big devil holmes

Chapter 5 No Smoking!

Chief Lestrade doesn't like Sherlock.

In addition to the above two points, of course there is a third point, a fourth point, and many, many points behind.

Even if this detective once caught the murderer who raped and murdered the director's daughter, and skinned him alive in front of him, he still hated Sherlock.

Because he can clearly feel that this guy is not arresting criminals for justice, he is not even for money because he habitually makes those criminals look indescribable every time; although criminals have no human rights, But they can't be allowed to die in prison, let alone appear on the execution ground in a miserable posture that is enough to "disturb the hearts of the people".

And it takes a lot of money to deal with this kind of thing, which makes Sherlock get very little bounty every time.

but!

He still continued to do it happily. Bureau Lestrade seriously suspected that he caught criminals just to vent, boredom, or other shady reasons.

"If it weren't for the fact that my daughter's soul may have a little gratitude for you, I would have listed you as the most heinous criminal!" The director suppressed his anger and cursed.

Sherlock smiled disapprovingly: "Come on, how many troublesome criminals have I solved for you these years, you have a clear mind, and you can't push me into the ranks of criminals, I have never offended the Empire At least legally, you haven’t caught any evidence.”

Lestrade was suffocating!
Indeed, there is no evidence that Sherlock has ever committed a crime, but he is clear in his mind that this guy is definitely the most terrifying and evil criminal, and what he has done is definitely more insane than all the death row prisoners in the underground prison combined.

Unfortunately, no one knew what he was going to do.

No one knew where he came from, how old he was, his past experiences, and even whether the name [Sherlock Holmes] was real.

It was only known that he claimed to be a detective and lived in a small tenement in Baker Street.

Every once in a while, he would show up at the police station with that big blood-soaked suitcase, and then exchange some criminals in the suitcase for some bounties.

That's it.

And if you ask him what he usually does, or his ideals, goals, and why he wants to be a detective, he will just spread his hands in a natural manner and answer with a smile:

"Life is too ordinary, I just don't want my brain to get rusty, just have some fun by the way"

A few minutes passed like this, and Lestrade didn't ask any more questions, and the bastard in front of him wouldn't say any more anyway, until the blues brand cigarette was burned out bit by bit.

"Da~da~da~"

In the corridor outside the lounge, a series of footsteps suddenly came to mind, approaching from far away.

Director Lestrade and Sherlock looked over at the same time. Immediately afterwards, a tall nun and a thin, crooked old man appeared at the door of the reception room.

It was Miss Catherine and the priest.

Lestrade immediately stood up and bowed respectfully.

At this moment, Sherlock was still sitting.

This was not because he wanted to show a cold and disrespectful attitude in front of the priests of the Holy See, but because his eyes fell on the modified body-shaping nun costume in an incredible way!
And finally showed a rare touch of embarrassment and consternation.

"Let's go, Mr. Holmes." Catherine raised her head slightly and looked at him: "...Time waits for no one."

The setting sun passes through the gaps in the car windows, and the floating dust in the air looks like weird tiny creatures, making people unconsciously want to hold their breath.

Sherlock sat in the carriage, with thick wool blankets on his buttocks and feet;

He never thought that he would get on the carriage of the Holy See in this way, let alone that the nun he met before had such a high status.

Looking out of the window, the noisy square is still crowded with people. This is the lower city, where you can see, most of them are porters carrying wooden boxes, and newsboys shouting loudly with bare feet. There are people in the alley beside the tavern. A few women in scantily-clad clothes, their business must not be very good this month, otherwise they wouldn't come out to solicit customers at this time.

The axles of the carriage are equipped with shock-absorbing technology, so you don’t feel any bumps at all. Along the way, after passing through several urban checkpoints and huge gear lift gates, the noise gradually fades away, and the convoy arrives in the upper city.

The street became wide and flat, and the buildings on both sides appeared solemn and orderly. Some exquisite metal pipes were attached to the wall, like carefully trimmed ivy, shining in the weak sunset.

About half an hour later, when the sun finally completely concealed his body and the gas lamp came on, the carriage stopped.

Sherlock got out of the carriage a little sleepy, the night wind was a bit cold, in front of him was a clean side street, which might be the reason why it had been blocked long ago, no pedestrians could be seen around, only security guards in steam armor were standing there Patrolling around, the heavy steel collided with the bluestone road, covering up the sound of high-pressure steam ejected from time to time.

"Sir!"

Seeing the carriage, a security officer rushed over quickly, clenched his mechanical arm on his left chest, and half-kneeled in front of Catherine.

This is the inherent courtesy of subordinates in the church to their superiors, but the steam armor is too thick, even if they kneel halfway, they are still much higher than Catherine.

"My lord priest."

He respectfully saluted the thin old man who just got out of the car.But in this gap, his gaze accidentally passed over the old priest's shoulder, and saw Sherlock behind him.

The gas lamp above his head just stretched his shadow extremely long, and at this moment Sherlock took out a cigarette and lit it.

The sheriff's eyeballs are about to pop out!
Even if the officer was right in front of him, he couldn't hold back his voice:

“No smoking here!!!”

(End of this chapter)