Sherlock Holmes

Watson moved the scalpel to his eyes. There was an undiscolored area in the slightly red handle. It was obvious that the material of that piece was different from the material of the knife itself.

"." Watson was silent. Of course he knew that an ordinary scalpel would not have such a complicated design. For a moment, many thoughts flashed through my mind, and in the end I only came up with the most reasonable explanation, which was that the old drunkard had hidden something in the knife.

So, he slowly stood up and walked out of the infirmary.

People in the factory are still busy, and the broken facilities are being repaired at an alarming speed. It seems that they will be back to normal after tonight. One can't help but sigh that the efficiency of these scientific researchers has really reached an incredible level. .

While walking through the factory corridors and facilities, many people saw Watson. They all stopped what they were doing and cast quick glances at him. Watson naturally responded politely. In this way, he walked all the way to a room where In the tool compartment, pick up a hand saw.

"Stab it! Stab it!"

The sharp sound of metal friction began to sound.

The old beggar may have been a really powerful person, but Watson had no respect for him. After all, he was so shameless when he lied to himself about drinking, and when he pretended to be confused.

Therefore, this so-called 'parting gift' left to me was just sawed off, and I didn't feel bad at all.

In fact, Watson still complained a little, thinking that the old guy had better leave something else for himself, otherwise fine, otherwise nothing can be done, after all, the other party is shameless.

The piercing sound lasted for about a minute before the scalpel was sawed off.

As expected, there was indeed something hidden in the center of the handle. It was a small tube made of black metal. After twisting it open from the middle, a small rolled up piece of paper fell out.

Watson picked it up and opened it. Then, a string of extremely scrawled but sharp words appeared in front of his eyes. At a glance, he could tell that the person who wrote these words was the old beggar, because the first line above yes:

【Hello, Mr. Hoss】

Watson couldn't help but smile bitterly, wondering when this old guy would call his name right for once.

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[When you read this letter, we should have been separated for a long time.

I know you miss me very much, but people are different eventually, please don't miss me all the time.

In the previous divination, I said that you could change the world in the future, but you didn't seem to believe it at the time.

This is normal. After all, you are just a doctor. From various perspectives, you should not be able to do anything for the world.

The world is unfair, but in some things, it is absolutely fair.

For example, everyone has only one life.

I know you like fairness. In fact, I also like it. In other words, I like the absolute concept of death. After death, there is nothing. In other words, killing is actually the fastest way to change the world.

I also like beautiful things, autumn nights, golden wheat fields, sunflowers facing the sun, irises, and a family sitting under the gas lamp at night eating baked potatoes.

We like similar things. As I said, you and I were very similar when we were young.

Oh, I'm a little off topic.

As for this scalpel, it probably broke during use. I hope you didn't saw it. I sold wine bottles for three days before I bought this one.

Anyway, I left you a gun.

It's a pretty good gun. It's easy to carry and load. It's just a few years old. I stored it in the underground storage of a London bank with the password "Starry Sky".

So, that's it, hopefully we'll never meet again.

------Vincent】

Watson looked at this letter and sighed again, why does this old guy with half his face missing always like to communicate with himself by writing letters?

Moreover, why did he go to such trouble to hide the letter in the hilt of the knife instead of telling himself directly?

Well, he didn't want to speculate on the other party's way of thinking. He was just a little concerned about where the gun was stored, in the underground storage warehouse of the Bank of London.

It's probably the most secure place in London, and the cost of storing things there is not a small sum.

Was this old guy once very rich?

His eyes fell on the name [Vincent] at the end of the letter, and he couldn't help but smile. It turned out that in the end, the other party was not willing to tell him his full name.

At dusk, the thick fog outside the urban area of ​​London became more serious, making the whole world appear to be bathed in a golden light with extremely low visibility. A carriage drove through the golden fog without any sign or sign. There was no advance notice, so before entering the factory area, he was stopped by security personnel patrolling around.

There were no passengers in the carriage, only the driver. When he saw someone stopping him, he no longer had the intention to go inside. He just took out a letter and handed it to the person in front of him.

"Please give it to Mr. Sherlock Holmes."

He left such a sentence from the beginning to the end. When he saw the security guard taking away the letter, he immediately drove the carriage to turn around and disappeared into the fog again.

The security personnel looked at each other in confusion, not only because of the driver's coming and going, but also because the location of this factory area was extremely secretive, and it was impossible for ordinary people to know about it.

Therefore, the person served by this coachman must be a big shot with an unusual status and the qualification to know this place.

Looking at the envelopes again, the paper is fine, white, very flexible, and may even be waterproof. This kind of paper is expensive to make, and only people with extremely high status may use it. The handwriting of "——To Sherlock" above looks very delicate, and there is a faint fragrance in the ink. It is undoubtedly written by a certain lady.

The security guard didn't dare to delay any longer. Although he didn't know who this Sherlock was, just by looking at his posture, he knew he must be a powerful guy. Otherwise, it would be impossible for a woman with such an extraordinary status to care about him. He trotted into the factory with feelings of admiration and envy.

In the rest room in the factory area, because some facilities need to be rebuilt, it seems that work cannot be started today. Sherlock has a rare moment of rest. Watson seemed to have been injured in the commotion just now, but he was... After scratching it, he could just find a needle and sew it up a few times, and he didn't need to worry about it.

"Dong~dong~dong~" Several knocks on the door sounded.

Sherlock walked over and opened the door and saw a patrol officer outside with a letter in his hand.

"For me?" he asked slightly confused.

"Yes, sir." The man looked at the man in front of him in surprise. He recognized him as the man who single-handedly defended the entire factory today. He couldn't help but respect him even more. At the same time, he felt that such a man A person is indeed worthy of the admiration of a distinguished lady, so he bowed slightly and handed the letter to her with both hands.

Sherlock took the letter and rubbed the texture of the paper with his fingers.

In his mind, this kind of paper was horribly expensive, and it wasn't readily available. He had only seen it a few times when he went to Moriarty's small villa before. I think it was specially provided by the Holy See. products.

So... it was that boy who wrote me a letter?

But when he turned the envelope over and saw the writing on it, he realized that it didn't seem to be from Moriarty.

And the handwriting looks a little familiar.

Open the envelope, take out the letter paper inside, and look at the few short words on it:

【haven't seen you for a long time.

It looks like you rented my room to someone else.

But that person seemed to like tidying up the house more than me, and kept the room very clean, so I didn't care about it.

I'm leaving tonight, and before I leave, I want to see you.

Hope you can come over soon. 】