big devil holmes

Chapter 50 Who gave the task?

The whole night passed minute by minute in this meaningless small talk.

Watson didn't know why he came to chat with this old cripple. Maybe it was because he really didn't have any friends, or it was only this old man who could disturb him without any scruples on those difficult nights. In short, this old man In a short time, through the weak bonfire at night and bottles of expensive or low-quality wine, a strange intersection was established.

The old man was a drunkard, there was no doubt about it, and he could say almost anything just to drink.

He has boasted countless times that he has had an extremely powerful and splendid life, but whenever Watson asked his name, he was either rejected or got some different answers.

He can brag about Watson without any basis, saying that he has an astonishing talent, and that in the future, people throughout the empire will know his name.But when asked what kind of talent he was referring to, or why the name 'John Watson' was known throughout the empire, the old cripple couldn't tell at all.

Anyway, this is a poor tramp full of nonsense.

Tonight, he drank too much again.

Then he started talking nonsense about the day of holy love again.

He said that this year's Day of Love will be the most different ever; he said that this year's Day of Love will have very important things happen.

He said that he was going to see the Holy Son, and then change the situation of the entire empire; he also said that the Holy Maiden would cry under the illumination of all the lights.

He said that friendship, love, sadness, betrayal, and other dramas will be staged on that day.

He said, the wine tonight is really good.

Watson didn't listen to the old guy's drunken nonsense, and maintained an attitude of disbelief in the arrival of the day of holy love. He quietly extinguished the bonfire, lest the drunkard be suffocated to death in his own steam boiler , although that may be a relief for him.

Then, pushing open the door, I walked into early morning London, strolling along the street corner under the cold damp;

Because of sitting all night, his suit was a little wrinkled, and his expression was a little haggard, but his eyes always had a gentle smile, and he walked alone in the fog, forming a hazy and poetic scene.

If a girl wakes up early in the morning and sees such a person walking by, she may be caught in the heart by the encounter at that moment, and even forget the cold around her.

Watson walked like this for three or four hours.

Until eight o'clock in the morning, he walked to the intersection of Zotran Street, which was the location of the White Briar Security Company.

As usual, he opened the door
But I found that today's colleagues are exceptionally complete;

Even the three members of the field service team who have been running around because of the 'gouged-out demon' have all returned. They are all gathered in the hall on the first floor at the moment, and even Priest Thompson does not have a morning routine in the office. prayer.

Seeing Watson coming in, Miss Mary turned her eyes slightly: "The servants should be here now, we can start."

"Are you going to have a meeting?" Watson was slightly puzzled.

Immediately afterwards, Priest Thompson cleared his throat:

"Ahem, I have something to inform you all. It may be a bit sudden, but after 29 years, the day of holy love is scheduled to start in one month, and it will be held in London!"

"The day of holy love?!"

"Oh my God!" Miss Mary covered her mouth in surprise. For a woman, even an old maid who was nearly forty years old and out of shape, would definitely feel elated because of these words.

The rest of the employees were also slightly startled and cast similar glances at each other.

As for Watson, he stood there blankly, not knowing what expression to put on for a moment.

Is the day of holy love really here? ! ! !
"Quiet." Priest Thompson continued: "Because the location is London, the White Briar Security Company, as the local security management agency, was notified one month in advance.

After all, the Holy Son is likely to visit London in the near future. According to our obligations, we need to help protect the safety of the Holy Son.

However, I have not received any phone calls or written instructions so far. I think it is very likely that the Son of God has his own security team.

Then all personnel continue to maintain the original work plan, but are not allowed to go out in the near future, and always obey the dispatch.

Dismissed! "

Although Reverend Thompson can make people want to die when he reads prayers, fortunately, his instructions are simple and clear.

Such an important meeting ended in less than 5 minutes.

At the end of the meeting you can:
"Watson, come to the office with me."

"it is good."

He replied with some doubts.

A few minutes later, the office on the second floor.

Priest Thompson flicked his finger lightly, and a chair slid to the table. He looked at John Watson who had just walked in, and motioned, "Sit down."

After Watson sat down, he waved his finger again, and the door of the office clicked shut and locked.

Watson's expression was as humble and polite as ever, but he couldn't help being a little curious.

"Excuse me. Is there anything you can do for me?"

Priest Thompson looked serious and didn't speak for the first time. He was probably trying to sort out his words. After a long while, he finally said, "I do have something to ask you, and it sounds a little weird."

"eccentric?"

"Yes. I'm going to assign you a secret mission alone."

Watson frowned slightly.

This is indeed a bit weird, because he is just a doctor, and he usually acts with the field team at most. No matter how he thinks about it, it is impossible to assign tasks to himself alone.

Priest Thompson ignored Watson's surprise and continued: "This mission is confidential, you cannot disclose it to anyone, but don't worry, the mission itself should not be dangerous, but I hope that when you hear the content of the mission, Don't be too surprised."

As Priest Thompson spoke, he looked extraordinarily solemn and cautious, and sat upright for a while, as if the act of 'telling the content of the task' itself brought him a lot of pressure:
"I hope you can find His Royal Highness the Son as much as possible."

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There was a silence that lasted for more than ten seconds.

Or stunned!

Normally, Watson's eyes are always squinted habitually. He often uses this expression to cover up the real emotion in his eyes. After all, he doesn't want to be seen by others when the post-war emergency syndrome occurs. Like a real killing intent.

But at this moment, he could no longer control his facial muscles, and opened his eyes slightly, and they opened wider and wider.

For a moment, he even wondered if he heard it wrong:
"Uh, you mean, His Royal Highness Son?"

"Yes."

Peanut lowered his head and pondered for a moment: "Okay, but in order to avoid any words with similar pronunciations, I have to confirm again, you are saying that the person who is about to come to London on the day of holy love may be the candidate for the next pope." His Royal Highness the Son?"

"Yes." Priest Thompson nodded again, giving an affirmative answer.

"Understood." Watson's tone returned to calm. Priest Thompson also slightly admired this ability to accept. When he first heard the content of the mission, it took him several minutes to reluctantly accept it.

"It seems that it is a task from above. We are a public security management agency in London and relatively free, so it is understandable for us to contact the Son of God." Watson said thoughtfully: "But the problem is, the company Why are there so many people looking for me?"

Priest Thompson looked at the young doctor in front of him with a little surprise, surprised that he gave such an accurate judgment in such a short period of time;

He also had a bitter look on his face.
"Actually, at the beginning, I wanted to ask Rodel to go, after all, he often deals with people, but after I saw his yellow teeth, I thought he was not suitable.

And the image of Ms. Mary is really not that beautiful. As for Mark and Artolli, two and a half of the three sentences they said were swearing, and Lampard didn't even understand basic etiquette.

Therefore, in the whole company, whether it is image, temperament, or etiquette, only you are the best candidate. If you think about it, you will definitely be able to leave a good impression on His Royal Highness the first time you come into contact with him. "

Watson went through the looks and habits of these colleagues in his mind, and found that he had no way to refute.

"Okay, but why do I need to contact His Royal Highness, and how to contact him, I don't even know how old he is, where he lives, when he came, what he looks like, and what his name is."

"There will be many people above to help you solve these problems. As long as you find a little bit of information, you will be notified as soon as possible. Of course, if you have your own news channel, you should use it as much as possible. During the process, all your requests, personnel transfers and expenses will be assisted by the government at the highest level.

As for why you contacted him, this is an order from above, we have no right to inquire, you just need to find him first, and then wait for further notice. "

In this passage, Watson captured a little detail very keenly. He squinted and looked at Priest Thompson:

"Please forgive me for being suspicious, but His Royal Highness the Holy Son is not an ordinary person. The content of this mission was clearly carried out without his knowledge, so... aren't you afraid of causing misunderstanding or dissatisfaction from the Holy See?"

"Don't worry, no."

Watson leaned back on the chair with a smile: "Unless you tell me who gave the order now, I have reason to refuse."

His tone was extremely calm and gentle, but his attitude was very tough.

Priest Thompson frowned, lowered his head, looked at the clean desk surface and began to meditate.

He pondered for a long time, even longer than when he said the mission just now
Finally, when the sunlight outside the window began to slowly shift its angle and hit his desk, the middle-aged priest finally raised his head, looked at Watson and said:
"This task is directly issued by the emperor of the empire."

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