big devil holmes

Chapter 11 Reasoning should be done after falling asleep

This is a pale world.

In other words, it was a strange white living room.

The area seems to be larger than the place where Sherlock lives at this time. There is a closed door on both sides. There is no furniture, only a tea table, a kitchen on one side, and a few chairs.

Nothing more
At this time, Sherlock was standing in this white space, as if a different kind who did not belong to this world suddenly broke in.

Because only he has color.

And only he can move.

As for everything else, it was as if they were welded into this weird white space. Even some extremely thin cobwebs in the corners could not be touched in the slightest, let alone destroyed.

Sherlock didn't know what this place was, and he didn't even know why he appeared here. Anyway, since he was very young, every time he fell asleep, he would wake up in this white room, which lasted for nearly 30 years.

What made him even more depressed was that he was trapped in this small room. The door couldn't be opened, he couldn't get out, the sound couldn't pass through the walls and windows, and maybe even the light couldn't get out of the room, because when he looked at When I was outside the window, I couldn't see anything, but my sight hit the glass on the window, and then was ruthlessly reflected back to the pupil.

Closed, dead silent, with no escape.
Fortunately, in this white room, I will not feel hungry or sleepy, and even after waking up, I will feel that the quality of sleep is good.

After consulting a lot of information, he still had no way of knowing what was going on, so he could only stay there helplessly, and attributed it all to a strange persistent dream up.

But detectives, more or less have an intuition, and Sherlock can feel that this weird dream is definitely not just what it looks like.

One day, it will be different.

But I don't know what this change will be, let alone when that day will come.

After yawning, Sherlock, as usual, sat on a chair and began to think.

First is the first question. That bloody 【YES】

Why write this word down?

According to the most obvious idea, the murderer felt that the word had some meaning to him.

But under what circumstances will [YES] have extraordinary meaning?So that the murderer wants to engrave it on the corpse, but what does the murderer want to express?

The Holy See forbids the release of all information about the family members of the clergy, so Sherlock knows very little about this beautiful deceased. It is more or less difficult to solve the case with only one corpse.

But he didn't panic, just sat quietly, thinking lazily.

after I don't know how long;

Suddenly, a soft noise broke the silence of Baker Street.

In reality, Sherlock slowly opened his eyes.

He turned his head slightly and glanced at the clock on the wall, it was three o'clock in the morning.

Only slept for an hour.
Immediately, he moved his gaze to the door of the room.

"Boom~boom~boom~"

The knock on the door sounded again.

The night was as silent as if he had already died.

"Dong dong dong ~ dong dong dong ~"

Who could be out there?

People like Sherlock undoubtedly don't have many friends. Even if they do, they won't come to visit in the early morning.

Birds of a feather flock together, and most of the people who can become friends with him are not good-quality guys.

Also you can't expect a Corruption Hound to politely knock on your door before gnawing open your cap.

So. Could it be the client who is in trouble?

The possibility is very high. These days, private detectives can do everything, from helping people hunt down murderers and seeking revenge, to looking for cats and dogs in the streets and alleys, anyway, as long as they give money.

"Please wait."

Sherlock got up, sorted out the wrinkled clothes, and after confirming that there was not much blood smell remaining on them, he came to the door and opened it.

"Squeak--"

The night wind passed through the long and narrow stairs, and sneaked into the hut through the opening of the door, bringing some coldness. Sherlock looked at the tall silhouette outside the door in surprise, and hesitated for a while:
"Your Excellency Bader, why are you here?"

Still with an expressionless and indifferent face, and still that extremely oppressive silence, a deacon of the adjudication department just stood outside the door of a detective agency in the lower city, looking extraordinarily weird.

I don't know why, but at this moment, he seems to be a lot bigger than he was a few hours ago. His muscular body and thick robe make his cross-section extremely exaggerated, almost covering the entire aisle. Full.

"You——" Badr looked straight into Sherlock's eyes and said, "You need help."

"Help?" Sherlock was taken aback.

Then he seemed to realize that it was a bit too impolite and a bit too weird for a clergyman of the church to stand at the door in the middle of the night, so he stepped aside and made a gesture of 'please come in'.

Badr lowered his head slightly, afraid of bumping into the door frame, and walked into Sherlock's apartment.

As a deacon, he certainly would not have the slightest financial concerns, and the residences provided by the Holy See for clergy must be no worse than those of nobles. Comfort, spaciousness, and solemnity are the basic conditions.

So this low-cost apartment must be narrow and cramped for him.

Fortunately, Deacon Badr didn't show any discomfort. Like a machine without the concept of enjoyment, he sat directly on another dilapidated sofa near the bookshelf, facing the sofa that Sherlock often sat on. Like the clients who are usually defeated by the hard life.

"I love Karin." He said slowly, "I hope you can find the murderer as quickly as possible."

Sherlock glanced at the blood-red notice on the opponent's chest, and he didn't panic like other civilians when they saw the priests of the Holy See, and he didn't lower his head in a pious and humble way, but just sat on his exclusive red leather seat , a very habitual fingertip touch.

Perhaps detectives all have such a habit of thinking that as long as they walk into their office, even if the other party is a ruling deacon, they are still a customer, a poor person who is in trouble and needs help.

"You should know that it is already very difficult to get this done within the original time frame," he said.

"That's why I'm here. You need help." Deacon Bald said, "The family information of the clergy of the Holy See is kept confidential. This was originally to protect their safety, but now, releasing Karin's information should make the case clearer." Go ahead quickly."

His tone still didn't fluctuate, but Sherlock seemed to be able to see that there was sadness and unwillingness under that body, and the hidden deep emotions were constantly pouring and boiling.

This is what a widow should look like.

(End of this chapter)