Sherlock Holmes

The woman behind her stared, covering her mouth with her hands folded.

With a superior family background, she has lived in a comfort zone almost since she was a child. Most of the people around her regard themselves as gentlemen, and fights are rarely seen. But at this moment, the bloody corpse was right in front of him, paralyzed in the two-meter-high steam armor. Without the support of muscles, his head was almost folded in half with his chest! Such a horrifying scene made her fight with all her strength to hold back from screaming.

Watson did not pay attention to Sherlock immediately, but first comforted the lady behind him, and then turned around and said, "Why are you here?"

"ah?"

"Last time someone made trouble for you, I informed you as quickly as possible. Look now, I have been hunted for a whole day. If it weren't for this beautiful lady, I would probably be dead."

"You didn't notify me either." Sherlock spread his hands: "I'm in the hospital, how could I know that someone is trying to kill you?"

"Aren't you a detective? You can't smell the wind blowing more than ten kilometers away and judge that my life is in danger?"

Sherlock's eyes narrowed: "The Holy Light may not be able to do what you said."

Watson ignored Sherlock's explanation, but turned around and bowed slightly to the woman with great gratitude: "I would like to express my most sincere thanks to you again. You saved me, but please forgive me, I can't invite you." Let’s have dinner together, I have to go.”

Under the dim street light, Watson's overly beautiful face and the bloody scene behind him were a very shocking scene. The woman's heart beat wildly in fear. She didn't know what to respond. She felt that at this time... He was completely out of touch with his past life and could only look at the other person in fear.

Therefore, the man in front of him was about to leave and he just met by chance and passed by him.

"My name is Jasmine!" The woman suddenly said to the departing figure, "Jasmine Morstan!"

Watson turned around and took off his hat very gracefully, revealing his beautiful blond hair. Then he placed the hat on his left chest and saluted straightly: "John Watson, I will remember the help you gave me."

Then, it disappeared into the night.

In a very unassuming tavern in the uptown area.

There is no melodious music here, and there is no gas lamp that is brighter with lenses attached. There are only relatively clean tables and chairs, and a bottle of red wine on the wine rack that has not been opened in several years.

This kind of tavern is considered good if it is placed in the Lower City, but here, only the down-and-out nobles come often. These people have lost all their family property, but due to their innate status, they have to He still regards himself as a noble and cannot afford to go to a real high-end restaurant, so he can only come to this kind of pub that is open all night to get drunk and brag to each other about his past glory with the similarly depressed people next to him.

Sherlock and Watson were sitting in an inconspicuous corner, drinking wine that was twice as expensive as the lower city.

Fortunately, they could still drink, which meant that the two men had escaped the capture of their pursuers for the time being.

"So, you were really involved in that plane crash?" Watson said thoughtfully, sipping the wine in his glass.

"Yes, so you should have discovered it. The whereabouts of the Holy Son guy may have been leaked from me, and some people have found out that I am in the White Thorns member list, so in line with the principle of "I would rather kill the wrong person" , the concept of not letting go, these guys are ready to silence everyone in the entire company."

Speaking of this, Watson's eyes narrowed slightly out of habit. Maybe he didn't even realize that there was a touch of loneliness between the two gaps. Although he has always felt that he did not get along very well with these people in the company, but when he saw those people die in a fate that should not belong to them, he still felt a little sad and a little painful. Of course, more I am angry at the absurdity and shamelessness of this world.

"So, who planned this murder?" he murmured.

"This is not a small case. Because there are too many people involved, the clues must be divided into thousands of branches. Fortunately, if you grab one and look up slowly, you will definitely gain something." Sherlock Smiling, he didn't even feel that it was such an unreasonable thing for several airships to hit his head directly. Instead, he felt relieved that he had finally found an interesting case.

"Originally, my expected direction was to focus on the president of the London Medical Association. I dare to guarantee the semi-permanent house I just got in Baker Street. This old guy must be one of the leakers of the whereabouts of the Holy Son. , and it was an intentional leak. He knew in advance that an airship would crash into the crowd.

But unfortunately, the guy died.

Two days ago at 11:30 in the evening, a body was recovered on the inland route to the Cortina administrative district. The face was disfigured and the identity has not yet been determined; but it is most likely that it is the old man. They have grown up and have exactly the same figure. Although they have changed their clothes, they have not had time to change out of their socks and shoes. He should have been preparing to leave on the day of the incident, but he was silenced. By the way, there was a huge sum of 40,000 pounds in his bank account, and his son owed a lot of money from gambling. Because of his debt, someone threatened to chop him into pieces and feed him to pigs.”

"Wait!" Watson interrupted Sherlock: "Didn't you say that you have been hospitalized these days? How did you know these things?"

Sherlock shrugged: "I can't explain it to you clearly, because I don't understand this phenomenon myself, but I can probably confirm that this information is true. What's a bit embarrassing is that I can't directly get a certain question. For the answer, I can only get countless clues, and then find some related ones, summarize and make inferences.”

"I hope this is not a sign that you are suffering from some kind of mental illness." Watson looked at the other party suspiciously: "Then what happens next? If the president dies, the clues are broken."

"Of course it's not interrupted. Two days ago, most of the inland routes to Cortina were ships traveling from the Port of Bohemia, and the Port of Bohemia. It's like a coincidence. That The port happens to be in [Cleveland Parish].”

"Cleveland Parish?" Watson thought this place seemed familiar.

"It's the area under the jurisdiction of the Pope who wanted to kill me before." Sherlock said: "And as far as I know, after the Day of Holy Love, the Pope did not leave London immediately. He even now None of them left, and the entire accompanying team stayed at the Grosvenor House Hotel, which is one of the most expensive hotels in London."

Sherlock took the time to light a cigarette, and then continued:

"This is obviously a problem, because since the assassination of me was unsuccessful, no matter how slow he is, he should be able to sense that there is some relationship between me and the Holy Son, especially since I also showed up on the Day of Holy Love On the one hand, even if he could deceive himself before that day, he would definitely panic after that day. Even if he didn't flee London overnight and hide in the quilt and cry, he would definitely try every means to make up for it.

But he didn't do anything. "

Watson thought for a while: "There is indeed something wrong. He does not dare to return to his parish for fear of getting into trouble. In other words, he is desperately thinking that the Holy Son will definitely die. Even if he does not die, he will not have the time to go there. Never mind the assassination about you, or maybe he felt that the assassination failed, so he was afraid that he would be silenced, so he only dared to hide in the hotel. Anyway, no matter how you look at it, the Pope does know something.

Of course, I'm not a detective, so I don't know if what you said is reliable.

According to my logic, if you want to verify whether these assumptions are correct, the most direct and effective way is to ask him in person. "

Sherlock and Watson looked at each other, then looked at the clock on the wall: "The Grosvenor House Hotel is not far from here. If we go there after drinking this drink, we should be able to get this done before dawn. matter."

As he spoke, he raised the wine glass in his hand:

"Wish us good luck

"We also respect the souls of those who died"

Watson raised his glass and added.