Char also walked out of the hospital slowly, he quietly watched Watson's departing back, without words.

"You went out early in the morning and changed into such clothes, did you come to him?"

A voice from the side caught Char's attention.

He turned his head and saw Alicia standing at his elbow not far away, watching him.

She was wearing a white woolen coat and matching hat, a pair of white boots, and her long silver-white hair dancing in the wind.

"The magic is restless, and some things underground are a little uneasy." Char whispered, "I didn't really want to care, because I could leave it to the Exorcist Division." But. They're targeting people they shouldn't. ”

Char said it very vaguely, but Alicia could understand what he meant.

"It looks like just a normal person." She said.

"In this world, everyone has a role to play. If you do everything yourself, you will be very tired. Char replied.

Alicia nodded nondeniably.

"Did you come to me for something?"

"Tony told me that his mech was stolen. There was no reaction during the surveillance, and the mech disappeared in an instant. He then found out that the mecha was in a villa in the imperial capital and was being manipulated by a girl. Alicia raised her head, as if waiting for his explanation.

Char shrugged, "He wasn't there when I went. And the mecha itself was made by me for him, didn't I? ”

"That's right, but you should leave him some information." Alicia said helplessly, "Tony thought that the artificial intelligence he designed had defected and modified the data system to deceive him, and he was half scared to death." ”

"Not surprisingly." Char nodded, "After all, he really experienced it in the past. Moreover, the artificial intelligence system he is using now almost replicates the neural circuits of humans, and it is more autonomous while growing stronger.

But didn't he suspect me? ”

"He doesn't think you'll do such a thing." "Because you've always done things very well." But I guess it's you. ”

"Or do you know me." Char teased.

Alicia smiled helplessly, paused, and said, "Is she happy to receive that?" ”

Char turned her head slowly, her eyes flashing with an unknown light, and in his sight, she was manipulating the mech to fly towards Beichen at a speed of Mach 1, and he could hear her screaming as she felt the wind coming from all directions.

People in this era have not yet launched satellites, or even if they do, they will not be very advanced, so the sky is still very safe now.

"She should be happy." Char muttered softly.

Alicia nodded, "Have you eaten breakfast?" ”

"Not yet."

She stepped forward and grabbed Char's arm, "There is a century-old pastry shop nearby, and Napoleon in it is delicious." ”

"Let's go."

As Sherlock Holmes had arranged, Watson met the next day punctually at the door of the house he had mentioned at 221B Baker Street.

He waited at the door for a while, but he came early, so it was normal, and soon, a scarab taxi stopped in front of the house.

Sherlock got out of the car and complained to Watson.

"The scientists in Britannia should really upgrade the shock of this car.

I just rolled down the hill in a regular car without such a bumpy ride. ”

Watson shrugged, "They can't do anything without Tesla." ”

He held out his hand to him.

"Hello, Mr. Holmes."

"Just call me Sherlock."

Watson looked around, "The location here is good, and the rent should not be low." ”

"The landlord's Mrs. Hudson gave me a discount, she owed me a favor, and I helped a little when her husband was sentenced to death a few years ago."

"So you saved his husband from the death penalty?"

"No, I provided key evidence to establish his guilt." Sherlock said.

Watson raised an eyebrow.

Sherlock opened the door and walked in, followed by Watson.

Mrs. Hudson was a very kind old lady who always had a smile on her face when she talked to people. And will carefully make them coffee, the room is also very comfortable. There are two bedrooms and a spacious living room.

The interior is very warmly furnished, with two large windows and good lighting. They were very happy with all aspects of the house, and the rent was acceptable to both of them after it was split.

So, they finalized it on the spot and rented the house immediately. That night, he moved his luggage from the hotel where he was staying, and Holmes brought in several of his suitcases and travel bags the next morning.

For the next day or two, they were busy unpacking their bags and putting their belongings in place.

Sherlock Holmes took over the kitchen table, piling all his strange chemical containers with all sorts of bottles and jars, but Watson could understand it given his profession.

It's just that some human bones and human tissues that he doesn't know where to get them take some time to get used to.

After doing this, they gradually settled down and began to become familiar with their surroundings.

Sherlock Holmes is indeed not difficult to get along with. He is not very mobile, and his life is regular. He usually went to bed before ten o'clock in the evening, and in the morning before he got up, Holmes finished breakfast and went out. Sometimes he spent the whole day in the laboratory, sometimes in the dissection room, and occasionally he walked long distances to places where there were many beggars.

He will be incomparably energetic, but he will also have the opposite situation from time to time, lying on the sofa in the living room for several days, not saying a word from morning till night, motionless.

If it weren't for the fact that he lived a rigorous and clean life, Watson would really suspect that he would fly leaves.

After a few weeks, Watson's interest in the man grew, and he often tried to pry Holmes open and get him to talk about his situation.

It's not that he is too bored, Watson rarely pays attention to things outside, his physical condition does not allow him to go outside, and he has no friends to visit him, his life is very monotonous and dull, so it is natural to turn his attention to this mysterious roommate.

The quality of Holmes's violin is very good, it can be said to be outstanding, but it is also a little weird, like his other talents.

He was able to play a wide range of pieces, including some of the most difficult ones, as Watson was well aware of this, as he had performed several of Mendesson's "ballads" at his invitation. However, when he pulls it alone, it is not out of tune at all.

At dusk, he would lean back in his chair, close his eyes, put the violin on his lap, and pluck the strings with his hands. Sometimes the plucked strings sound high-pitched but sad. Sometimes the strings are plucked but strange and cheerful. Apparently this shows his state of mind.

It's been a week or two since I moved in, and no one has petitioned, and Watson apparently thinks that this roommate is like him, and has no friends.

But he soon discovered that he had many acquaintances, all of whom came from different walks of life. Some are small and have yellowish faces, some look like rats, and sometimes there are fashionably dressed young people, old women, white-haired old men, train porters, all sorts of things.

Every time these guests visited, Holmes always begged him to let him receive him in the living room, and he had to retreat to the bedroom.

He seems to be doing some consulting work, answering some people's questions. Watson was tempted to ask him, but he didn't think it was a good idea to ask about someone's privacy.

The real clue about him was an article he read in a magazine one morning.

He got up early that morning, and the landlady knew that he was used to getting up late, so she didn't prepare breakfast, so she picked up a magazine and started reading.

There was an article in the magazine titled "The Deductive Method".

What this article says is that if a person can make a precise and comprehensive observation of the things he touches, he will gain a lot. It is undeniable that there are indeed delicate and meticulous places in the article, but there are absurdities mixed in with them.

The arguments are tight, but the arguments are far-fetched. For example, the author says that from a momentary expression, the trembling of his muscles, and the blinking of his eyes, you can gain insight into his inner thoughts. According to the author, a person cannot be deceived if he is trained in observation and analysis.

The author says that if a logical person could deduce from a drop of water the existence of the Atlantic Ocean or a waterfall that he had never seen or heard of. As long as one of the links of a person's life is visible, the situation of the whole chain can be completely deduced.

At first, Watson thought it was nonsense. But soon, at the end of the article, he saw the author's name - Sherlock Holmes.

There were some surprises, but they were reasonable.

He quickly stood up and hurried to the living room. Sherlock sat by the window in contemplation, as usual.

Watson was a little reluctant to speak, but he still said, "I saw your deduction." ”

Sherlock raised an eyebrow at him, "How's it going?" ”

"I thought it was ridiculous at first, but when I think you said exactly what I did, I believe it a little." Watson said, "How did you do that?" ”

"From your face and from your legs." Sherlock said.

"What?"

"Knock knock."

There was a knock at one side of the door, and Mrs. Hudson went over and opened it, and behind it was a man in an overcoat, who took off his hat, nodded to Mrs. Hudson, and entered.

He looked at Sherlock and said with a solemn expression.

"The fourth one appeared."

"The fourth thing?" Watson didn't quite understand.

"Serial suicides." Sherlock picked up the newspaper on one side and gave it to Watson.

Watson took the newspaper and read it, and the front page covered the case.

In other words, it was only after the third suicide that the media connected the three together.

It is said that there have been many bizarre suicides in the imperial capital recently, and the suicide has no motive and the death is miserable, but there is no trace of the rest of the murders.

While Watson looked at the case reported in the newspaper, Sherlock also looked at the man and pointed at him.

"Let me introduce you, his name is Tobias Grageson, and he is the most intelligent man in the police department of the Imperial Capital. He and Lester were the tallest of the bunch. Their brains are quick and energetic, but they are too old-fashioned and rigid in their thinking. ”

He looked at Gregson, "I've rarely boasted like that. ”

Gregerson twitched, "Then I have to thank you for the compliment?" ”

"No thanks." Sherlock raised his eyebrows, "This time should be different, or you wouldn't have come to me." ”

"There was no information before, but this time there is, in Lauriston Gardens in Brixtown." Gregerson said, "Will you come?" ”

"I'm not in a police car, I'll be there later."

(End of chapter)