Sherlock Holmes

Watson frowned slightly.

He has no friends in this world. If he had to name one, it would be Sherlock standing at the door.

Moreover, very few people know that he lives here.

So who's going to call?

He walked over, picked up the phone, spoke briefly to the person inside, and then handed the phone in the direction of Sherlock:

"Looking for you."

Sherlock walked into the room, took the phone and put it to his ear. He couldn't help but smile bitterly when he heard Director Lestrade's voice coming from inside.

"Let me ask, what have you been doing lately? Have you provoked any big shots?"

Director Lestrade definitely didn't know what Sherlock had been doing in the past half year or so. He just felt that the other party hadn't come to the police station for a long time, which made him worry a lot less. In fact, he had been at the police station all the time. Looking forward to it, it would be great if Sherlock would never appear again.

But he never expected that just now, he received a phone call. On the other end of the phone was the top official of the Empire's Ministry of Justice. That was a top-level existence that he could not even imagine.

However, the leader of the Justice Bureau showed an extremely obvious kindness to Lestrade on the phone, as if they were old friends who had not seen each other for many years, and even the other party's words contained a hint of kindness. With a hint of request, he wanted Lestrade to do him a favor.

That is, let him try to see if he can get a detective named 'Sherlock Holmes' to be quiet for the time being in the next few months and not make any big noise.

Lestrade was confused. He didn't know how Sherlock got involved with the leader of the Justice Bureau, but the other party assured him that if this matter was settled, he would most likely be transferred to the Imperial Justice Bureau. .

How could Director Lestrade miss this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, so he immediately called Sherlock.

"I said brother, I don't care what you want to do, but we have known each other for a few years. Can you give me some face and be quiet for a while?"

Sherlock smiled, and then said apologetically: "I'm sorry, if it was other busy work, that would be fine, but I have something very important to do recently."

"What on earth do you want to do?"

"In a few days you'll read it in the papers, and now, trust me, you won't want to know."

After saying that, he hung up the phone.

Watson was not a fool, so he noticed something very keenly. He looked at Sherlock with interest and asked, "Who do you want to kill?"

"Emperor Augustine." Shylock responded directly.

Watson's slightly narrowed eyes seemed to slowly open wider. In fact, he should have thought of this answer a long time ago. According to Sherlock's character, it is absolutely impossible for him to accept this situation.

But to kill the emperor of an empire

Oh no, that person is no longer the emperor, but when he heard Sherlock say these words himself, Watson's heart, which has extremely strong receptive ability, still beat violently.

"You are really crazy."

After Sherlock heard this comment, instead of refuting or being annoyed, he smiled and said, "How about it, do you think my friend is not in vain?"

"Of course!" Watson nodded: "You don't forget to call me for such a thing. It's such an honor."

No one knew what Watson was thinking. At this moment, his faint smile that had remained unchanged for thousands of years seemed to show a real joy and excitement from the bottom of his heart.

Although Augustine is no longer the emperor, no one really thinks that he has become a commoner after taking off his crown, so Lestrade's phone call is definitely just the beginning.

Sure enough, in the early morning of the next day, another phone rang.

This time it was Catherine who called.

The meaning expressed by this eldest lady is also very clear. The person who killed his father has been punished, and the successful demonstration of the experiment has also rectified Professor Darwin's name. If his father Izumi knew this, he must have been satisfied. As for The old man who had taken off his brocade clothes actually wouldn't live long if he didn't kill him, so there was no need to be so decisive.

Sherlock listened to the other party's words carefully, then chatted briefly for a few words, and finally hung up.

The next caller was Hopkins. He told Sherlock very truthfully that although the newspaper said that he and the third division of the Tribunal where he worked were all punished, it was just a formality, and Their group of people did not receive any punishment at all. On the contrary, they even received some unofficial awards. If everything goes well, next year they will be promoted to law enforcement officers as an exception.

Sherlock congratulated Hopkins on his career, and then buttoned up the microphone without listening to the other person's next words.

The time came to noon, and a very eye-catching motorcade appeared on Baker Street, with pure white nun uniforms, a white horse, a carriage that perfectly combined gorgeousness and solemnity, and the followers behind the carriage. Dozens of clergymen all showed the identity of the owner of this car.

Under normal circumstances, when these people appear in the city, they must be covered up to a certain extent. After all, no matter how noble they are, they don't want to be noticed wherever they go, and then they kneel down and worship along the way with the most surprised expressions. .

But this time, this group of people was in a hurry. It seemed that they had come all night from a nearby place. They made a mighty journey until they stopped in front of No. 221B.

Immediately afterwards, amid the worship of countless people along the way, Her Majesty the Holy Lady quickly got off the carriage. She didn't even have time to change out of her gorgeous and dazzling dress. She held it with her hands and hurriedly knocked on the door of the room on the roadside. .

No one knew why she was so nervous, let alone what kind of person living in No. 221B could make Her Majesty the Saint so panicked. In short, the people around her only saw that the person who opened the door seemed to be just an ordinary person. man.

However, Her Royal Highness the Saint completely ignored the gazes of the people around her and did not wait for the servants to dismiss the people around her. She said excitedly without wanting to wait for a second: "Don't go. Please."

It was just a few simple words, but when people who were close heard it, their expressions were as if they had woken up early and seen the blue sun outside the window, and they were completely confused.

As if nothing was wrong, the man inside the door stepped aside and made an inviting gesture: "I knew you would come, so come in and sit down first. After all, you are going back to your home."

Just like that, Her Royal Highness the Saint walked into the door, and then the door closed with a click, leaving only the stunned people all over the street, looking at the store they usually passed by on their way to work with incredible eyes. In a humble apartment, I don’t know what expression I should put on.

Of course, this is actually not the most incomprehensible thing.

Because just a few hours later, at 6:30 pm, at sunset, the sunset is at its most brilliant.

An airship slowly descended from the sky in an extremely unreasonable way.

With the huge roar of the turbine and the terrifying wind pressure, it suddenly landed at the intersection of Baker Street and blocked all traffic!

Immediately, a maid followed His Royal Highness the Son of God stepped off the airship and went straight to the door of No. 221B Baker Street, knocking on the door angrily and urgently.

"Sherlock! Come out!"