big devil holmes

Chapter 95 Heavy Snow ([-])

Hudson exhausted all his strength to finally say this.

Even when she said this, she was still thinking about the details of Sherlock living here, the dinner we ate together, the cat food we fed together, the house we cleaned up for him, and when we woke up, we saw him. The security of standing next to the bed.

But now, that little three flower is gone.
Sherlock is leaving too.
It seems that my own life will leave me forever after this heavy snowfall.

So she could only act extremely tough, pulled open her door vigorously, and walked into the room with big strides. She didn't want to explain anything, let alone say a word to Sherlock.

She can only do this.
And as the door was closed heavily, Mrs. Hudson suddenly felt discouraged, leaning against the door weakly, allowing her body to slide down.

"I am a saint."

She murmured, originally this was something that would make anyone ecstatic, but when it came out of her mouth, there was a hint of trembling.

Jeanne Leticia Hudson!Must be a saint!
Because if she is a saint, then the unconscious father will wake up again, and people from the Holy See will come forward to contact Lord Nightingale and ask her to cure his father's disease.

If he is a saint, then there will be clergymen who will go to the battlefield in front of the gate of hell to bring his younger brother back. He will not have to live in fear every day, and may die suddenly in battle.

The nun in white told herself this.
In fact, these things are really easy for the Holy See, and all she has to do is to stop interacting with any opposite sex from this moment on, just wait quietly for the arrival of her birthday, and then join hands with His Highness the Holy Son, It's ok to move on to a new life.
What else can she do?
All the above things, Sherlock can't do all his prayers, Lord Nightingale can't hear at all, because thousands of patients are praying, and Lord Nightingale has only one, she is not a god, can't be true Heal everyone; there's no way Sherlock will rush to the shores of Redeker Sound and point an officer's nose to send his brother home.

Mrs. Hudson is a kind and simple person, but she has learned to see the reality clearly. In this world, having rights must have special treatment different from ordinary people, and romance is just a luxury.

"I am a saint! And he is just a tenant who has been with him for a while! I am high above, and he is just a detective in the lower city! I will never have any intersection with him in the future!"

She kept telling herself this way, as if she wanted to make herself more like a person who was dazzled by power.

"Even if he saved me, after I become a saint, I will have ten thousand ways to repay him!"

she thought so
It seems that everything is as foreseen by the all-knowing and all-powerful Holy Light, the saint will eventually become a saint
But at this time, just a few centimeters away from the door, the street lights on the corner of the street flickered a few times. Standing in the heavy snow, Sherlock was thinking in his mind:
"Just got kicked out like that?
But that sofa is also mine."

a few hours later.

"So, you're just that homeless?"

In a high-end apartment, Watson poured a cup of hot coffee for Sherlock, and then looked at him with interest. Although he kept using that squinting and smiling expression to hide his real emotions, Sherlock knew that this Guy must be gloating!
"Yeah, it was quite sudden, but I didn't reveal any attributes that shouldn't be revealed. In her eyes, I'm still the law-abiding, helpful detective and she was still thinking about me saving her. As for love, it’s wrong no matter how you think about kicking me out today.”

"You don't want to find out the reason? This should be easy for you."

"Maybe I will investigate, but maybe not. She must have her own reasons. If she casually exposes the scars of others, it may not be able to solve the problem and cause more trouble for her. Then I will I can’t even go back.”

"You are really a caring tenant." Watson's words became more schadenfreude: "So, what are you going to do? Go to a hotel?"

As soon as she said this, Sherlock felt a pain in the head:

"The hotel must be dead. The men and women these days are like taking aphrodisiacs. There is a queue outside the hotel. I went to several hotels, and the most conscientious one agreed to let me stay for three hours. I even met two couples who couldn’t wait, discussing in the corner to share a room.”

"Share a room?"

"Yes, it's probably a bed divided into left and right sides. You use your half, and I use mine. Anyway, if I have a place to go, I won't come to your place."

Listening to Sherlock's words, Watson seemed to understand his situation from the bottom of his heart:
"Then my house doesn't have any extra room for you to live in. If you insist, you can only go to sleep in the remodeled room, but there are two toys in it. Their vitality is indeed very strong. Why don't you stay with them?" live?."

"Then I'd rather sleep on the street." Sherlock said weakly.

Suddenly, it occurred to me that I still had a place to go.
Although I'm not very public-spirited, there is only one other person patronizing that place besides myself. If I can understand the other party, it seems that it is not impossible.

Even if the other party disagrees, it is good to put the luggage there.

So Sherlock said goodbye to Watson immediately, went to the street and called a carriage.

Then, facing the wind and snow, we drove towards the British Museum.

Because of the bad weather, when Sherlock came to the British Library, it was almost early morning, which was the darkest time of the day.

He was carrying heavy boxes, like a foreigner who had been beaten by life.

The library has long been closed, but fortunately Sherlock has countless ways to open the door of this building.

So he came to the remote corridor that he passed every day unimpeded along the way, and then walked to the door with ease.

At this moment, he suddenly hesitated, thinking that guy might be inside right now.

So he knocked on the door.
"This feeling is really strange." Sherlock muttered, seeing that there was no response, he knocked repeatedly several times.It wasn't until he felt that there should be no one inside that he finally carefully tore open a small void crack at the door, and then quickly let a tentacle pull the door bolt open.

Subsequently
he opened the door
(End of this chapter)