I am creating a esoteric religion in London

Chapter 3 The White Haired Holmes
"Fuck - the female version of Sherlock Holmes!!!"

When Watson heard such horrifying news, he couldn't help spit out a sentence of Chinese quintessence. Fortunately, he was shocked and instinctively used Chinese throughout the sentence, which didn't make little Stanford listen carefully.

Although the little Stanford couldn't understand the foreign language of his comrades-in-arms, he could feel the surprise and said, "Watson, you also know Charlotte?"

"Slightly heard."

Watson quickly restrained his astonishment, pretending to smile relaxedly.

In fact, great waves have already arisen in his heart. If this world is really the detective story of Sherlock Holmes written by Conan Doyle... then shouldn't this Watson of himself be translated as Watson?Am I transmigrating into a character in a novel? ! !

"Interesting, really interesting!"

When he learned that he might have time-traveled and become a fictional character in the novel, Watson was secretly delighted. Hanging out with Holmes...seemed quite interesting, and it seemed that the days to come would not be boring.

However, Watson vaguely remembered that Watson in the original book was a military doctor who graduated from a prestigious school, but how did he become an orphaned leader here? Could this be the legendary time traveler's deviation?
While talking, they turned into a narrow alley, passed through a small side door, and entered a small wing of the Butts Hospital.

For some reason, this place is a bit chilly, with the unique coolness of a mortuary.

Little Stanford seemed to know this place like the back of his hand, and they went upstairs along dark white stone steps and through a long corridor with whitewashed walls and dark brown doors on both sides.

Almost at the end of the corridor, through a low vaulted passageway, leading to the supplies with the laboratory sign.

The laboratory is quite spacious, with countless glass bottles scattered here and there, filled with liquids and particles of various colors.Several short and wide long tables are arranged horizontally, on which are placed gas Bunsen burners, test tubes, distillation bottles and other experimental equipment.

There was only one person working in the room, and she was sitting at a desk in the corner working at her desk. Watson could only see a slender figure in a white coat and a light golden ponytail tied high.

She seemed to be concentrating on studying the items on the table, but she didn't notice anyone coming.

Little Stanford and Watson exchanged glances, and whispered: "You see, I am not talking nonsense, she is quite focused on scientific research."

Watson nodded in agreement, and the two kept silent in a tacit understanding, not interfering with the female detective's research.

Moments later, the light gray figure jumped up and cheered happily: "I found it! I found it!"

Her voice is slightly hoarse and deep, quite magnetic.

Little Stanford seemed to be infected by this joy, and asked with a smile: "Charlotte, why are you so happy?"

The female detective turned around when she heard the sound, and shouted excitedly: "I found a reagent that can only produce a precipitation reaction with hemoglobin, and nothing else will work."

Only then did Watson get a glimpse of the true face of this famous detective.

The first impression of her appearance is that it is extremely eye-catching.

Nearly six feet tall, with an extremely tall and slender body, with long pale golden hair tied into a high ponytail, he looked extraordinarily shrewd and capable.

The ancestry of the female Sherlock Holmes seems to have blood from other countries, and her snow-white skin is as delicate and flawless as fine porcelain.Her facial features are sharp and angular, with a bit of neutral beauty, which makes her look even more heroic.

The thick and beautiful sword eyebrows are slightly raised, and the pair of phoenix eyes are slightly white with a slight tinge, which highlights the deep gray pupils, and the bridge of the nose is tall and elegant.

When she laughs, the two thin lips will be slightly upturned, which is especially cool, and the full chin with the beauty groove also makes her appearance more recognizable.

"With such an eye-catching appearance, it seems that it is not suitable for work such as detectives that require covert operations." Watson thought so.

"Charlotte, this is Watson." Little Stanford introduced: "Watson, this is Charlotte."

Charlotte held out her hand in a friendly manner, "Hello."

"Hello, Miss Charlotte."

Watson held her hand. Her hand was quite strong, and the palm was not soft. There were faint calluses on the tendons under the thumb, between the pads of the four fingers, and between the tiger's mouth. It seemed that she usually had the habit of practicing fencing or firearms. .

He also noticed that the other party was wearing a set of unisex clothes under a white coat, a white shirt with a brown vest, tight breeches that outlined round thighs, and tall leather riding boots that were polished to a shine.

Charlotte asked: "You just came back from Fulstein?"

Watson laughed silently when he heard this classic dialogue. It seems that this is to show himself a wave of deductive reasoning.

He asked tit for tat: "That's right, and you are from the manor outside the city, right?"

Charlotte was stunned for a moment when she heard the words, and swallowed the reasoning that she was going to throw out abruptly.

She looked down at her leather boots, thinking of the muddy streets she saw when she entered the city this morning, obviously there had been a heavy rain in the city.But the Holmes family lived in a manor outside the city, and the ground was firmer without being wet by rain, and it would not be stained with mud prints when stepped on.

Is it inferred from the soles of my boots... Charlotte looked up into Watson's dark eyes, as if she could see something familiar from it, which was what she could see in the mirror every morning rational qualities.

The two looked at each other, suddenly laughed knowingly, and held their hands even tighter.

"Hahaha, Leland, your friend is very interesting!"

"Where is there, I have heard for a long time that there is an extremely smart Miss Charlotte in London. I can meet you today, and the reputation is really well-deserved!"

After Watson and Charlotte's courteous manners, they seemed to be friends who had known each other for many years, making Stanford, a real friend beside him, feel that he seemed a little redundant.

He quickly interjected to show his presence, pointed to the test tube in the female detective's hand and asked, "Charlotte, what is the use of the reagent you mentioned just now that can only precipitate with blood protein?"

Charlotte gave him an annoyed look, and said, "Such a great discovery, Leland, haven't you realized the importance of it? You're still a doctoral student in the medical school."

"Is it used for the identification of dried blood? The current popular guaiac identification method and microscope observation of blood cells are difficult and inaccurate, and can't detect dried blood. Miss Charlotte's discovery is indeed true." It can solve the blood identification problem that has plagued the industry for a long time."

Watson still vaguely remembered this passage, added some of his own cognition, and explained to Stanford Jr.

"That's right! With this new reagent, the problem of bloodstain identification no longer exists!"

Charlotte's beautiful eyes flashed, and she added a few points to Watson's evaluation in her heart.

Watson applauded softly: "Congratulations, congratulations! The Charlotte Holmes identification method will surely become famous in the future! Hundreds of criminals will never get away with it!"

Charlotte put one hand on her chest, bowed slightly in gratitude, and said modestly with a smile: "You are right, if this method could be discovered earlier, the previous von Bischoff murder case, Mason case, Mahler case, Le The Fivell case, the Samson case ... and 20 more cases like these, the murderers in these cases should have been hanged long ago."

"You are really a walking crime dictionary." The little Stanford also smiled and applauded: "With your profound crime knowledge, it is not a problem to start a newspaper, so why not call it "Police Old Records" "."

Watson also complimented very politely, "It must be quite interesting to read."

"Stop making such jokes."

Sherlock waved his hand, "Lelan, what is the purpose of coming to see me this time? Don't invite me to some noble ball again, you know I don't like to participate in such boring things."

"You really blamed me this time." With a look of being wronged, little Stanford pointed to his comrades beside him, and said seriously: "This time I came to you mainly because of Watson. He just retired from the army. Want to find a suitable job, I heard other people at the banquet last night say that you are planning to expand the detective agency recently, you must need to increase the manpower, what do you think of Watson?"

"Don't be kidding. With Mr. Watson's ingenuity, it is more than enough to open a detective agency independently. Why should he be under me."

"No, no, no." Watson repeatedly denied, "I'm still a newcomer in the detective world, and it's my honor to be able to study under Miss Sherlock. I don't need a huge salary, as long as I have enough food and clothing, besides..."

Watson paused and said meaningfully:
"Besides, I have a hunch that following Miss Sherlock to solve the case will definitely be an extremely interesting thing."

Sherlock looked at Watson carefully after hearing the words. If someone else said this, she would definitely think that the other party was an apprentice with ulterior motives.

But when she looked at the eyes of the dark man in front of her, there was indeed no lust, only a pure and strong thirst for knowledge.

Sherlock pondered for a moment, thinking about whether this plan was feasible, and then said after a while: "Since Lilan is your guarantee, I think Mr. Watson is also a person of good character, and I am lucky to have this assistant."

"Haha, of course, Watson is the goshawk of our Berkshire brigade. If he joins your detective agency, you can rest assured."

Seeing that the promise he made to Watson had finally been fulfilled, Little Stanford laughed heartily. He didn't want to lose face in front of this idol.

Watson was also very happy. Serving as Holmes' assistant was an extremely interesting job. "Then shall we sign the contract now?"

"Well... I still have things to do in the afternoon, why don't you come to my detective firm tomorrow morning, Mr. Watson, so that I can get the lawyer to prepare the contract today."

"No problem, where is your detective agency?"

Watson asked the question knowingly. The address of Sherlock Holmes is well-known in later generations. How could he not know it, but he still wanted to hear the address from the Lord himself.

"221B Baker Street."

(End of this chapter)