big devil holmes

Chapter 91 Are You Kidding Me? !
Watson should be a little tired and hallucinated.

He is really busy these days.

Because he is looking for the Holy Son. A guy who doesn't know his face, age, height, hobbies, whereabouts, name, or even his gender.

It was harder than finding a virgin in a tavern alley at ten o'clock at night.

In fact, originally, Watson was resistant to this task.Even if this is a step up for a medical officer who retired from the southern battlefield, even if he only provides valuable relevant information, or plays some memorable role, then in this life he will definitely That's it.

But he was still very resistant.
The reason is simple, because this task is directly ordered by the Emperor of the Empire.

An 90-year-old guy, on the eve of the Transposition Ceremony, without any preliminary preparations, wanted to cross the Holy See to contact the Holy Son. From the outside of the sweet icing that is wrapped, you can smell the conspiracy in the center.

Besides, he became very interested in the old man downstairs.

That guy actually predicted the arrival of the 'Day of Sacred Love'.

This has led to Watson taking a bottle of wine almost every night to visit the steam boiler shell that can barely be called 'home' in the past few days.

In the past few days of communication, he once again got his wish and got a 'prophecy' from the other party.

【Looking for the Holy Son is the beginning of your wonderful life. 】

Watson is very tangled!

He was so entangled that he wanted to ask Sherlock for some blues!

Because this old man seems to have an inherent magical power, that is——no matter how you look at it, he is fucking unreliable! ! !
Whether it's from behavior, tone of voice, petty gestures, gesticulate gestures during the prophecy, and after the prophecy is over, holding the wine bottle and hugging his own daughter, it seems to be warning Watson all the time. I'm just talking nonsense. You must not believe it.

Therefore, Watson has 90% reasons to believe that this guy is definitely a liar. He can predict the day of holy love, that is, a blind cat meets a dead mouse.

Hence.
After a brief struggle, he resolutely chose the remaining 10%.

Because that 10% represents a possibility. An opportunity to give this pale life a little color.

He has seen the darkest side of this world, he has seen what the law is in the eyes of some people; he has seen the value of human life; Mothers were dying; he had seen scrawny men fish up their babies from cauldrons at feasts of good food and wine; on the cookbook; he has seen perceptions confused between man and beast; he has seen
He has seen too many realities that normal people should not have seen.

When dealing with this kind of truth, he went from shock at the beginning, to anger, to silence, and finally to narrowing his eyes to cover his real eyes.
In short, this kind of life where even killing someone has to think about it, he really can't stay for a day.

"So, my respected Holy Son, where are you hiding?"

He murmured to himself somewhat sadly, waved his hand, and stopped a passing carriage.

For the next few days, everything seemed extremely peaceful.

The whole city seemed to be welcoming something, as well-behaved as a child pretending to be.

Until one day, these simple words appeared on the headlines of the Holy Journal.
[The day of holy love will be held in about a week]

Just these few words, without any related reports, no science or story writing, not even a specific date, just a few big words occupying the entire front page space.

But in time, it seemed that the entire empire fell into silence for a few seconds at that moment, and then, a huge cheer broke out.

People don't even know why they are cheering.

Maybe it's because everyone is rejoicing that they have finally experienced such a festival in their lifetime, maybe it's because the boring and hard life finally had an unusual day, maybe it's because of the ignorant love in the hearts of teenagers and girls, maybe it's because they like to join in the fun, maybe it's because of that day May be on vacation.

In short, people seemed to be inexplicably happy because of this, and more smiles appeared on the faces of passers-by in the streets and alleys.

So does Mrs. Hudson.
After a few days of recuperation, she has basically recovered, and is even more diligent than before.

Specifically, she began to take the initiative to clean up the house for Sherlock.

Uh. It's a bit strange, but this landlady will go to Sherlock's room to clean up every day or two, flick off the dust in every corner, pick up the garbage that hasn't had time to throw it away, and put it away. The clothes are washed and then neatly hung up to dry.

Sherlock was terrified, not only because the landlord actually cleaned himself up, but more importantly, what should he do if the other party sees something he shouldn't see, such as some tentacles, accidentally poked through the cracks in the void? The head of a carrion dog that came out, the half of a finger that fell out of the box, or the water turned red when washing clothes, etc. How should I explain it?

Fortunately, none of these things happened.
In addition, Mrs. Hudson also began to take the initiative to take Sherlock's dinner.

Although she didn't say it clearly, as long as Sherlock is at home, she will "accidentally" do more. Sometimes when Sherlock goes to the library to read a book in the morning, she just happens to open the door on the first floor. Met by chance, and took the initiative to hand over some freshly baked bread, jam squeezed out by herself, and even once she got up at 4 in the morning and baked a pumpkin pie with great effort.

Her explanation for this was that she couldn't sleep and just wanted to cook.

Sherlock doesn't have a female friend by his side, but he's not stupid. Thinking about the fact that he rescued her from a debt company before, he doesn't need much reasoning ability to draw a conclusion.

The landlord's 'wife', who is about to be 20 years old, should have some misunderstandings and good feelings towards herself.

Sherlock didn't want this kind of goodwill to grow casually, so he was ready to remind Mrs. Hudson, but he didn't know how to speak. He felt that dealing with this kind of thing was more troublesome than dealing with a murderer. .

The British Museum.
[Don't bring food in casually, even if you bring it in, don't put it on the seat, I don't mind if your lover shows concern for you in life, but!This is the place to read! 】

Looking at the message on the paper, Sherlock seemed to feel the anger of the other party when he wrote this text.

I don't know why, but this guy seems to talk more recently.

But it's really a bit unethical for me to drop food residues on the sofa every now and then, after all, there is only one sofa here.

【What?You don't have a lover, a pumpkin pie that your landlady gets up in the morning to make for you? 】

[I don't understand your view of love, but I think you are teasing me]

(End of this chapter)