big devil holmes

Chapter 174 Better not let him know.

In the early morning, the sunlight is like countless invisible tiny tentacles, spreading out from the huge distant stars and covering the entire long street.

The old villa on the side of the road greeted the first ray of light as always. The golden lines passed through the window, spread over the table, and finally climbed up the cheek of the woman beside the table, until the pupils reacted to the light. After shrinking slightly, Catherine finally came back to her senses suddenly, looked around again, and found that it was already dawn.

The food in front of her had already been taken away, but she didn't know when it was taken away. The old butler was busy cleaning the villa and supervising the servants to prepare breakfast. Naturally, he couldn't stay with the lady in a daze at the table all the time. In the living room, there was only Catherine, who just sat there all night.

Maybe it was the long wait of several hours that put her in a state of chaos, maybe it was in her heart that she also felt that her persistence was so unrealistic.

She didn't stand up immediately, because she found that she was a little afraid to face this moment.

Everything, it's over.
Sherlock said he wanted to sleep, and then he went to sleep, he said don't disturb him, then no one disturbed him, now the night passed, and it was dawn, and he sat in the long hall all the time, knowing clearly that that The man did not leave the room all night.

She lowered her eyes silently, as if recalling her struggles in the past few months, it was like a joke.

Gradually, the smell in the kitchen wafted out. It should be her favorite green beans paired with some white porridge. It was light and light, but this smell made Catherine's stomach churn. Fortunately, she finally got up, and then Walked up the stairs exhausted.

Before coming to Sherlock's room, she hesitated for a moment, not knowing how to face the other party. At the same time, she was still a little confused thinking about what to do next.

Should I first apologize to everyone and admit how stupid my ridiculous behavior during this period is, or first announce the news of my father's death, and then write some speeches when the new dean takes office.

She didn't know, she just felt that all these things were like sadness after an inevitable disaster. Catherine didn't even have this kind of emotion after learning the news of her father's death, but now, she wanted to cry.

The last time I cried, it seemed to be on my 7th birthday. My father said that he would take me to the amusement park. I picked out a skirt in front of the mirror all night. When I woke up the next day, I found that my father had already gone to the experiment. room.

But it doesn't matter anymore
Catherine knocked on the door before her,

dong dong dong~
no respond.

So Catherine twisted the doorknob, and with a click, the door swung open, and it didn't look like the slovenly guy was in the habit of locking doors.

Then she slowly opened the door, and some sunlight shone on the carpet, warming the patterns on it.Moving up the line of sight, I saw the mottled walls, some old clothes hangers, and bright windows
And in the next moment, Catherine's eyes suddenly widened, as if she saw a closed valley suddenly opened, and the endless wind blew in madly, impacting her sight, sweeping along the somewhat moist eyes, Smash those pretentious sorrows in an instant.

what did she see?
a machine!The machine was so huge that it reached the ceiling. The huge volume made it impossible for the entire room to fit. The bed was crushed, the cabinet was crushed, and a big hole was pulled out of one wall, allowing the machine to extend into the next room. , otherwise it would not be able to fit at all. Some messy gravels were scattered on the floor, setting off the dazzling parts and lines, and the pipes were all over the body, showing the extremely complex beauty.

The soul visual device is actually in the bedroom on the second floor of his villa? ?
Catherine couldn't imagine what kind of picture it was like, so she could only stand at the door and watch stupidly. Judging from the size of this machine, it was absolutely impossible to move it into this room. Moreover, the entire wall was covered with It has been broken, but I have never heard a sound.

This thing, just like despising everyone's reason, appeared here majestically!

And in the corner beside the bed, on a red sofa chair, Sherlock was lying in a sleepless state, with his head tilted to one side weakly, and there were even traces of saliva around his mouth.

It may be that Catherine made some noise when she pushed the door, Sherlock shivered and woke up.

Just like moving the chair last time, after letting the distorted sun move the big machine, he seemed so tired, so he fell into a deep sleep as soon as he landed. Now when he opened his eyes, he saw that his bedroom had turned into a Seeing this, he frowned, and then looked at Catherine, who was like a sculpture at the door:
"Early."

Such a simple greeting made Catherine tremble all over. She slowly turned her head and looked at Sherlock. The moment her eyes met her, Sherlock seemed to feel all the fear and anxiety in his eyes, and there was a bang. It exploded into stars in the black pupils.

Catherine cried without warning, and then threw herself on Sherlock even more without warning. She was a dignified lady of the old dean's family of the School of Life Sciences, a former combat clergyman, and a woman covered in scars. The fighting nun, who didn't make a sound, began to cry at this moment without any image, and the snot was wiped on his clothes. The huge strength in his arms made him a little out of breath for a while.

"thanks, thanks!!"

In that cry, she yelled inarticulately.

Sherlock could only try his best to comfort her, and then secretly pushed her away hard to prevent his ribs from being broken.

"You can get excited here by yourself, and when you're done, find a place to hide this thing." He said, "I have to go."

"Go?" Catherine was taken aback, "Where are you going?"

"Today is the day to exchange clues with the other four selected people, I don't want to be late." Sherlock said.

Catherine suddenly remembered that this link was set by herself, but she was so nervous these two days that she completely forgot, so she let go of Sherlock.As for the weeping with joy and the tough hug just now, Catherine Dao definitely wouldn't be like those real rich young ladies who felt embarrassed after separation.

This kind of grateful hug doesn't have any other color, just like the kind of hug that survived the disaster after she pulled her teammate out of the stomach of a certain demon when she was on a mission.

At least that's what she told herself in her heart.
So she could only forcibly suppress the complicated and surging emotions in her heart, and then looked at Sherlock. She didn't know what her tear-stained eyes looked like now. If her former clergy teammates saw it, I must have thought I was dreaming.

"It's very troublesome to explain this kind of thing."

"of course."

Sherlock walked to the door, put on his windbreaker and hat, and was ready to go out.

Since it is difficult to explain, Catherine will not ask anymore. Although she has too many things to say, too many questions to ask, and too many thanks to express, but she just He deeply kept the shock of this moment in his heart, and then watched the man in front of him walk out the door.

"Oh, that's right." Sherlock turned around suddenly.

"What?" Catherine responded immediately, as if she would listen very carefully to what Sherlock said now.

"If you want to deal with this machine, then you'd better spend a few days with Butler Maude, and don't let him know about it for the time being."

"." Catherine was startled. He didn't know why Sherlock made him do this. Butler Maud watched him grow up, and he has been friends with his father for decades. Why did he carry him behind his back?
but
"it is good!"

She nodded seriously.

(End of this chapter)