Sherlock was so dazed...... was dragged away......

He usually prides himself on not being too rusty, but at this moment he didn't keep up with the train of thought;

He was dragged by the hand and ran forward in the way he seemed awkward.

The girl in front of her had blonde hair, thin strands, braided into simple braids, swaying from side to side at the back of her head, and some of the loose hair just melted into the dim sunlight.

She was visibly panicked, and didn't even dare to look back, but she clutched a paper bag with bread and the like in it.

The young girl ...... What are you doing?

According to normal thinking, the girl should have seen Sherlock being followed and thought he was in danger, so she followed him to help him...... Sherlock certainly understands this.

But what he wondered was that this girl would actually help a stranger to him?

Is there such a fool in this day and age?

And isn't the way she helps herself a little too funny, how can there be a squatting alley pretending to be a sheriff...... The acting is still so bad.

At last..... She was dragging herself to run, just run, didn't she think she could run faster by throwing away that bag of food? Why are you still holding so hard, the bread is going to be flattened......

All kinds of behaviors exude a kind of funny stupidity, and she doesn't notice that no one is following at all?

"Haha......"

For some reason, Sherlock suddenly felt that he was in a good mood and laughed softly.

It's good that the girl in front didn't hear it, otherwise it would be too rude.

After running like this for about five minutes, the girl was out of breath, and suddenly, a crowd appeared around the corner, and on the high platform, several missionaries in robes were chanting loudly the blessings of the Holy Light to this world, and some citizens of the empire below folded their hands and closed their eyes and listened quietly.

The girl hurriedly dragged Sherlock and ran over and squeezed into the crowd: "Hurry up and close your eyes!" Close your eyes! ”

She had already pretended to be a reverent listener.

"Oh, okay." Sherlock said with a smile, but he didn't pretend to be a believer, anyway, the other party couldn't see it with his eyes closed.

In this way, the two men foolishly disguised themselves for 20 minutes, until the sun went down a little more westward, and the mission was over......

The chanting of the Light can of course only be done in the light of the sun, which is the most basic attitude.

As the believers dispersed, Sherlock poked the girl beside him: "People...... All gone. ”

"Huh?!"

The girl opened her eyes in a panic and saw that the surroundings were empty, but fortunately she didn't see the figures of the drunks, and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Whew......" she stared at Sherlock angrily: "Why are you so careless, those drunks are very dangerous people at first glance, don't you have a sense of self-protection?" ”

Sounds a bit like teaching an ignorant student.

"Oh, I'm ......" Sherlock didn't know how to explain it, he couldn't say he was the most dangerous, so he took out two apples, a jar of pepper, a brush, and a jar of tooth powder from his coat pocket.

"...... this?"

"You threw it off when you ran just now, and I caught it." Sherlock Road.

The girl's face turned red, and she seemed to be even more angry, and she snatched those things and threw them into the paper bag angrily: "Really, remember to pay attention to safety next time you go out!" Not every time someone will help you! ”

With that, she turned around and prepared to leave.

"Uh...... Can I know your name? Sherlock thought for a moment and asked.

"Why do you want to know my name?"

"That's it...... Thank you for saving me, if I'm going to church to pray for you, I'll have to tell the nun a name, right? ”

The girl was stunned, as if she had let down her guard after hearing the words 'church' and 'prayer': "Are you a devout believer? ”

“…… This ......"

"Haha, I'm sorry, it's really strange to let a believer take the initiative to say that he is religious." She smiled and said, "My full name is Joan of Arc. Letitia. Hudson; You can call me Mrs. Hudson; When I go to church, please help me pray for wealth. ”

"Oh, okay." Sherlock's smile was a little embarrassed.

Because he doesn't seem to know why he wants to know each other's names, and he won't go out of his way to pray for each other's church, theoretically speaking, the two of them won't have anything to do with each other.

However, it can be seen that the girl named Joan of Arc likes money very much, and at the same time, she should be married, after all, she deliberately emphasized the suffix 'wife'.

Of course, it could also be to avoid being harassed by men, a phrase that was once popular in Uptown.

In short, the two men and women who met in Pingshui quickly separated.

Joan of Arc disappeared around the corner of the street, where there were several pet supply stores, perhaps with pets at home.

Sherlock continued to walk towards his apartment, trying to make sure that there was any possibility that the room on the second floor would continue to live.

But suddenly!

He spun around sharply, his gaze shooting sharply at the top of a towering building!!

Sunset spilled over the edge of the building, condensing into a golden glow, a bit glaring, and Sherlock narrowed his eyes to find out where he was looking...... Nothing.

......

After two minutes, Sherlock's figure finally disappeared from the side of the street.

A few more minutes passed...... Until the sun fades from the edge of that towering building......

At the top of the building, there was a space that suddenly twisted, like an invisible water wave, and then a figure quietly appeared.

The man was dressed in an extremely large light brown robe, with a hood that hid his face in shadow, and he was seen to look in the direction Sherlock had left, holding his breath for a few moments before finally breathing a sigh of relief.

"Report! There was a resident of the lower town who came into contact with the Holy Maiden and seemed to ...... Something quirky. The man said.

is a female voice that sounds very young, probably only in her teens...... But there was no one around her, and she didn't know who she was talking to.

And with her voice, there were some bright red filaments squirming gently within the hood of the robe...... Then another voice came.

"Weird?"

"Yes, the man seems to ...... Aware of my presence. ”

"It's a third-order contractor?!" Another voice suddenly tensed.

"No, according to my induction, it's only a stage, and it's an extremely inferior demon breed."

"Huh......," the voice exhaled, "It's just a coincidence, don't be suspicious, you are the one who has been blessed by the Light...... It is impossible for mortals and contractors below the third stage to sense your presence. ”

Listening to the admonition of another voice, the heart of the robed girl gradually calmed down; Indeed, unless it is a contractor with a strong three-stage perception ability, how can he discover his existence.

"I'm sorry, but I'm a little cranky."

"In short, remember, before Her Highness is 20 years old, you must not interfere with her life." Another voice emphasized solemnly: "Unless Your Highness is facing an unavoidable death, you must not let her be aware of your existence, let alone let her know your identity......"

"Happiness or suffering, health or injury, are all tests of the Holy Light to the Holy Maiden, and I will protect them with my life until the coronation of Her Highness!"

The mysterious girl groaned and made a pious prayer in the setting sun, the filaments inside the hood gradually quieting down.

This conversation is over......

However......

I don't know why, she kept uncontrollably recalling the sharp gaze that the man looked at her just now,

At that moment, the other party seemed to really see himself.

"Heh, it's all an illusion...... It doesn't scare me. ”

The girl smiled self-deprecatingly, folded her hands, and slowly disappeared into the glow of the setting sun.

......

Sherlock walked towards his apartment.

Of course, he couldn't have sensed the existence of the mysterious girl, at that time, he was just through the sunlight, the shadows of the trees, the breeze, and the reflection in the window of the shop for a moment, and subconsciously felt as if something existed at about 40 degrees obliquely above him.

But then I looked over and saw that there was nothing, so I didn't care; Maybe it's a wild cat, or a bird that has just come out of sight, or maybe the glass of the window is uneven.

Now, standing under his apartment, he looked at the entire collapsed wall:

"It's good, don't bother with it...... This place is definitely impossible to live in. ”

So he resolutely decided to move out!

Fortunately, the landlord does not seem to know that Sherlock is responsible for the tragedy of the street, and that he is a member of the Holy See, which leads him to feel a great sense of guilt for the tenant, after all, because the Holy See has arrested the sinner, and the tenant cannot continue to live.

Eventually, Sherlock received a sum of money and the red leather couch he was used to, and left the apartment with the landlord apologetic.

Soon after, before the sun was completely silent, Sherlock arrived at an 'Outsider Mutual Aid Society'.

To put it bluntly, it is an intermediary.

They will be in charge of finding you a place to live, a job, a servant, a partner who is in a hurry to get married, a lady on the street, a carriage, and so on.

This is London, and there are too many people from out of town to come, so there are all kinds of mutual aid societies everywhere, even in small neighborhoods like Baker Street, there are a full three.

Of course, there is only one left that has not been dried up yet.

Sherlock spoke to the staff, and five minutes later, his new place was found!

Because, if it's still rented out and hasn't been dried up, there's only that one left!

[221 Baker Street——— - B].

He wasn't even given a chance to choose......

So, the people of the Mutual Aid Society took Sherlock to the only destination.

It was not far from his previous apartment, and it was even visible with a slight overlook, and it was also on the second floor; The only difference is that the landlord lives on the ground floor.

I knocked on the door on the first floor, but no one answered, and it seemed that the landlord had gone out, but the staff of the mutual aid association still took Sherlock to the second floor, and found a key under a pot of flowers.

"As long as you haven't found a tenant's house, the keys are usually placed somewhere near the door, which is ...... industry rule."

The staff member smiled and opened the door with the key.

and gently push it away......

The scene in the room slowly unfolded before Sherlock's eyes.

"Sir, if you are satisfied, this is your new home in the future."

The man had a professional smile on his face and made a gesture of please;

And then...... Puzzled, he looked at Sherlock, who was standing in the doorway, his eyes full of disbelief and stunned.

"Sir?"

"Mr. Tenant, what's wrong with you?"

"Sir......????!"