Watson must have been a little tired and hallucinating.

He's been very busy these days.

Because he is looking for the Son. A guy who doesn't know looks, age, height, hobbies, whereabouts, name, or even gender.

It's harder than finding a virgin in a tavern alley at ten o'clock at night.

In fact, Watson was originally resistant to this task. Even if this is a step forward for a medical officer who has retired from the battlefield in the South, even if he only needs to provide valuable relevant information, or play some memorable role, then this life will definitely be fine.

But he was still very resistant.

The reason is simple, because this task was directly ordered by the emperor.

An eighty or ninety-year-old fellow, on the eve of the transposition ceremony, without any preliminary preparations, wanted to cross the Holy See to contact the Holy Son, this thing was not right, so as long as someone with a little brain, he should be able to smell the conspiracy in the center from the outside of the sweet sugar coating wrapped in it.

In addition to that, he took a keen interest in the old man downstairs.

That guy actually predicted the arrival of the 'Day of Love'.

As a result, Watson had to bring a bottle of wine almost every night for the past few days to visit the steam boiler shell, which could barely be called 'home'.

In the past few days of communication, he also got his wish again and got a 'prophecy' from the other party's mouth.

[Finding the Son is the beginning of your wonderful life. 】

Watson is very entangled!

He was so entangled that he wanted to ask Sherlock for a few blues smokers!

Because this old man seems to have an inherent magic, that is——— no matter how you look at it, it is fucking unreliable!!

Whether it is from the behavior, tone, small movements, the teeth and claws when prophecing, and the posture of holding the wine bottle and holding his own daughter after the prophecy, it seems to be warning Watson all the time. Lao Tzu is just talking nonsense, don't believe it.

So Watson has 90% reason to believe that this guy is definitely a liar, and he can predict the day of holy love, that is, the blind cat meets the dead mouse.

So.

After a short period of struggle, he resolutely chose the remaining 10%.

Because that 10% represents a possibility. An opportunity to give a little color to this pale life.

He's seen the darkest side of the world, he's seen what the law is in the eyes of some people; He had seen the value of human life; He saw the maiden's courteous and flattering pleasures, and only prayed that his mother would die soon; He had seen a dinner party with good food and wine, and a scrawny man salvaged his child in a pot; He had seen girls forced to disembowel, performing childbirth for the noble; He'd seen babies written on recipes; He had seen confusion between humans and livestock; He's seen it

He's seen too many truths that normal people shouldn't see.

And in the treatment of this truth, he went from shock at the beginning, to anger, to silence, and finally to squinting his eyes and covering his true gaze

In short, this kind of day when he has to think about killing someone, he really can't stay for a day.

"So, my esteemed Son, where are you hiding?"

He muttered to himself in some amazement, waved his hand, and stopped a passing carriage.

For the next few days, everything seemed remarkably calm.

The whole city seemed to be about to welcome something, well-behaved like a child who was pretending.

Until one day, the front page of the Holy Journal appeared with these few simple words.

[Holy Love Day, held about a week later]

It's just a few words, there are no relevant reports, no science or story writing, and even a specific date is not written, just a few bold words occupy a whole page of front page space.

But in time, it seemed that the entire empire fell silent for a few seconds at that moment, and then, a huge cheer erupted.

People don't even know why they're cheering.

Maybe everyone is glad that they have finally experienced such a festival in their lifetime, maybe it is the boring and hard life that finally has an unusual day, maybe it is because of the ignorant love in the hearts of teenagers and girls, maybe it is because they like to join in the fun, maybe it is because it may be a holiday that day.

In short, people seemed to be inexplicably happy because of this, and more smiles appeared on the faces of passers-by in the streets and alleys.

The same goes for Mrs. Hudson.

After a few days of recuperation, she has basically recovered, and she is even more diligent than before.

Specifically, she began to take the initiative to clean up the house for Sherlock.

Forehead. Oddly enough, every day or two, the landlady would go to Sherlock's room to clean up, bounce dust off every corner, pick up the garbage that she hadn't had time to throw away, wash her clothes, and dry them neatly.

Sherlock was terrified, not only because the landlord actually cleaned himself, but more importantly, what if the other party saw something that shouldn't be seen, such as some tentacles, the head of a carrion dog that accidentally poked out of a crack in the void, the half-cut finger that fell from the box, or the water that became redder and redder when washing clothes, etc., so how should I explain it?

But luckily, none of this happened.

In addition to this, Mrs. Hudson began to take the initiative to take care of Sherlock's dinner.

Although she didn't say it explicitly, as long as Sherlock was at home, she would 'accidentally' do more, and even sometimes when Sherlock went to the library to read in the morning, she happened to open the door on the first floor, and had a chance encounter with him with an extremely obvious purpose, and offered to hand over some freshly baked bread, jam squeezed out by herself, and even once she got up at 4 o'clock in the morning and laboriously baked a pumpkin pie.

Her explanation for this is. I can't sleep, and I just want to cook.

Sherlock doesn't have any female friends by his side, but he's not stupid, and thinking about the fact that he saved her from the debt company before, it doesn't take much reasoning to come to a conclusion.

This landlord's wife', who is about to turn 20, should have had some misunderstandings about herself. and goodwill.

Sherlock didn't want this kind of affection to grow casually, so he was ready to remind Mrs. Hudson, but he didn't know how to speak, and he felt that dealing with this kind of thing was more troublesome than dealing with a murderer.

British museum.

[Don't bring food in casually, even if you bring it in, don't get it in the seat, I don't mind if your lover shows concern for your life, but! ] This is the place to read! 】

Sherlock looked at the message on the paper, and seemed to sense the anger of the other party when he wrote this text.

I don't know why, this guy seems to have been talking a lot lately.

However, it is indeed a bit unauthentic to drop the food scraps on the sofa every once in a while, after all, there is only one sofa here.

[What? You don't have a lover, and the landlady got up in the early hours of the morning to make you a pumpkin pie? 】

[I don't understand your view of love, but I think you're teasing me]

(End of chapter)