Chapter 32 The first encounter with a certain doctor
Priest Thompson looked at the address on the contract suspiciously, as if he didn't quite understand what the other party said.

Neither the tone of the other person's speech nor the meaning of the passage was understood.

what is this
A pure novice who doesn't even know the basic classification of contractors, even put on this posture. It's as if he is qualified to be a partner of Whitethorn Security Company.

Well, anyway, some heirs of big families under the blessing of the Holy See all look like this, thinking that there was a Pope in their family tree, or there were a few priests, and their own blood has been sanctified. As if the light had favored it.

Ignorant, arrogant, blind, ridiculous, but there is no way.

It's really no problem, Thompson is just a priest, and he is not responsible for educating idiots, let alone disobeying a letter of recommendation written by a high priest himself.

He could only fold the contract silently, and stuffed it into the drawer.

"So." Ms. Mary at the door naturally heard the conversation and asked tentatively.

"According to his idea." Thompson said: "As for the process, go through it all."

"Okay." Ms. Mary responded immediately.

She was quite satisfied with the result.

Because she had read Sherlock's letter of introduction saying that his contract demon was just a worm.

Although she is not a contractor, but as a receptionist, she also has some understanding of the types of demons; a low-level demon like a worm is like no one to put it bluntly; if he is asked to perform a task, he may be distracted and protected If he bumps into each other, or accidentally gets his head bitten off by a demon, he still has to bear the responsibility.

So no matter whether this so-called Mr. Detective just wants to fill in his resume, or he really has some skills, no one expects him to follow the mission. Even if he wants to go, no one will agree to him. .

Then he is not willing to obey the distribution, relatively speaking, it is still a good thing.

"Mr. Holmes, please follow me." Ms. Mary turned sideways and made a 'please' gesture.In fact, Sherlock is quite pleasing to her eyes now. After all, a fool who doesn't cause trouble is much cuter than a fool who causes trouble.

The following process is also very simple. Get to know the company's environment, introduce the work process, explain the salary and bonus payment situation carefully, and get to know the new colleagues.

Most companies are like this.

But because Sherlock didn't want to stay in the company, Miss Mary didn't care too much when introducing him.

"I'm the company's accountant and receptionist, and I'm also in charge of official business consultation. I'm usually busy. I say I can take two days off a week, but I have too much work, and sometimes I can't even take a day off." Her tone full of complaints:
"Rodel is responsible for the registration of abnormal events and demon invasion events, and anyone who encounters trouble will basically go to him;

As for Deacon Thompson, Mark, Al Toli, and Lampard, these four are field personnel, and they will be present when they have tasks. At the same time, they are also contractors in the first stage.

But today, with the exception of Deacon Thompson, the other three are in charge of patrolling. Recently, a 'gouging-eyed demon' appeared in downtown London. It's quite tricky. The three of them haven't been back to the company for almost a week. "

"The gouging-eyed devil?" Sherlock asked suspiciously.

"Well, it should have appeared half a month ago. Anyway, all the unlucky citizens encountered had their eyes gouged out, and they died miserably. I don't know what kind of brain circuit this beast is. Why does it only eat eyes?"

Sherlock nodded thoughtfully, but didn't ask any further questions. Ms. Mary in front of her was just a clerk, and all the information she knew was what she had heard. Even if she was interested in asking, she had to ask those few questions A field officer is right.

Not long after, Mary brought Sherlock to the [infirmary] door on the first floor.

"This is our doctor. He is usually in charge of psychological consultation, identification and treatment of injuries. Sometimes, if he encounters difficult tasks, he will also attend work with him. Although he is not a contractor, there is no good way After all, some injuries cannot be delayed.

Oh, his name is John Watson, and he used to be a military doctor for the Crusaders around Redek Strait. "

Speaking of this, Mary suddenly lowered her voice, whispering like all gossip women:

"However, I always feel that he doesn't look like a person with a military position, because he really can't find a little soldier's toughness in him."

While talking, Ms. Mary straightened her collar, smoothed the hair on her forehead, and straightened her back by the way to make her chest more curved: "Ahem~"

She coughed twice before knocking on the door: "Doctor John, are you there? I need your help with something."

For some reason, her voice became softer on purpose.

Soon, with a "creak~", the door of the infirmary was opened.

Then, an extremely delicate face appeared behind the door;

Sherlock raised his eyebrows, and finally understood why Ms. Mary said just now that the doctor didn't look like a soldier.

Because he looks...too beautiful. Although the water chestnut of his facial contour is sharp, it reveals a unique "charming" energy. His slightly squinted eyes glanced at random, as if he was looking at everyone who was looking at him. In an instant, it was like they were all looking at each other secretly.

Not only that, but the person's clothes are also very particular, a white shirt, a striped jacket and a tie that fits perfectly with it, the waist is slightly gathered, the figure is straight, the slightly curly hair hangs on the forehead, and even reveals There was a certain air of well-bred nobility.

As if influenced by the doctor in front of her, Ms. Mary became very polite at the moment, she smiled and bowed slightly:

"Doctor John, this is Sherlock Holmes. According to the procedure, the newcomer needs you to give him a psychological evaluation."

"Okay, Miss Mary." Watson responded with a smile, and his voice was like a spring breeze, then slightly raised his peachy eyes that could fascinate countless girls and young women, and looked at the man in front of him: "I guarantee that every colleague Your health, this is my duty, please come in."

He politely stepped aside, indicating that Sherlock could come in.

Mary faced Sherlock: "After the assessment in a while, you can go back. As for the 'consultation' you mentioned, we will find you if necessary, uh. That's it."

After she finished speaking, she glanced at John Watson's face for the last time;

I guess I don't understand why Shengguang bestowed such beauty on a man. At the same time, he thought of his taste in dressing and his sallow skin. There was a trace of remorse and decline in his expression, but he quickly hid it: " Thank you so much Dr. John, I have to go back to work, so bye."

"Goodbye." Watson watched the female colleague go upstairs in a gentlemanly manner, and then closed the door.

At this time, Sherlock had already sat on the chair opposite the desk. In the very short time just now, he probably glanced around, and he already knew the usual working attitude of this Doctor John.

Rigorous, focused, and meticulous, all the files are neatly placed in the filing cabinet, and the desk is also spotless. On the side wall, there is a portrait of [Nightingale], with a framed layer on the surface. Thin glass, obviously don't want dust on it.

everything looks like nothing special
The only thing worth noting is a thumbtack in the corner of the desk in front of him.

very inconspicuous;

But at the tip of the pin, the color is slightly darkened.

That is the trace that will appear only after the metal oxidizes after long-term contact with blood
(End of this chapter)

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