big devil holmes

Chapter 135 Respecting Those Dead Souls
The woman behind her stared, her hands folded tightly covering her mouth.

With a superior family background, she has almost lived in a comfort zone since she was a child, and most of the people around her consider themselves gentlemen, and she rarely sees fights.But at this time, the bloody corpse was in front of him, paralyzed in the two-meter-high steam armor, because without the support of muscles, his head was almost folded in half with his chest!Such a horrifying scene made her fight so hard not to scream.

Watson didn't talk to Sherlock immediately, but first comforted the lady behind him, and then turned around and said, "Why did you come?"

"what?"

"The last time someone troubled you, I told you as quickly as possible. Look at it now, I have been hunted down for a whole day. If it wasn't for this beautiful lady, I would probably be dead."

"You didn't notify me." Sherlock spread his hands: "I'm in the hospital, how could I know that someone is trying to kill you?"

"Aren't you a detective? You can't judge that my life is in danger just by smelling the smell of the wind blowing more than ten kilometers away?"

Sherlock squinted his eyes: "Holy Light may not even do what you said."

Watson ignored Sherlock's explanation, but turned around, and bowed slightly to the woman gratefully: "I would like to express my most sincere thanks to you again, you saved me, but please forgive me, I can't invite you It's time for dinner, I have to go."

Under the dim streetlights, Watson's overly beautiful face and the bloody scene behind him made a shocking scene. The woman's heart was beating wildly with fright. She didn't know what to respond to. I have completely broken away from my previous life, and can only look at the other party in fear.

Therefore, the man in front of him was about to leave, and he just met by chance and passed by.

"My name is Jasmine!" The woman suddenly said to the leaving figure, "Jasmine Morstan!"

Watson turned around, took off his hat very gracefully, revealing his beautiful blond hair, then put the hat on his left chest, and saluted straightly: "John Watson remembers your help."

Then, it disappeared into the night.

In an unassuming tavern in Uptown.

There is no melodious music here, and no brighter gas lamps with lenses attached. There are only clean tables and chairs, and the red wine on the wine rack that has not been opened for several years.

This kind of tavern is not bad in the lower city, but here, only the down-and-out aristocrats come here often. He still pretends to be a nobleman and cannot afford to go to real high-end restaurants, so he can only come to this kind of tavern that is open all night to get drunk, and brag about his past glory with the same down-and-out people next to him.

Sherlock and Watson sat in an inconspicuous corner, drinking wine that was twice as expensive as the downtown area with some distress.

Fortunately, they can still drink, which means that these two people have escaped from the pursuit of the pursuers for the time being.

"So, you were really involved in that plane crash?" Watson asked thoughtfully, sipping the wine in his glass.

"Yeah, so you should have found out, the whereabouts of that guy, the Son of God, was probably leaked from me, and some people found me in the list of members of the White Thorn, so adhering to Ning Shacuo , the concept of not letting go, these guys are going to kill all the people in the company."

Speaking of this, Watson habitually narrowed his eyes slightly, maybe he didn't realize that there was a slight loneliness between the two gaps.Although he always felt that he didn't get along well with these people in the company, but seeing those people die in a fate that shouldn't belong to them, he still felt a little sad and painful. Of course, more What I want is to be angry at the absurdity and shamelessness of this world.

"So, who the hell planned this murder?" he murmured.

"This is not a small case. Because there are too many people involved, the clues must be divided into thousands of branches. Fortunately, if you grab one and search slowly, you will definitely gain something." Sherlock Smiling, he didn't think it was such an unreasonable thing for several airships to hit his head directly. Instead, he felt relieved that he finally found an interesting case.

"Originally, the direction I expected was to focus on the president of the London Medical Association. I dare to guarantee the semi-permanent housing I just got on Baker Street. This old guy must be one of the leakers of the whereabouts of the Son of God. , and it was the kind of intentional leak, he knew in advance that there would be an airship crashing among the crowd.
But unfortunately, this guy died.

At 11:[-] p.m. two days ago, on the inland route leading to the Cortina administrative district, a body was salvaged, the face was disfigured, and the identity has not been confirmed; but nine out of ten it is the old club He has grown up, and his figure is exactly the same. Although he changed his clothes, he didn't have time to change out his socks and shoes.He should have been preparing to leave on the day of the incident, but he was silenced. By the way, there was a huge sum of [-] pounds in his bank account, and his son owed a lot of gambling money. Debt, someone threatened to chop him up and feed him to pigs"

"Wait!" Watson interrupted Sherlock: "Didn't you say that you have been hospitalized for the past few days, so how do you know these things?"

Sherlock shrugged: "I can't explain it to you, because I don't understand this phenomenon myself, but I can probably be sure that the information is true. It's a bit embarrassing that I can't get a question directly. I can only get countless clues, and then find out some related ones, summarize and reason."

"I hope this is not a sign that you are suffering from some kind of mental illness." Watson looked at the other party suspiciously: "Then what happens next, the president is dead, isn't the clue broken?"

"Of course it hasn't stopped. Two days ago, most of the inland routes to Cortina were ships from the port of Bohemia, and the port of Bohemia... It seems like a coincidence, that The port happens to be in [Cleveland Parish]."

"Cleveland Diocese?" Watson felt that this place sounded familiar.

"It is the area under the jurisdiction of the Pope who wanted to kill me before." Sherlock said: "And as far as I know, after the end of the Day of Love, the Pope did not leave London immediately. None of them left, and all the entourage lived in the Grosvenor House Hotel, which is one of the most expensive hotels in London."

Sherlock took the time to light a cigarette by himself, and then continued:
"This is obviously a problem, because since the assassination of me was unsuccessful, no matter how slow he is, he should be able to feel that there is some relationship between me and the Holy Son, especially when I showed it on the day of holy love. On the one hand, even before that, he could deceive himself and others, but after that day he would definitely panic. Even if he didn't flee London overnight and cry under the quilt, he would definitely try his best to make up for it.

But he didn't do anything. "

Watson thought for a while: "It is indeed very wrong. He dare not go back to his parish for fear of getting involved in some major event. In other words, he is desperately thinking that the Holy Son will definitely die, and even if he will not die, he has no time to go. Regardless of the assassination about you, or because he felt that the assassination failed, so he was afraid of being silenced, so he dared to hide in the hotel anyway, no matter how you look at it, the Pope does know something.

Of course, I'm not a detective, so I don't know if the things you said are reliable or not.

According to my logic, the most direct and effective way to verify whether these assumptions are correct is to ask him in person. "

Sherlock and Watson glanced at each other, and then at the clock on the wall: "The Grosvenor House Hotel is not far from here, if we go after drinking this glass, we should be able to get this done before dawn." matter."

As he spoke, he raised the wine glass in his hand:

"Wish us good luck
"Respect the souls of the dead"

Watson raised his glass and added.

(End of this chapter)