big devil holmes

Chapter 30 Manipulator, or symbiont?
Mrs. Jeanne Leticia Hudson.

The name is quite long, anyway, she looked at the man squatting in front of her.

I was so confused for a while
"Isn't this the stupid passer-by yesterday?"

And Sherlock's thoughts at this time are similar to hers:
"Isn't this the stupid woman from yesterday?"

Anyway, the two of them just looked at each other like this, until the three-flowered kitten let out a dissatisfied meowing sound.

"Um, I can't believe it, but the world is so small." Sherlock stood up first and said with a smile.

Mrs. Hudson blinked her eyes, as if she finally realized what was going on, and asked in surprise, "Are you the tenant who came yesterday?"

"Of course, my lord."

"Ah," he murmured for three seconds, "That world is indeed quite small."

This somewhat awkward encounter took Sherlock almost 5 minutes;

He briefly introduced himself with the landlady, and tried his best to show his kindness and duty as a legal citizen of the empire. At the same time, he also confirmed his speculation yesterday;
That is. This Mrs. Hudson is simply a little girl who is not yet 20 years old, single, and lives alone.

Of course, he couldn't expose the other party on the spot. He just smiled and said goodbye, and then came to the side of the road and called a passing carriage.

"Take me to No. 36 Zouterand Street, White Briar Security Company."

"Happy at your service, sir!"

The coachman waved his whip——

Legend has it that before the gates of hell opened, the land of London belonged to a continental plate called 'Europe'.

In the traditional symbols of Europe and China, thorns represent the meaning of "guardian", probably because the thorn bushes that climb all over the wall can effectively restrict thieves from climbing up and down.

And under this tradition, any industry related to security, caravans, safes, and security doors will largely carry the word 'thorn'.

Perhaps, in a certain corner of a certain period of time, there might also be a Blackthorn security company.

The carriage passed through a noisy open-air gathering of old things, and then went down the foggy Thames River. Countless merchant ships made heavy and distant whistles outside the carriage.

After a full hour, it finally stopped at the side of a fairly conspicuous church.

Due to people's reverence for the Holy Light and the Holy See, as long as there is a church in the block, it will generally be very clean. Early in the morning, there are even believers who spontaneously clean the entire long street when the first ray of sunlight falls. An act of piety.

Walking a few steps along the road paved with mixed gravel and asphalt, Sherlock arrived at the destination of this trip.

The surrounding buildings should not look old, but they are a bit dense. Looking along the street, you can see a flower shop, several restaurants and coffee shops, as well as apartment numbers that can be seen everywhere in London.

The first one on the edge is a somewhat thick wooden door. Of course, the wood is only attached to the surface, and there must be an iron plate with anti-theft function inside.

Wanting to break into a door with an ax in hand is already a delusion of the last century.

Sherlock walked over, confirmed the house number, and then found the logo of [White Briar Security Company] in a small corner of the wall, and couldn't help sighing:
As expected, the government and the Holy See jointly established an official agency. Although it bears the title of 'company', it doesn't look like it wants to solicit business at all.

While thinking, he pushed the door open and entered.

What catches the eye is a corridor and a piece of paper pasted on the wall, which reads;

[Please don't knock on the first door, please go inside to report the case, shout directly in case of an emergency, and go to the second floor for business negotiation. 】.

Sherlock raised his eyebrows, and he didn't know why, he felt that these two lines of words were full of helplessness.

When passing the first door, I took a special look at the sign on the door, which said [infirmary], and there was also a note similar to the one just pasted on the door.

It should be that people are often too anxious, and when they come in, they knock on the door closest to them, which caused the company's doctor to paste such a conspicuous notice on the wall.

Go ahead and come to the second floor.

Although this company has a part of the government's investment, almost everything that catches the eye exudes a clear taste of the Holy See, such as the golden sunflower logo at both ends of the handrail, the gas lamps surrounded by golden grids inlaid on the wall, and some embedded yellow lamps on the ceiling. copper pendant.

There is no way, after all, the shroud of the Holy Light is the foundation of human survival, which has caused the Holy See to always suppress the imperial government. Even if the emperor of the empire changes to the throne, he needs to be blessed by the Pope before he can sit on that chair.

In fact, Sherlock dared to bet with his smoking right for a week. Although the Holy See and the government are like brothers on the surface, secretly, they must be engaged in an extremely cruel and bloody power struggle.

And this kind of competition should have been going on for centuries, but the poor are not aware of it.

On the second floor, after walking a few steps along the corridor, I saw a sign above a door with the word [Consultation] on it, walked over, and knocked on the door lightly.

"Enter!"

An unfriendly female voice came from inside.

Pushing open the door, I saw a large table filled with piles of documents, like a small bunker, blocking the people behind tightly, only to hear stamping sound.

"Hi, I'm here to report." Sherlock hesitated, and finally decided to use the word 'report'.

The next second, the sound of stamping stopped, and a middle-aged lady with thick glasses poked her head out from behind a stack of documents, and looked Sherlock up and down. After ten seconds, she finally spoke. :

"Are you the recommended detective? Call me."

"Sherlock Holmes."

"Oh, that's right." The middle-aged woman looked like the type who was locked in the office all the year round, and had a 'fucking' attitude towards anyone who came to consult; but the letter was signed by the high priest of the Holy See. The letter of recommendation cannot be ignored, so I had no choice but to get up: "Follow me!"

On the way, the woman introduced herself as 'Evelyn Mary', who sounded like she was from the country.

His height was less than Sherlock's shoulders, but he walked vigorously, his chest and stomach trembled at the same frequency. Soon, he brought Sherlock to a door, and Miss Mary restrained herself a little. With an attitude that the whole world owes her 50 pounds, she knocked on the door lightly: "Master Thompson, do you still remember the notice yesterday, saying that there will be a Mr. Sherlock to report? He has come."

"kindness."

A brief note came from inside the door, and Mary slowly pushed the door open, indicating that she could go in, but added in time: "Take off your hat, Priest Thompson is very polite."

"Thank you." Sherlock replied, and took off his hat. At this moment, he noticed that Miss Mary frowned when she saw his messy hairstyle.

"It seems that the staff here are a bit rigid." He muttered to himself, and then walked into the office.

It is morning now, but the entire office is dim, the curtains are drawn tightly, only a candle is burning on the desk, with a unique aroma of brown and yellow grass, as mentioned in some market books, this is a contract A kind of incense commonly used by practitioners in meditation.

And under the shroud of that dim light, a man about 40 years old was performing a very common prayer ceremony. He was wearing a full set of white priest robes, his hair and beard were meticulously groomed, and his yellow hands The copper pendant swayed slightly, while he kept chanting prayers.

From any point of view, Bu Lun appears extremely pious.

After 5 minutes, the prayer was finally over. Then Priest Thomson opened his gray eyes, stared at Sherlock for a while, and said:

"detective?"

"Yes."

"Contractor?"

"Just accepted the canonization ceremony."

"[Controller] or [Symbiont]?"

"Huh?" Sherlock froze for a moment, these two words were unfamiliar to him.

And his reaction also made Priest Thompson reveal a sense of boredom:

"It's a guess."

He sighed, sat back on the chair, and snapped his fingers.

In the next second, the curtains were quickly opened to both sides, and the sun shone into the room. Priest Thompson gently extinguished the candle in front of him with his hands, and said in a deep voice:

"Then let me say next, listen... don't interrupt."

(End of this chapter)