what do you think sherlock

Chapter 2 Cat, Coffee and Sherlock
"I remembered how you described him yesterday." Di Renjie carefully recalled John Watson's conversation with Stanford Jr. in the park yesterday. "In this way, he is indeed not an ordinary person."

"When you see him, you will be surprised." Little Stanford looked at Di Renjie strangely, "John, I have to say something first. If you don't get along well afterwards, don't ask me to be responsible. After all, it was yesterday. You yourself offered to share the apartment with him."

"Of course, don't worry." Di Renjie clinked glasses with Little Stanford to express his relief.

Although little Stanford described the Mr. Sherlock Holmes as very strange, but Di Renjie faintly smelled some kind of breath in these fragmented words.

This made him look forward to this Mr. Holmes even more.

"Meow," Di Renjie and Little Stanford were chatting passionately when suddenly a meow sounded from under their table, and then Di Renjie felt something rub against his trousers.

So Di Renjie and little Stanford lowered their heads together and looked under the table.

At this time, a Maine Coon cat with beautiful silver tabby hair was hovering under the table of the two of them.

"This is really a cute kitten." Little Stanford's heart was instantly captured by this cute long-haired cat. It was the first time for Di Renjie to see such a cute kitten. In the previous life, the nobles in Chang'an also liked to raise raccoon slaves. , but the breed of the cat was quite different from what he had seen before.

"Wait a minute," Little Stanford was trying to pick up the silver-haired kitten, but Di Renjie keenly observed some water stains on the cat's tail.

He picked up the towel on the dining table, comforted the kitten with a smile, and carefully wiped the water stains on the cat's tail.

The water stains were black and red. Di Renjie took the water-stained towel to his nose and sniffed it lightly.

"It smells like black tea," Di Renjie folded the towel and put it back on the table.

"It seems that our little cutie just went to make trouble in the kitchen." Little Stanford picked up the kitten, but the kitten seemed a little reluctant, turned its head, looked at Di Renjie with watery sapphire eyes, and Di Renjie gave It is a helpless look.

At this time, about 5 minutes had passed since the two sat down.

Outside the door of Claytree's Bar, a tall and thin figure came from a distance.He was wearing a black windbreaker and a tall felt hat on his head. He walked very fast, like a sharp knife stabbing forward.

"Jingle Bell,"

The door of the bar was pulled open by this slender man. He was about to step in, but his eyes were always looking around, but he keenly caught a figure who was a bit rash walking out of the door in a hurry. The two almost collided. with a full heart.

"Sorry, sorry."

The hurried figure was wearing the uniform of the bartender, with a nervous expression on his face, and ran away rudely without waiting for a reply.

"It's kind of interesting," the slender man squinted his eyes and looked at the back of the far away guest, as if he had noticed something incongruous.

"Sherlock, here."

Little Stanford's voice came from inside the bar. The man turned around quickly, revealing a thin but angular face. His gray eyes quickly locked on to Little Stanford's position, showing a kind smile, and strode away.

Di Renjie also immediately noticed this gentleman who didn't look like an ordinary person.

While waving, Little Stanford handed the silver kitten to Di Renjie.Di Renjie took the kitten and stood up with little Stanford.

"This is Dr. John Watson." Little Stanford smiled and introduced the two people who had never met before. "This is Sherlock Holmes."

Di Renjie looked at Mr. Sherlock calmly.

Sherlock has a lot of adhesive tape on his hands, and the mottled and rough skin under it can be vaguely seen. With the help of John Watson's rich medical knowledge, Di Renjie judged that he should be in frequent contact with chemical reagents.

He has a slender body, long hands and feet, and is very flexible when walking. Some calluses can be seen on the back of the palm, which shows that he has good close combat skills.

With sharp eyes, he has been carefully observing the surrounding environment all the way from the gate.

"It's better to be famous than to meet," Di Renjie thought. He took out his right hand holding the cat, wiped it on a clean napkin, and stretched it forward.

"Hello,"

"Hello," Sherlock showed a friendly smile, and held Di Renjie's right hand, "Sorry for being late, at noon, one of my reagents was just in the critical stage of research, so..."

Sherlock shrugged and smiled apologetically.

"Don't worry about it," Di Renjie waved his hand, Sherlock's attitude was very friendly, without the arrogance he expected,

"I hope your research will have a good result."

"Of course, in fact, I have successfully developed it." Sherlock said a little excitedly, with an unconcealable smile on his face.

"It's the reagent that can identify blood stains you mentioned last time?" Little Stanford seemed to have remembered something.

"That's right, a reagent that can only undergo a precipitation reaction with hemoglobin. I believe you can all realize how important this discovery is."

"From the perspective of chemistry, it's really interesting." Di Renjie tried his best to recall the knowledge of pharmacy and chemistry in John Watson's memory, but he was still in the stage of knowledge recorder after all, and he still had some knowledge about academics in this new world Some half-knowledge, but the intuition of being a great detective made him suddenly realize the real purpose of this reagent.

"Wait, can there be a reaction regardless of the time and concentration of the blood stain?" Di Renjie said in surprise.

When Sherlock heard this sentence, his eyes lit up, as if he had found a bosom friend.

"I can't guarantee its limit, but a blood-water ratio of one in a million, or blood that has dried up for a few months or even a year or two, can be detected by this reagent." Sherlock said in a proud tone with humble words.

"It's amazing!" Di Renjie understood the meaning of this reagent in an instant. If he had such a tool in his previous life, many cases could be solved quickly... Thinking of this, Yuan Fang, Hu Jinghui, Jin Mulan, Ruyan... ...The figures of old people appeared in his mind one by one. Unfortunately, although Di Renjie had a new life, he could not return to his hometown after all.

"That's much more convenient than the current guaiac identification method." Little Stanford's exclamation suddenly interrupted Di Renjie's thoughts and made him turn his attention back to reality.

"Indeed, the murder of von Bischoff in Frankfurt last year, if there had been such a test, the murderer would have been hanged. There is also Mason of Bradford; the notorious Moller; Maum Lofevo of Pellier, and Symson of New Orleans. I can cite more than a dozen cases in which this method would have been decisive."

The more Sherlock talked, the more excited he became.

Little Stanford couldn't help laughing, he looked back at Di Renjie and said:

"Sherlock is a living dictionary of crime. He could start a newspaper called The Old Police News."

Although he was a human being in two lifetimes, it was the first time for Di Renjie to meet a person who likes to investigate and solve cases as much as himself.

"I can't wait to see it." Di Renjie said with a smile.

"By the way, let's talk about the shared renting. Let's not forget the business." Little Stanford looked at the two of them.

Sherlock nodded, smiled and said:
"I have taken a fancy to an apartment on Baker Street. It is very suitable for two people to share. You don't mind the smell of tobacco?"

"I don't mind, I also smoke." Di Renjie responded according to Watson's previous habits.

"Very well, besides, I often do some chemicals and occasionally do experiments. Does this hinder you?"

"Never." In fact, Di Renjie is quite interested in the chemical experiments in this world.

"Let me see—what other faults do I have? Sometimes I am in a bad mood, and I don't talk for days at a time; in such cases, don't think that I am angry, and will soon be well. You have Do you want to talk about any shortcomings? Before two people live together, it is best to understand each other's biggest shortcomings."

This kind of co-rental experience was also the first for Di Renjie, and he found it very interesting.

He thought about it carefully, and combined some experiences of John Watson, he said: "My nerves have been stimulated, and I am most afraid of noise. I don't know when to get up every day, and my work and rest are not particularly regular, but I am trying to improve. In my healthy body At the time, there were other bad habits, but these are the main shortcomings at the moment."

"Ah, very well," said Holmes, smiling cheerfully. "If you are satisfied with the house, I think we may regard the matter as settled."

"Then when are you going to see the house?"

"How about tomorrow at noon, we will meet at the gate of the hospital."

"It could not be better."

"Cheers," Little Stanford raised the beer in his hand, Di Renjie raised the half of mead, and Sherlock raised a glass of boiling water before he had time to order wine.

"Good day, gentlemen,"

The three of them had just finished drinking, when there was an old but full of spirit sounded beside them.

Di Renjie and the others turned their heads and saw an old gentleman in a well-dressed suit, leaning on an oak cane, and with a long fluffy gray beard standing beside them.

"Good day, Your Excellency, what can I do?" The three stood up.

"I'm sorry to interrupt your pleasant conversation, I just came to find my naughty kitten." After the old man finished speaking, he looked at the silver-haired Maine Coon cat in Di Renjie's hand with a smile.

"Elizabeth, the visitor's time is coming to an end."

"Meow," the kitten saw its owner, and scratched Di Renjie's shoulder reluctantly, as if saying goodbye, and then jumped onto the old man's shoulder very nimbly.

"She likes you very much, sir." The old gentleman happily stroked Elizabeth's head and said to Di Renjie.

"My honor," although Di Renjie only got along with him for a while, but he also liked this spiritual Maine Coon cat very much.
"Goodbye, Elizabeth." He waved to the kitten.

Elizabeth raised her fluffy tail and waved it gently in the air.

"Sir, your coffee is here." A waiter with a plate took out a cup of coffee and put it on the old man's place, and after a reminder, he turned to the next table.

"Thank you gentlemen for taking care of Elizabeth just now," the old man bowed slightly, "Now the old man is going back to enjoy his coffee time, goodbye."

"Goodbye," the three said goodbye to the old gentleman.

When the old gentleman returned to his seat, Sherlock turned to look at the two of them, and said in a slightly lowered voice:
"An old gentleman from the West of England who later settled in London. He studied in Scotland when he was young. It should be the University of Edinburgh."

Little Stanford touched Di Renjie's arm with his hand,
"Sherlock is going to show his special ability again. Although I think the old gentleman's Cockney accent is very authentic, but Sherlock is always right in this kind of thing."

Di Renjie showed a curious look on his face, but he could probably guess the reason behind Sherlock's inference. When he judged a case in his previous life, he could judge a person's past by his accent, appearance, clothing and living habits. Inference often requires a lot of pre-knowledge, and his current understanding of the world is still too superficial to do what Sherlock is doing now.

"The gentleman has a real Cockney accent, and has evidently lived in London a long time, but there are two nuances," he said.

Holmes tried his best to speak in a calm tone, but a trace of complacency revealed his innermost feelings.

Di Renjie immediately realized that this Mr. Sherlock is a person who is very useful to the surprise and admiration of others. According to the words of his previous life, he likes to show himself before others, but this is not a shortcoming. In a sense, It can even be called simple.

"One is that there is a slight tongue-tapping sound at the end of some words. This is a typical Welsh accent, but the degree is very light, so it should not be Welsh, but live in several counties near the Welsh border in England, Cheshire, Shropshire County, North Staffordshire are all possible, but in general, it cannot be separated from the category of West England; the other is some words, which are not commonly used by Londoners, but typical Scottish English."

"It turns out to be like this," Little Stanford suddenly realized.

"Next, why would a person born in the West of England go to Scotland for a while? There are two possibilities here, one is to go to Scotland with his family to make a living, and the other is to go to Scotland to study; but the latter is more likely, because recently People who want to make a fortune for decades either go to the colonies to pan for gold or come to London to make a living. Scotland has never heard of any good business; and if they go to Scotland to study or middle school, England has too many choices, so there is no need to look far away, but For a university, it can only be the University of Edinburgh."

After Holmes finished speaking, he took a sip of boiling water with great satisfaction.

"It's wonderful." Di Renjie and Little Stanford couldn't help but admire.

Sherlock's performance made Di Renjie couldn't help but recall the scene when he solved the case in his previous life. It was also so meticulous and intertwined. For a moment, when he looked at Holmes, he felt a sense of intimacy as if he was seeing a fellow from his hometown. .

"Plop," a heavy object fell to the ground, accompanied by the sound of the glass smashing, pulling Di Renjie back from his deep thoughts.

For some reason, he suddenly felt familiar.

Di Renjie turned to the direction of the sound, and Sherlock also reacted at the same time.

The two saw a middle-aged man dressed as a businessman on the table in front of him, convulsed and fell to the ground, with a broken coffee cup in his hand, and the strong aroma of coffee permeated the air.

Sherlock's eyes sparkled with a kind of excitement like seeing prey.

Di Renjie quickly looked around and thought:

It's unlucky for a murderer to have a detective on the scene when he commits the crime.

The murderer who dared to commit the crime while the two detectives were present at the same time,

It's been a lifetime of bad luck.

(End of this chapter)