Bell –

Bell –

In the distant direction, the bell tower of Birzinham, which has not changed for a hundred years, comes from the sound of the bell ringing leisurely.

Although the sound is ethereal, every citizen living in Birzin will be sensitive. This is the sense of belonging imprinted in the bones, and it is the historical heritage of the century-old city.

Sherlock wore a single-breasted, dark-colored midi coat, a short cape with a wide neckline, and a bowler hat on his head, and walked briskly down the long streets of Baker Street.

The sharp-eared black cat followed in unison, like an intimate pet.

Hearing the bell, Sherlock stopped, took out his gold-encrusted rose pocket watch, and opened the lid with a click, and the time was exactly 17 o'clock in the afternoon.

Then, Sherlock put away his pocket watch, followed the etiquette of a top student at Birzin City University, pressed his round-brimmed top hat in his hand, and bowed slightly to the bell tower in the distant direction.

After the salute, Sherlock straightened the folds in his clothes and continued to walk towards the apartment at 23 South Street.

From North Street to South Street, it's a bit far from two kilometers. In general, it should cost 2 crowns for a horse-drawn carriage. Or be more extravagant and spend 9 crowns in a privately hired carriage.

But Sherlock still likes to walk around and see more and feel the noisy and full of old-world British cities around him.

"How about a code name for you?"

Sherlock chuckled softly as he walked.

When Brooke heard this, a trace of doubt flashed in her green eyes, and she asked in a voice that spoke to each other in her heart:

"Codename? Why replace the number? ”

"I can't always shout at a cat, Ms. Brooke, can I? I think you should have a proper code name. ”

"Watson, do you like the name?" Sherlock chuckled.

"Watson? Does it have any special meaning? Brooke continued to wonder.

"It represents a permanent companion, and a ...... of love," Sherlock didn't know what to think of, and smiled again regardless of the image.

"Inexplicably, there's no way I'm going to accept a messy name!" Brooke shook her head and asked with vigilance:

"Why did you suddenly have this thought? What are the special intentions? ”

Sherlock raised the three fingers of his right hand and twisted them:

"Nothing special, just happy! The joy of money blessing! ”

"Closed the case perfectly, received the honorarium, and returned without any danger! What could be happier than that? I decided, take out 50 crowns and buy a few more fish for a meal! ”

Brooke glared at Sherlock in exasperation, but she was now in black cat form, and she still had a subtle taste sensation when she heard the word "fish".

Brooke gritted her teeth and could only endure turning her face sideways and not continue the topic.

Sherlock was still happily saying:

"Seventeen families, a total of 26 pets. The most generous of all, Mr. Abramo, paid an honorarium of three gold pounds. The most stingy Kroenke couple paid a gratuity of 40 crowns. ”

"In less than a day, I've earned 13 gold pounds and 79 crowns!"

"This is my proudest case of the year! I received money, friendly compliments from seventeen families, and a piece of news in the Birzingham Daily tomorrow. ”

Sherlock's steps grew more and more brisk, and it seemed that the gold and pound bills and the silver krona coins hidden in his inner pocket were dancing with him.

Brooke looked at Sherlock with disdain, and mocked in a psychic whisper:

"How can a pitiful amount of money make you so happy? It's ridiculous, the mortals who chase money in this world are extremely ridiculous and sad behaviors. ”

"The most brilliant essence of life is sublimation and evolution! From the mortal to the extraordinary, from the extraordinary to the angel, from the angel to the path of the true God! ”

Sherlock just shook his head, looked back and asked:

"How old are you?"

Brooke wanted to say nineteen, but after thinking about it, it didn't seem to be more than that in her lost memory. Moreover, it has only been more than a year since she awakened consciousness.

Brooke was stunned, and didn't know how to answer for a while.

"You have the ability to come and go in any household, eat as much as you want, and never worry about life. The nature of your life is different, so your reasoning does not apply to everyone else......"

"And I happen to be a vulgar person too."

Sherlock finished speaking, and walked forward with a brisk pace again.

......

About an hour later, it was almost in front of the apartment building.

The sharp-eared black cat's footsteps suddenly stopped, and its black tail was raised high.

"What's wrong?" Sherlock looked back suspiciously, looking at Brooke who was tense and wary.

"I smell danger!" Brooke said solemnly.

"Do you mean in our apartment?" Sherlock frowned.

"Well, there's an unknown smell of danger that touches my senses. Or maybe it's something more powerful than me, or maybe it's some unknown seal! ”

Brooke said, looking up at Sherlock:

"I can't be there for you, it causes both of them to fall into passivity. I'll leave first and observe the ...... in a hidden place."

After saying that, she immediately disappeared like a black smoke, quickly moving away.

Sherlock didn't know what to do, took a deep breath, and also with vigilance, approached the door of apartment 23.

He was about to knock on the door when suddenly the door opened.

"I knew you were back, little Sherlock."

The door was opened by a man of nearly thirty years old, dressed in a dark Peugeot tuxedo, tall, with a high nose and deep eyes, a light blonde hairstyle combed meticulously, a mustache between his lips, and an image of arrogance.

"Malfoy?" Sherlock was stunned for a moment, pressed his bowler hat, and saluted slightly.

"Come in, there's something I want to inform you."

Malfoy smiled vaguely and made a gesture to come in.

Sherlock walked in slowly, and could see Mrs. Madson sitting on the sofa made of old blankets in the first-floor living room, and seemed to have a sad expression.

"What's the matter, Mrs. Madson, is there anything unwell?"

Sherlock hurried over, took off his top hat, and sat down beside Mrs. Madson and whispered comfort.

"Malfoy wants to sell the apartment...... Mrs. Madson said in a melancholy tone of impotence, clutching her handkerchief.

"What?" Sherlock was stunned and looked up at Malfoy.

Malfoy was the adopted son of Mr. and Mrs. Madson, and since Mr. Madson was unable to have children due to illness, he adopted his brother's son as his adopted son. After Mr. Madson's death, Malfoy had the right to inherit the family property, including the house.

"Yes, I need to sell my apartment to raise funds. Even if it is not sold, the building will be rented to a private club as a whole, and there will be no more possibilities for home. ”

"Mrs. Madson will move to the country, and I have arranged for that. And you, little Sherlock, you have to clean up your personal belongings and get ready to move away. ”

Malfoy said, looking at Sherlock, and added:

"You have three more days to prepare. Also, you will have to settle a debt, and I will tell you the exact amount. ”

"Arrears?" Sherlock frowned, as if he didn't have this presence in his memory.

"It's too sudden, isn't it? Besides, I need time! Sherlock said quickly.

"I said, three days, just three days."

Malfoy tilted his head to look at Sherlock, reached out and took out a piece of cardboard, and handed it over:

"If you have any objections, you can go to the club and find me. Well, you know the address. Tonight, after dinner, I'll have a little bit of private time at the club. ”

With that, regardless of Mrs. Madson and Sherlock's opinions, Malfoy turned and picked up the top hat on the table, picked up the bronze cane, nodded, and strode out the door.

Mrs. Madson wiped her tears and remained silent in her sorrowful mood.

Sherlock looked at the piece of cardboard in his hand, which read:

"Solomon's Esoteric Club".