big devil holmes

Chapter 214 Two Letters

Watson moved the scalpel to his eyes, and there was an undiscolored area inside the slightly reddened handle. It was obvious that the material of that piece was different from the material of the knife itself.

"." Watson was silent. Of course he knew that an ordinary scalpel would not have such a complicated design.For a moment, many thoughts flashed through my mind, and finally I only thought of the most reasonable explanation, that is...that old drunkard hid something in this knife.

So, he got up slowly and walked out of the infirmary.

People in the factory area are still busy, and those broken facilities are being repaired at an alarming speed. It seems that after tonight, they can return to normal. People can't help but sigh that the efficiency of these scientific researchers has really reached an incredible level .

Walking through the aisles and facilities of the factory building, many people saw Watson, stopped their movements, and cast quick glances at him. Naturally, Watson responded politely. Just like that, he walked all the way to an open room In the tool compartment, grab a hand saw.
"Stab! Stab!"

The sound of sharp metal friction began to sound.

That old beggar might have been a really powerful person, but Watson didn't have any respect for him. After all, he was shameless when he lied to himself when he was drinking, and when he pretended to be confused.

Therefore, this so-called "parting gift" left to me, I saw it as soon as I saw it, and I didn't feel bad at all.

What's more, Watson still complained a little, thinking that the old guy had better leave something else for himself, otherwise it's fine, otherwise it can't do anything, after all, the other party is shameless.

The ear-piercing sound lasted for about 1 minute, and the scalpel was sawed off.

As imagined, there is indeed something hidden in the central area of ​​the handle. It is a small tube made of black metal. After twisting it from the middle, a small rolled-up note falls down.

Watson picked it up and opened it. Immediately afterwards, a string of extremely scribbled but unusually sharp characters appeared in front of his eyes, and one could tell at a glance that the person who wrote these words was the old beggar, because the first line above yes:

【Hello, Mr. Hoss】

Watson couldn't help but wryly smiled, wondering when this old guy would be able to call his name correctly once.

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[When you read this letter, we should have been separated for a long time.

I know you miss me very much, but people are different, please don't miss me all the time.

In the previous divination, I said that you can change the world in the future, but you didn't seem to believe it at the time.

This is normal. After all, you are just a doctor. From various perspectives, there should be no way to do anything for this world.
This world is unfair, but in some things, it is absolutely fair.

For example, everyone has only one life.

I know you like fairness, in fact I like it too, or rather, I like the absolute concept of death, death means nothing, in other words, killing people is actually the fastest way to change the world.

I also like beautiful things, autumn nights, golden wheat fields, sunflowers facing the sun, irises, a family sitting by the gas lamp at night eating baked potatoes.

We like the same things, as I said, you are very similar to me when I was young.

Oh, I'm digressing a bit.

As for this scalpel, it must have been broken during use. I hope you didn't saw it. I bought this one after selling wine bottles for three days.

Anyway, I left you with a gun.

It's a pretty good gun, easy to carry and easy to reload, but it's been a few years. I've stored it in the underground storage of the Bank of London, and the password is [starry sky].

Well, that's it, hopefully we'll never see each other again.

------Vincent】

Watson looked at the letter and sighed again, why does this old guy who lost half of his face always like to communicate with himself by writing letters?

Moreover, why did he take the trouble to hide that letter in the handle of the knife instead of telling himself directly?
Well, he didn't want to speculate on the other party's way of thinking, but he was a little concerned about the underground storage of the Bank of London where the gun was stored.

It's probably the most secure place in London, and the cost of storing things there is not a small amount.

Was this old guy once very rich?
His eyes fell on the name [Vincent] at the end of the letter, and he couldn't help but smile helplessly. It turned out that the other party was unwilling to tell him his full name at the end.

At dusk, the dense fog around London's urban area became more serious, making the whole world seem to be bathed in a golden light with extremely low visibility. A carriage drove through the golden fog without any signs or signs. There was no advance notice, so before entering the factory area, he was stopped by security personnel patrolling around.

There were no passengers in the carriage, only the driver. Seeing that someone stopped him, he had no intention of going any further, but just took out a letter and handed it to the person in front of him.

"Give it to Mr. Sherlock Holmes."

From the beginning to the end, he left such a sentence. Seeing that the security guard took the letter away, he directly drove the carriage around and disappeared into the fog again.
The security personnel looked at each other, not only because the driver came and went in a hurry, but also because the location of this factory area was extremely secret, and it was impossible for ordinary people to know about it.

Therefore, the person served by this coachman must be an important person with an unusual status who is qualified to know this place.

Looking at the envelope again, the paper is fine, white, very flexible, and may even have a waterproof function. This kind of paper is expensive, and only high-status people may use it.And the handwriting of "——To Sherlock" above looks very delicate, and there is a faint fragrance in the ink, which is undoubtedly from the hand of a certain lady.

The security guard didn't dare to delay any longer. Although he didn't know who this Sherlock was, he knew that he must be a powerful guy just by looking at his posture. With admiration and envy, he trotted into the factory area.

In the rest room of the factory, because some facilities need to be rebuilt, it seems that work cannot be started today. Sherlock has a rare time to rest. Watson seems to have been injured in the riot just now, but he was After scratching it, he went to find a needle and sew a few times by himself, and he didn't need to worry about it.

"Boom~dong~dong~" Several knocks on the door sounded.

Sherlock walked over and opened the door, and saw a patrol outside with a letter in his hand.

"For me?" He asked slightly puzzled.

"Yes, sir." The man looked at the man in front of him in surprise, and recognized that he was the one who defended the entire factory area by himself today. He couldn't help respecting him more, and at the same time felt that such a man People are indeed worthy of the admiration of a noble lady, so they leaned slightly and handed over the letter with both hands.

Sherlock took the letter, rubbing the texture of the paper with his fingers.
In his impression, this kind of paper is terribly expensive, and you can’t buy it if you want to buy it. You have only seen it a few times when you went to Moriarty’s small villa before, and it seems to be specially provided by the Holy See. products.

So... that kid wrote me a letter?
But after turning the envelope over and seeing the writing on it, he realized that it didn't seem to be from Moriarty.

And the handwriting is so familiar.

Open the envelope, pull out the letter paper inside, and look at the few short words above:
【haven't seen you for a long time.

It looks like you rented out my room to someone else.

But that person seems to like cleaning the house more than I do, and the room is very clean, so I don't care about it.

I'm leaving tonight. Before I leave, I want to see you.

I hope you can come here as soon as possible. 】

(End of this chapter)