big devil holmes

Chapter 27 Sir? ? ?

Sherlock was just so dazed. He was dragged away
He usually claims that his brain is not too rusty, but at this moment he didn't keep up with his train of thought;

Just being dragged by the hand, he flew forward in a way that seemed clumsy to him.

The girl in front of her had blond hair, which was thin and braided into simple braids, swaying left and right behind her head, and some scattered hair just melted into the dim sunlight.

She was obviously flustered, and she didn't even dare to look back, but she tightly hugged a paper bag with bread and other things in it.

What is this girl doing?
According to normal thinking, it should be that the girl saw Sherlock being followed and felt that he was in danger, so she followed him to help him. Of course Sherlock can understand this.

But what he was puzzled about was that this young girl would actually help a stranger like him?

Are there such idiots in this day and age?

And isn't the way she helped herself a bit too funny? There's no one pretending to be a sheriff while squatting in an alley. Her acting skills are still so bad.

In the end, she was dragging herself to run, just run, didn't she think she could run faster by throwing away the bag of food?Why are you hugging so hard so stingily, the bread will be flattened.
All kinds of behaviors revealed a kind of funny stupidity. Didn't she notice that no one followed?
"Ha ha."

For some reason, Sherlock suddenly felt that he was in a good mood, and laughed softly.

Fortunately, the girl in front didn't hear it, otherwise it would be too rude.

After running like this for about 5 minutes, the girl was already out of breath. Suddenly, a group of people appeared at the corner. For the blessing, some citizens of the empire below put their hands together, closed their eyes and listened quietly.

The girl quickly dragged Sherlock and ran over, squeezing into the crowd: "Quickly close your eyes! Close your eyes!"

She had already pretended to be listening piously.

"Oh, okay." Sherlock smiled, but he didn't pretend to be a believer. Anyway, the other party closed his eyes and couldn't see.

In this way, the two foolishly pretended for 20 minutes, until the sun set slightly to the west again, and the mission was over.
Of course, the praise of the Holy Light can only be carried out under the shining of the sun, which is the most basic attitude.

The believers gradually dispersed, Sherlock poked the girl beside him: "Everyone is gone."

"what?!"

The girl opened her eyes in panic, and saw that the surrounding area was empty, but fortunately, she didn't see the figures of those drunks, so she finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Huh" She stared at Sherlock angrily: "Why are you so careless, those drunks look like dangerous people, don't you have any sense of self-protection?"

It sounds a bit like teaching an innocent student.

"Oh, I..." Sherlock didn't know how to explain it. He couldn't say that he was the most dangerous one, so he took out two apples, a jar of pepper, a brush, and A jar of tooth powder.

"This is.?"

"You threw it off when you were running just now, and I caught it." Sherlock said.

The girl's face turned red, she seemed to be even more angry, and angrily snatched those things and threw them into a paper bag: "Really, remember to be safe next time you go out! Not every time someone will help you!"

After speaking, she turned and prepared to leave.

"Can I know your name?" Sherlock asked after thinking about it.

"Why do you want to know my name?"

"Yes. Thank you for saving me. If I want to go to church to pray for you, I have to tell the nun your name, right?"

The girl was startled, and seemed to let go of her guard after hearing the words 'church' and 'blessing': "Are you a devout believer?"

"……This"

"Haha, I'm sorry, it's really strange for a believer to take the initiative to say that he is pious." She smiled and said, "My full name is Jeanne Leticia Hudson; you can call me Mrs. Hudson ;When I go to church, please help me pray for wealth."

"Oh, okay." Sherlock smiled a little awkwardly.

Because he doesn't seem to know why he needs to know the other person's name, let alone go to church to pray for the other person. In theory, the two of them will never have any intersection.

But it can be seen that this girl named Joan likes money very much. At the same time, she should be married, after all, she specially emphasized the suffix of 'Mrs.'.

Of course, it may also be to avoid male harassment, which was once popular in the Uptown.

In short, the two men and women who met by chance soon separated.

Joan disappeared around the corner of the street, where there were several pet supply stores, maybe she had pets at home.

Sherlock also continued to walk towards his apartment, wanting to confirm whether there was any possibility of continuing to live in the room on the second floor.

But suddenly!

He turned around abruptly, and shot his gaze sharply at the top of a tall building! ! !

The afterglow diffused from the edge of the building, condensing into a piece of golden light, which was a bit dazzling. Sherlock narrowed his eyes and found that there was nothing in the place he was looking at.

After 2 minutes, Sherlock's figure finally disappeared on the side of the street.

A few more minutes passed until the sun faded from the edge of the tall building
On the roof of the building, a space suddenly twisted, like a pool of invisible water waves, and then, a figure quietly appeared.

This person was wearing an extremely loose light brown robe, and the hood hid his face in the shadows. He looked at the direction Sherlock was leaving, held his breath for a long time, and finally heaved a sigh of relief.

"Report! A resident of the lower city came into contact with the saint. It seems a little strange." The man said.

It was a female voice, and it sounded very young, maybe teens. But there was no one around her, and she didn't know who she was talking to.

And following her voice, some bright red tentacles squirmed gently inside the hood of the robe... Then another voice came slowly.

"eccentric?"

"Yes, that person seems to be aware of my existence."

"A third-order contractor?!" Another voice suddenly became nervous.

"No, according to my induction, it's just a stage, and it's an extremely inferior demon species."

"Huh" the voice let out a breath: "It's just a coincidence, don't be suspicious, you are a person who has been blessed by the Holy Light. It is impossible for mortals and contractors below the third stage to sense your existence."

Listening to another voice's admonition, the robed girl's heart gradually settled down; indeed, unless she was a contractor with a super three-stage perception ability, how could she possibly discover her existence.

"Sorry, I was a little cranky."

"Anyway, remember, before Her Royal Highness is 20 years old, absolutely do not interfere with her life." Another voice emphasized solemnly: "Unless His Highness is facing an unavoidable death, absolutely do not let her notice your existence, let alone let him know his identity."

"Happiness or suffering, health or injury, are all the tests of the holy light for the saint, and I will guard with my life until the coronation of Her Majesty the saint!"

The mysterious girl groaned, and performed a pious gesture of worship under the setting sun, and the tentacles in the hood gradually quieted down.

This conversation is over
However.
For some reason, she kept thinking uncontrollably about the sharp gaze that the man looked at her just now,
At that moment, the other party seemed to really see himself.

"Oh, it's all an illusion. It won't frighten me."

The girl laughed at herself, clasped her hands together, and slowly disappeared into the brilliance of the setting sun.

Sherlock walked towards his apartment.

Of course, it was impossible for him to perceive the existence of that mysterious girl. At that time, he just subconsciously felt that something existed in him through the sunlight, tree shadows, breeze, and the reflection in the window of the passing shop. About 40 degrees above the oblique position.

But then I looked over and found nothing, so I didn't care; maybe it was a stray cat, or a bird that just got out of sight, or the glass of that window was uneven.

Now, standing downstairs in his apartment, looking at the entire wall that collapsed:
"Very good, don't worry about it. This place must not be able to live anymore."

So he resolutely decided to move away!

Fortunately, the landlord didn't seem to know that the tragedy of this street was caused by Sherlock. At the same time, the landlord himself was a believer in the Holy See, which made him feel that he had great feelings for the tenant. The sense of guilt, after all, is that the tenant cannot continue to live because of the arrest of the sinner by the Holy See.

In the end, Sherlock actually got a sum of compensation in turn, as well as the red leather sofa he was used to sitting on, and left the apartment after the landlord apologized.

Soon after, before the sunset was completely silent, Sherlock came to a 'Mutual Aid Association for Outsiders'.

To put it bluntly, it is an intermediary.

They will help you find housing, jobs, servants, married couples in a hurry, ladies in the street, carriages, and so on.

This is London, and there are too many people from other places to count, so such mutual aid associations are everywhere, even in small neighborhoods like Baker Street, there are three of them.

Of course, there is only one family left that has not been crushed.

Sherlock told the staff what he wanted, and after 5 minutes, his new residence was found!

Because, it's still rented out, and it hasn't been shredded, so there's only that one left!

[Baker Street - 221 - B].

He wasn't even given a chance to choose.
So, the people from the Mutual Aid Association brought Sherlock to the only destination.

It was not far from his previous apartment, and he could even see it from a short view, and it was also on the second floor; the only difference was that the landlord lived on the first floor.

Knocked on the door on the first floor, but no one responded. It seemed that the landlord had gone out, but the staff of the mutual aid association still took Sherlock to the second floor, and found a key under a pot of flowers with ease.

"As long as the tenant's house has not been found, the keys are generally placed somewhere near the door, which is an industry rule."

The staff member smiled and opened the door with the key.

and gently push away
The scene in the room also slowly appeared before Sherlock's eyes.

"Sir, if you are satisfied, this is your future new home."

With a professional smile on his face, the man made a gesture of invitation;

Then... looked suspiciously at Sherlock standing at the door, eyes full of disbelief, dumbstruck.

"gentlemen?"

"Mr. Tenant, what's the matter with you?"

"gentlemen.????!"

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