Alcohol peeled away the landlady's sense of danger layer by layer, and she began to like to talk.

Maybe she's always liked to talk, but it's just that this era naturally makes people wrap themselves in a shell.

Survival can change a lot of things.

Fortunately, Mrs. Hudson's optimism has not been smoothed out, although she has to work hard every day to pay for debts and medical bills, although she dreams every day that she expects to receive a letter or phone call from her brother, although at the same time she is worried that a familiar name will appear on the obituary of the battlefield.

Well, she's hard.

But lately she's been in a good mood.

Because His Excellency Nightingale is coming to London, as long as she can get her attention, then his father's illness will surely be cured.

"Do you have any dreams?"

The landlady was stunned: "Dream? ”

"yes, except for your family, your debts...... You always have to have some of your own, selfish kind of dreams. ”

Talking about dreams was almost a sure thing to come up during dinner, but Mrs. Hudson was stunned.

She thought about it for a long time......

"Maybe it's someone you like." She shrugged her shoulders drunkenly, and even felt that her words were a bit like that of an ignorant child.

"Do you mean the Son?"

This is a very traditional joke, because all the women of the empire fantasize about being the protagonist of the day of the Holy Love.

When the story of Cinderella and the Crystal Slipper is reflected in reality, no one can help but be delusional.

But the landlady laughed: "I don't have saint syndrome, in fact, I don't understand the feeling of being a saint so much, and I can fall in love with a man I have never met for the first time?"

I don't believe it.

And after becoming a saint, it seems that she will be very busy, and every day she will have to go to various places and wear makeup all night, so that tomorrow's photos in the holy journal will look better, and at that time, her appearance does not even belong to herself, but represents the face of the Holy See.

Busy with these things all day long, you will be exhausted. ”

Sherlock smiled in agreement, and in fact he didn't quite understand why all women aspired to be a sacred vase.

The meal was very good.

Whether it's the taste of the dishes or the bottle of wine that is not cheap.

At the end of the dinner, he looked at the drunken landlord, waited for a long time, and saw that the other party seemed to have forgotten the purpose of the meal, and finally said, "Mrs. Hudson......"

"Ah, now that I hear that, I always feel like you're making fun of me."

"It's a little weird, but I'm used to it." Sherlock smiled and said, "So may I ask...... Can I stay here? ”

When Mrs. Hudson heard this, she made a somewhat embarrassed expression, but soon smiled:

"Of course, Mr. Holmes, you're a little more personable than the workers on the docks, so...... You can stay until you can't afford to pay the rent. ”

After speaking, he added with a strange sense of wine:

"Even if you suddenly can't pay your rent, I'm probably going to be kind enough to tolerate you for a few days, I said...... In these years, everyone has the possibility of encountering difficulties. ”

Hearing this, Sherlock finally relieved his heart, it seems that this bottle of wine was not bought in vain.

"Oh, by the way, I'm going to have my birthday soon, just next month." Mrs. Hudson said, "You will come with me then..... Cut a cake, I can't eat it alone. ”

"Of course, my esteemed landlord."

......

Dinner and wine can give people great warmth and satisfaction, Sherlock pushed the door open, and the night breeze after the snow was not as cold as expected.

The little Sanhua with a nest should also be very warm.

This put him in a good mood, so he walked slowly up the stairs and decided to fall into a dream for a while, and randomly select a few lucky demons to play with his brain.

However, as soon as he lay down on the couch, a sudden sound of footsteps sounded, followed by a knock on the door that interrupted all his plans.

Open the door...... I saw the face that was too beautiful and feminine.

"What's wrong?" Sherlock wondered.

Watson's smiling expression rarely showed a hint of helplessness.

"Kjadir is dead."

"Who?"

'Frank Lampard. Kjadir is one of our colleagues, one of the three officers in the field team. Watson said, "You haven't met him, but you were recommended to the company after all, and Priest Thompson thinks it's old-fashioned, and he feels that this kind of thing must be notified to you." ”

"How did he die?" Sherlock frowned.

"The two eyeballs are missing, and the death is miserable...... It should be an eye-gouging demon. ”

......

Half an hour later, at the end of Korbel Street, a horse-drawn carriage came to a slow stop.

Sherlock and Watson stepped out of the carriage.

The snow melts on the ground during the day, and at night it forms a hoarfrost that makes a crunch sound when stepped on.

Looking at the street ahead, the red and black cordon had been raised, four high-brightness gas lamps were placed on the ground, the white flickering light was intertwined with each other, and in the middle of the beam was a bloody corpse, lying on the road without any shelter.

Around the cordon, there were people who kept walking back and forth, carefully sprinkling white lime on the edges of the corpses, and a few people holding heavy cameras, constantly pressing the shutter on the corpses, and the exposure lights without phosphoror fire kept making a muffled bang.

Sherlock walked over......

A dark-skinned man in a brown jacket saw him and reached out in annoyance: "Hi...... Hi...... Don't go any further. ”

As he spoke, he saw Watson coming after him.

This person obviously knew Watson, so he was stunned for a moment, and his eyes swept over the face of the strange man in front of him and Watson one after another.

"...... this guy?" He asked.

Sherlock...... Mary should have mentioned to you that you weren't there on the day he came to the company. Watson took on the responsibility of introducing each other well, and then looked at Sherlock and motioned to the dark-skinned man in front of him: "This is Mark, from the field team." ”

Immediately afterward, he looked not far away.

"Priest Thompson and Miss Mary were over there, and Eltoli needed to stay at the company, so he didn't come.

As for him......"

Watson turned his head to look at the blood-soaked corpse on the ground, illuminated by the white light.

'Obviously he's Frank Lampard......