Since Quezar left here, it has been a rare rainstorm in the imperial capital, and the city is covered with fog and humidity.

When Char walked down the street, the city was still haggard and sleepy in the mist and dew, and the street lamps on the street vaguely depicted the street scene in the fog, like an ink painting.

The imperial capital should not be called the imperial capital anymore. Because since Arthur's death, Britannia has not had an emperor, and now the real name of the city should be - Pendragon.

It is named after the original emperor.

This centuries-old city has witnessed the rise and fall of dynasties. Over the centuries, what has changed is all kinds of people, but what has not changed is the culture and history of the city that has been carefully preserved.

The history of Britannia is not as thick as that of the North Star. But this scenery where East meets West culture has a unique visual impact.

Char walked through the street, walked through an archway, walked in the mist to Beizhou Street, and finally entered a garden.

This is the garden near the location of the tavern in the imperial capital, which was built about thirty years ago and is very popular with the old people here.

Upon entering the garden, Char's appearance changed dramatically, his magic robe changed into a suit, and his white hair turned black and was combed back into oily hair.

Fate is changeable, and no one knows what form he will appear in front of your eyes.

Maybe it's just a stranger passing by, or maybe it's just an ordinary greeting, a casual coincidence. The gears of fate are quietly turning.

And today, Char intends to become the hub of the turning gears himself......

He walked slowly along the bluestone path of the garden, along the garden's pool, and then his eyes focused on the public seats at the edge of the path.

There sat a middle-aged man in his twenties and thirties, looking very haggard, with slightly reddened hair and beard, who looked to be of Celtic blood, but not much.

"Are you okay?"

The man raised his head slightly, looked at the strange man in front of him, he recalled for a moment, and then asked suspiciously.

"Do I know you?"

"I just don't think you're in the right state." Char smiled, "Your face is sallow, thin like a reed. ”

"I just came down from the battlefield of Harinia." The man said.

Although the world war has been suspended for a long time, there are still some minor frictions in this era, but most of them are proxy wars for regional interests.

And now, this man is from those battlefields.

"I was seriously injured, and it didn't take long for me to recover." He pointed to the crutch on his side, "Just look at this crutch." ”

"War is like that, whether it is won or lost, it is a sin of many pains piled up." Char said.

The man nodded, "You have a point. ”

"What are you going to do now?" Char asked.

"Find a place to stay first." He said, "I want to rent a room at a fair price, but it's a comfortable house, but I don't know if it's good to find it in the imperial capital, if it really can't work, I guess I'll have to move out of here." ”

Char raised her eyebrows and muttered in some surprise, "Today you are the second person to say this to me." ”

"Who's the second?" He asked.

"A man who works in a hospital laboratory, this morning he was still sighing and saying that he had found a few good houses, but unfortunately his wallet was not thick enough, but he couldn't find anyone to share them."

The man's eyes lit up, and he quickly stood up, "Aren't I just right?" ”

Char's eyelids closed, "I haven't asked you what your name is?" ”

"Watson." Watson said, "John Watson. ”

"Have you ever heard the name Sherlock Holmes?" Char asked.

Watson thought for a moment, then shook his head, "What's wrong with him, is he annoying?" ”

"It's not annoying, it's just that people are a little weird and obsessed with scientific research."

"I guess he's a medical student, right?" He asked.

"No, but he is also proficient in anatomy, and he is a first-class pharmacist, but he has never studied medicine systematically, and his learning is very miscellaneous and very out-of-the-way."

"Didn't you ask him what he does?" Watson asked again.

"I don't really know him very well, but I only bump into him occasionally. And he's not the kind of person who can easily make words, and even, he will make your bottom line very clear in turn, and he is very good at doing this. ”

Char could clearly see Watson's face showing an interested look.

"Then I'll have to get to know him for a while."

"I actually just want to find someone who is studious and quiet. I'm not in good health, I can't stand the noise and excitement, I've had enough on the battlefield. ”

"He should be in the lab by now." Char whispered, "Come with me." ”

On the way to the lab, Char told Watson the details of the tenant.

"Don't blame me if you don't get along." Char said.

"It's not difficult to separate if you don't get along." Watson said.

As they said this, they walked into a narrow alley, through a small side door, to the wing of a large hospital. Char was familiar with this place, so he didn't need to be led up the cold stairs through a long corridor. The sides of the hallway were painted white, and several small brown doors opened on them. At the end of the corridor there is a low arched passage leading to the laboratory.

As they stood in the hallway, they could hear a violent crackling sound coming from the laboratory, and Watson's mind conjured up a figure with a whip whipping someone.

"Like I said." Char continued, "This man is a bit too scientific, he often whips corpses in the dissection room. ”

"Whip the corpse!" Watson frowned, "Why would he do this?" ”

"To prove what kind of scars can be done after death."

Watson frowned, but slowly followed Char inside, and they entered the laboratory.

The pure white room was littered with bottles, and several large low tables were placed on top of them with distillation bottles, test tubes, and alcohol lamps that shone with blue flames.

There was only one person in the room, working at a table in the back, and when he saw them coming, he looked up at them.

He is very tall, should be more than 1.85 meters, his hair is somewhat naturally curly, and his face is relatively long.

"Do you have pagers?" He said.

Watson pulled a pager out of his trouser pocket and handed it to him.

He hurried forward to take the pager from Watson's hand, but asked as he typed.

"Barema or Harinia?"

Watson was stunned, "What?" ”

He turned his head to look at Watson, "Which country, Harinia or Barema?" ”

"Harinia." Watson replied subconsciously, but then, he asked suspiciously, "How do you know?" ”

"Do you want coffee?"

Sherlock walked slowly to the coffee machine on the side and poured himself a cup of coffee.

"No, you don't." Watson said.

"What do you think about the strong smell of tobacco?" Sherlock asked.

The speed of his words was very fast, and the pace of the conversation was very fast, and Watson was obviously a little unable to keep up, and said with some confusion, "What? ”

Still, he replied, "I'll smoke some cigarettes myself." ”

"I tinker with chemicals a lot, and occasionally do some experiments, would you mind?"

After a pause, he thought for a moment, "Let me think about what other shortcomings I have, sometimes I don't speak for a few days, do you mind?" ”

He looked at Watson, "If two people are roommates, it's best to understand each other's worst stinky problems first. ”

Watson looked at Char, "Did you tell him about me in advance?" ”

Char raised her eyebrows and shook her head.

"Who said about roommates?" Watson was even more confused.

"I told him." Sherlock walked to the side and picked up an overcoat, "I told him yesterday that I had a hard time finding a roommate, and he brought you here early this morning, and apparently served in Harinia, it's not hard to guess." ”

"How do you know about Harinia?"

"I found a nice spot in the middle of Baker Street, and the rent was cheap enough for the two of us to afford." Sherlock clearly didn't mean to answer the question, "Tomorrow at noon, we'll meet there." ”

With that, he prepared to turn and leave the place.

But Watson stopped him, "Is that all?" ”

Sherlock turned his head and looked at him quizzically, "What's wrong?" ”

"We haven't known each other yet, we haven't made an appointment on a place, and we don't know what each other is like, so let's just go to find a house together?" Watson said.

Sherlock stared at him silently, speaking in a very quick tone.

"I know you're a medic who has just been repatriated from Harinia, and you have a brother who cares about you, but you don't want to ask him for help, you don't like him, maybe because he's an alcoholic, or more likely because he's just abandoned his wife, and I know that your physiotherapist thinks your lameness is a mental illness, and I'm afraid it is.

That's enough, isn't it? ”

After saying that, he turned his head and left here directly, but he looked at him when he opened the door.

"My name is Sherlock Holmes and my address is 221B Baker Street."

With a click, the door closed directly, and for a moment, the laboratory was silent.

Watson turned his head to look at Char, "How the hell did he know this?" ”

Char smiled mysteriously and said, "That's his magic, and many people want to know why he can do things like a god." ”

Watson watched silently at the door where Sherlock had left, without a word.

At this moment, an inexplicable curiosity gradually enveloped him.

He was desperate to unravel the mystery of this man.

After thanking his friend for the string, he walked out of the place and walked towards the hotel...... (End of chapter)