big devil holmes

Chapter 48 Please come in soon.
"Tell me?" Sherlock ignored the teasing in Watson's words.

The latter fiddled with the hair on his forehead, with a bit of complaint in his expression: "You really don't know how to be considerate. You are not going to thank me first? I just bought you a drink, and this kind of thing happened. I want to help you interrogate. Do you know how exhausting it is to interrogate a person?"

"I think you don't have to pretend at all." Sherlock squinted his eyes: "Look at your flushed face!"

"Really. Well, let's not pretend for now." Watson was exposed for his habit, but he didn't take it seriously, and continued: "He did tell someone your name, called—— Theodore Sloan."

"Who is that?"

"A pope, the church area under him is in Cleveland, more than 700 kilometers away from London."

Sherlock couldn't help raising his eyebrows when he heard the word Pope.

"And the gentleman in the room just said that His Excellency Pope Theodore will come to London in about a month." Watson continued, and then suddenly thought of something: "Wait a minute, a Pope wants to come to London." Leaving your own parish and running to London? This is not normal, could it be that the day of holy love is really coming?"

Of course, Sherlock doesn't care about the date of holy love. He has no respect and admiration for the holy son or the holy woman, who stands at the top of the Holy See's power, unless they die suddenly and let themselves investigate the case. Otherwise, he doesn't expect to have any intersection with it at all.

"But a pope, logically speaking, shouldn't talk to me, a commoner." Sherlock said as if nothing happened.

"That's not necessarily the case. In the question-and-answer game just now, the gentleman said that both Deacon Badr and Pope Theodore had experience on the battlefield. Although it was only three years, they belonged to The army is the vanguard of the Holy Church, which is under the command of General [Patton].

And as far as I know, the people who came out of General Patton's subordinates all have one characteristic in common, that is, extreme protection. "

Speaking of this, Watson's expression became a little sad, as if he was recalling the good old days of bloody fights along the Redek Strait.

Sherlock lighted a cigarette leisurely: "I see, the feelings cultivated in the army are really extraordinary, after all, they are friends who have eaten the last meal and never finished."

"Then what should I do? You're doomed. It's hard to meet a friend you can talk to." Watson said very sadly, but his tone was completely different, even a little... want to watch the excitement. expect.

Sherlock didn't bother to talk to him: "Don't worry, he has already reached the position of pope, and he is definitely not a fool. Deacon Badr violated the laws of the Holy See, and he must die, even if the other party is a bishop, or even a red-robed bishop , and it is impossible to ignore the Holy See and come after me blatantly."

"But it's fine if they just get rid of you, and no one will care about you, a commoner?"

"I know two clergymen who can easily bring this to the table."

"You know the clergy?!" Watson was a little surprised, but then he nodded slightly when he remembered that the detective's recommendation letter was written by a high priest himself.

"Hehe, you are indeed interesting. It is not so easy for common people to get to know priests."

"You are also very interesting. It is even more difficult for a civilian to become a military doctor of the Crusaders. Moreover, he retired intact at such a young age and suffered from such severe post-war emergency syndrome. No matter how you think about it, it feels weird." Xia Xia Locke said, exhaling a puff of smoke.

During this period, he noticed that Watson's smiling expression seemed to be engraved on his face, his eyes were slightly opened, and there was a pair of cold eyes staring at him hidden inside!
But he didn't care at all.

"Okay, you didn't ask me about my past, so naturally I won't dig your secrets. I'm going back. If you often stay out at night in the place I just rented, the landlord will treat you as a strange person. When the time comes It would be bad for me to be kicked out of the apartment." Sherlock waved his hand.

"Do you need me to take you?"

"of course not"

After speaking, he put on the long windbreaker and left Watson's house.

Sherlock is gone.

Watson came to the window and stood quietly, looking through the glass at this Mr. Detective who had only met twice, but gave him a very different feeling, walked out of the apartment building, and then stood on the side of the long street smoking another cigarette After waiting for a full 15 minutes, he finally boarded a carriage and slowly disappeared into the London night.

He looked out the window and thought, but he didn't know what he was thinking.

Suddenly, he found himself very energetic. Although he drank a lot tonight, he didn't feel sleepy at all.

Maybe he really found something to look forward to in this boring life.

So Watson became more and more happy, and the laughter echoed alone in a person's apartment, which sounded a little penetrating.

Oh, no, it wasn't alone in the apartment, on the other side of a small door, there was a poor guy strapped to an operating table, who was lying flat at the moment, with a pot of boiling hot oil hanging in the air. On the top of his face, through the graduated funnel, drop by drop at a uniform speed fell on his only one eyeball, but the eyeball had been stripped off. The tragic hiss of a dying beast, and with every howl, his limbs, internal organs, and the bloody skin that was completely exposed, as well as the nerves and muscles exposed to the air, spasmed in pain.

A life that is visible to the naked eye is worse than death.

But what was even more tragic was that no one cared about him, the door was closed, his miserable voice could not be heard outside, and he did not know when he would die.

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And the doctor who looks harmless to humans and animals, but has the most cruel methods, is putting on his coat at the moment, and picked a bottle of wine that doesn't look cheap from the wine rack, pushed open the door of the apartment, and left go out.

Watson couldn't sleep, so he picked up a bottle of wine as usual on those nights when he couldn't sleep and suffered from post-war stress syndrome, went downstairs to the apartment building, walked through the quiet street, and turned a corner The deep alley finally came to a scrapped steam boiler piled up in the corner.

He knocked on the door.
Uh, that's right, this boiler actually has a door, which is actually a piece of wood tied to the coal opening of the boiler with wire, but the disabled old man insisted on calling it a 'door'.

It is estimated that this is the case, which can make him feel like "at home".

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"Who is it!" An extremely impatient, even angry voice came out.

"It's me." Watson said softly.

"Get out!" the voice yelled again.

"I brought wine."

There was a moment of silence, and the sound of a wine bottle being knocked over came from inside the door. Then, the wooden door was pushed open, and an old man over 60 years old, dressed in rough clothes, sat inside the door with a flattering smile on his face. .

"Yo, it's Watson, I didn't hear it just now, please come in."

(End of this chapter)