big devil holmes

Chapter 90 Nothing
People in Scotland Yard know where Sherlock lives. He just moved from No. 314A to No. 221B, and the policemen on that street don't need to be changed.

The next day, almost everyone in the Metropolitan Police knew about it.

They didn't know why they cared so much about Sherlock's residence, but they just felt that it would give them a sense of security.

Therefore, when the operator heard the trafficker on the other end of the line revealing the address, he knew that this matter was beyond his control.

Although he called the police, although it is considered a society ruled by law, although he should prevent the next thing from happening, he is not going to do so.

Even if it is reported to Director Lestrade, the director will praise him
A guy who tied up Sherlock's landlord and trampled his cat, uh. Maybe it was the landlord's cat, but whatever, that guy was done.

No one cares how he will end, and no one wants to know the process of his end. As the saying goes, when a storm comes, just run as far as possible.
The night passed like that.

The sun, as always, spread across the vast land of half the empire, passing through the foggy city of London, and a small handful of light, passing by the Crawford Capital Turnover Company, illuminated the water seeping from under the gate. blood.

After several hours of freezing, the blood is like a crystal clear red gem, dotted with some white ice crystals. People in the morning walked by a few, and didn't even realize what it meant. Some pretty, until a pet dog barked at the door, which caught the owner's attention.

Curiosity urged the man to push the door open, and then the horrible scene in front of him came into view, followed by the expected scream, almost all homicides would experience such a scene.

It's just that a lot of people died this time.

And what happened next. Just like all previous homicides, people from the police station came to deal with the scene, body bags were thrown onto the corpse truck one by one, people outside the cordon pointed and pointed, some tabloids The reporter desperately tried to sneak in and take some photos.

But the police collectively chose to remain silent.

Silently washing the bloodstains, silently carrying the corpse, not even talking about the white lines around the corpse, some people couldn't help it, rushed out of the basement, vomited against the wall, and didn't care about destroying the scene of the crime at all, and continued after vomiting. Go back to work in silence.

They know that these people are damned, from the bad ether, the sleeping people in the boxes, and the transportation assembly line.

It is estimated that the director's performance this year will rise to another level.
As for who caused the massacre.

Some people know it, some people don't.

What does it matter.

On the first floor of Building 221B Baker Street, Sherlock opened the curtains to let the sunlight into the room
Behind him, Watson was fiddling with the vases on the dining table.

After bringing the landlady back, he couldn't stand such a messy room being ruined, so he started to clean up. He cleaned up all the broken dishes, straightened the overturned tables, chairs and benches, and cleaned the carpet. After dusting the entire room with a feather duster, she finally took off Mrs. Hudson's apron and folded it next to the storage shelf.

At this moment, he was about to make a vase on the table more beautiful, and repeatedly moved it from the window sill to the door, and then put it back on the table.

"I said... do you have obsessive-compulsive disorder?" Sherlock said weakly.

"It's not beautiful. This arrangement is obviously not beautiful." Watson looked a little anxious: "Can't you use your reasoning ability? Help me find out where this vase should be placed?"

"My reasoning ability tells me that it can't do this." Sherlock said, and then looked at Mrs. Hudson who was lying on the bed and hadn't woken up. According to Watson, she should wake up soon .

just thought of this
"Uh——" There was a soft cry of pain, the eyelashes of the girl on the bed trembled a few times, and then she opened her eyes with great difficulty.

Sherlock walked over.

Watson also reluctantly took his eyes off the vase and followed.

At this time, Mrs. Hudson was still very weak, and her consciousness seemed to be still at the time when she was kidnapped, so her eyes were still full of panic, but when she opened her eyes, she saw that she was lying on a familiar bed, and looked at her again. When Sherlock stood by the bed, his breathing gradually became more stable.

"You saved me?" she asked, her voice extremely hoarse.

At this moment, Watson happened to walk over, probably because he felt that the story of a hero saving the beauty would change in a different way if he said it from the mouth of the person involved, so he took the initiative to take over the topic:
"Yeah, your tenant saved you."

While speaking, he helped Mrs. Hudson into a half-lying position, put a thick cushion on her back, and then poured another cup of brewed black tea and handed it over: "You must be wondering why? A little guy like him can save you from a bunch of debt collectors
Because you are lucky enough.
It seems that the debt company has angered some important person. Last night, someone surrounded and suppressed it. "

"Siege?
"Yeah, I don't know what the newspapers will report, but you can't expect this guy to rush into someone's base camp alone, kill everyone inside, and then rescue you."

Watson said with a smile:

"In short, the siege ended soon, and those vicious guys... obviously didn't want to talk to you civilians who were kidnapped at first sight, so they simply left you where you are, and your tenant Mr. is there At that time, he rushed over and carried you out immediately, with a princess hug, he really cares about you."

In this way, Watson hastily adapted the story of Sherlock's massacre of three floors last night into another version.In fact, this series of explanations is really a bit abrupt and self-explanatory, and some places are very problematic at first glance, but after Watson's mouth, it seems to become extremely natural.

Under normal circumstances, when a woman hears this, she should almost start to panic, feel uneasy, or pull her hair and start crying.

But Mrs. Hudson was different. Although she was also extremely panicked and frightened, she tried very hard to calm herself down, and sincerely began to express her gratitude to the two people in front of her.

She also knew that although the matter was quite simple, the process must be extremely difficult.

After all, my tenant is just a small detective, and he probably doesn't have much business. It's not easy for him to know where he was kidnapped, and he was able to rescue himself in that situation. This is a lot of courage for an ordinary person.

Even at this moment, she was lying on the bed, looking at the tenant she hadn't known for a long time, and a little throbbing called 'sense of security' sprouted in her heart after a long absence.

Ever since her father lost consciousness and her younger brother went to a distant battlefield, she never expected to be in this state of mind.

"Thank you. Thank you. I will repay you, but now I don't know what to do. Thank you very much." She was a little flustered because of her thanks: "Oh, I should go and make something for you. the only thing to do”

Sherlock also didn't understand what kind of attribute Watson is. He can convert a room into a torture room, and at the same time he is so good at taking care of people. When he saw Mrs. Hudson wanting to get up, he actually handed over a Plate of peeled and sliced ​​apples.

"Beautiful lady, you just need to thank your tenant. You don't need to thank me. I was just pulled over by him to take care of you in a coma. Now that you are awake and my task has been completed, don't bother me."

After speaking, he got up and prepared to leave.

"But."

"You don't need to keep me for dinner." Watson showed an extremely charming smile: "Mr. Sherlock has already paid for the two toys with strong vitality. See you next time. I hope you will become more and more beautiful."

In this way, Watson left Mrs. Hudson's apartment.

He was in a good mood, tightened his scarf, and with a genuine smile on his lips, he was about to find a carriage home on the side of the street.

But in his heart, he was still a little worried about this friend. He was notified a few days ago that the Pope from Cleveland had arrived in London, although until now, the arrival of the Pope did not bring them Any trouble, but no crisis, is the most worrying.

Just thinking of this, his heart suddenly moved, and he subconsciously looked towards the shadow of the alley across the street.

However there.
Nothing at all
(End of this chapter)