turned around and walked towards the white thorn gate.

His dependents followed behind one after another, the sun flower pendant in his hand was shaking in a panic, and the prayers he recited became less orderly.

Everyone knows how much it will cost to contradict a senior official of the Holy See, especially an official who belongs to the Judgment Department. As long as this adult walks out of that door, then the piety of Priest Thompson's life will come to naught, even He will be severely punished for this, and even the entire Whitethorn Security Company may usher in a big change.

But no one dared to step forward to stop
Can't stop it even if you want to?

He could only watch the man walk through the corridor with his family members and come to the gate.
With a "creak", the door was opened, and sunlight, cold wind, and noise all rushed in at the same time.

Executive Ivnovich was taken aback.
He looked at the young man who was about to open the door to come in, and Sherlock also looked at the executive who was about to go out.

The eyes of the two met for an instant.
"Oh, hello, you must be Your Excellency Ivanovich." Sherlock smiled.

In his smile, there was exhaustion that had reached the extreme, the neckline could vaguely see blue and black blood vessels convulsing in pain, his hands were trembling, his face was pale, and there was no trace of blood on his lips.

No one knows what this guy went through last night, but it can be seen that he is suffering some kind of great pain.

But at the same time, his smile is so hearty and dripping, it always seems that there are nebula turning in his sleepless eyes.

"I'm really sorry, I almost fell asleep last night, so I came a little late today."

While speaking, he glanced inside the inner door, and his eyes swept over the vertical clock in the corridor.

"I don't seem to be late, the time is just right. I heard that you want to kill me, so please come in quickly."

　The next chapter is blocked, please be safe and calm, I will go to the reviewer's house

　　
　
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