big devil holmes

Chapter 119 A pool of blood at the door of No. 221B
Everyone present was stunned, they didn't even press the shutter at the first time, but they all looked at the girl quietly, wondering if they were in a dream, otherwise, how could they see such a beautiful one person.

After that, the development of the situation went out of control.

Nightingale's appearance appeared on almost all publications in the entire empire overnight!

It stands to reason that the empire has a different region and a large population, so the inherited culture must also be different. Some people like tall people, some people like thin people, and some people like people who are 1.4 meters tall and weigh less than 250 catties. Gotta take a look.

It is impossible to have an objective answer to something like beauty, and everyone has their own set of theories.

But at that moment, people discovered that if the beauty reaches a certain level, then all aesthetics will be unified.

So much so that people just took a look at the photo in the newspaper, and they were extremely hasty, but they firmly believed that this girl was the most beautiful person in the world.

impossible one
The day of holy love is over, and in the early morning, the smell of fireworks can still be smelled in the white snow of winter.

Building 221B, Baker Street, has a breath of life again.

At least there was some frost on the window, which proved that the fireplace had been turned on.

At 10 o'clock in the morning, Sherlock has been sitting in the coffee shop across the street for two hours, and refilled 7 cups of coffee. When refilling the eighth cup, the waiter kindly reminded that drinking too much coffee will hurt your body .

Sherlock didn't know whether the other party felt sorry for the coffee, or he was afraid that he would suffer a cardiac arrest and die in the store after drinking it. In short, he smiled apologetically, drank three more cups, and left the money for a cup of coffee. He got up and opened the store door.

In the cold wind, he wrapped his coat tightly and seemed to be making some extremely difficult decision. Finally, he gritted his teeth, stomped his feet, walked across the road in front of him and knocked on the door on the first floor of No. 221B.

After a while, the door was finally pushed open.

Mrs. Hudson behind the door did not hide the displeasure on her face at all. She was not even surprised that Sherlock would come, and said straight to the point:
"I know that I have no reason to be angry. You saved me once, and I kicked you out of the room. I should feel guilty because of emotion and reason.

But I'm just mad.

You've always known that little man, why didn't you tell me? ! "

Sherlock grimaced, thinking because you didn't ask.

But he certainly wouldn't be unreasonable to give such an answer at this time, and just wanted to make up one that made sense.

"Because I didn't ask, I know" the landlady actually said it herself: "But you know how much I have struggled in my heart these days, and how many times I have felt guilty over and over again. All of this is a dream, although these are my own problems, although I have caused it myself, but who would have thought that you, a small detective in the lower city, would know the Holy Son of the Holy See?! Who would have thought. Well, sorry , it's cold outside, come in and sit down."

Mrs. Hudson's tone was originally getting faster, more sad, more wronged, almost crying, but in the end, she suddenly seemed to have no strength, and all the complaints turned into an obvious one. apology.

And turned sideways, signaling Sherlock to come in quickly.

The firewood in the fireplace hadn't been burned for a few days and was slightly damp, so it was inevitable that there would be some rattling when it was lit again.

But the man and woman in the house are completely unaffected.

Mrs. Hudson knew that Sherlock had been sitting in the coffee shop across the street all morning. After all, she could see it through the window, so she didn't serve him another coffee, but made a cup of hot milk.

they talked for a long time
Anyway, after the farce at the venue, the running on the roof, and the conversation by the Thames at night, it seems that the two of them have nothing to hide from each other.

That's it. After two full hours, they seem to have finally sorted out the matter.

"Well, although it's still hard to believe, but... I don't seem to have any other choice but to believe." Mrs. Hudson finally sighed, and lowered her head as if resigned to her fate.

Sherlock hesitated for a moment: "So, you are still the saint of the Holy See?"

"Yes." Hudson spread his hands: "The great priest came to me a few days ago and told me. According to him, the saint is the saint, and it doesn't matter whether she marries the son or not. This custom only It's just a custom, and it's completely a bad atmosphere brought up by those groups of people in the early years of the holy calendar. Shengguang never said that the son and the saint are a pair. As for the coronation ceremony of the women, who knew that the saints would throw themselves into their arms one by one."

Sherlock savored the meaning of these words carefully, then leaned closer to the landlady, and whispered: "Why do I feel that the great priest of the Holy Light Temple is a bit out of tune? It's okay to understand."

Mrs. Hudson couldn't comment on a great priest, she just curled her lips, indicating that she thought so too.

After talking here, Sherlock felt that it was almost time.

In fact, how to understand Shengguang's words, how much power the saintess has, and what kind of duties the saintess will hold after being crowned, he is not so concerned about these issues.

Because it is too far away from him.

What he cares about now is
"That. Actually, I want to ask, can I live back? I still have a sofa upstairs. When you kicked me out, you didn't say you would take it with you."

"It looks like you have a deep relationship with that sofa."

"It's not that deep, but it's comfortable to sit on. You know, there's a hole in the middle~" Sherlock measured the meaning of a depression with his hand very solemnly.

"Cut——" Mrs. Hudson turned her head, and then gave Sherlock a blank look: "I will be escorted to the holy city of Jerusalem in a few days, and I must not be able to continue living in this apartment, so You can take care of this house for me for the time being. As for the salary, I don’t have the time to settle it for you, so you can just live here and owe nothing to anyone.”

Sherlock couldn't help but smile when he heard the other party's words.

It seems that the status of the saint did not change the character of the landlady too much.
A few minutes later, Mrs. Hudson handed over the keys to 221B Baker Street to Sherlock. She opened the door and said a simple farewell. Some nuns in white clothes who had been waiting for her in the alley left one after another. He pulled it out, put it on an approaching carriage, and drove away.

Watching the carriage gradually disappear at the corner of the street, Sherlock didn't know whether he should say his luck was good or bad. An ordinary detective actually met the Holy Son and the Holy Maiden.

Moreover, he had a premonition that he and these two friends would meet again soon.

He lowered his head and looked at the key in his hand.
Well, generally speaking, luck is good. At least I have a long-term residence. I can have a place to live in London without paying rent these days. What is there to be dissatisfied with?

He smiled and played with the keys in his hand, wondering when he would bring his luggage back.

Just then, a gust of cold wind blew by.
"Wow!!!"

A pool of blood spurted out from Sherlock's mouth, and splashed on the snow at the door, a large expanse of blood!

Supporting the wall, Sherlock wiped the corner of his mouth with the other hand, looking a little helpless
"It's been so many days, is it still not getting better?"

　The comment system seems to be broken. I went to the reviewer, and the reviewer said that he can’t manage it. I need to find the technical department, but I am not familiar with the technical department, but it’s okay, I will get familiar with it soon...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)