With a creak, the door opened, and Mrs. Hudson stood behind it.

The moment she saw Sherlock, she seemed to suddenly panic, but quickly hid her emotions:

"Oh, it's you, what's the matter?"

This instantaneous change naturally could not escape Sherlock's eyes, but he didn't ask, let alone deliberately speculate on the other party's psychology from those eyes.

There is a difference between an exploratory desire and voyeurism, especially when it comes to people close to you.

He just smiled and pulled out his coat.

"I heard that this winter is particularly cold, and on the way back, I happened to see this dress in the street window, and it feels quite suitable for you, so."

He smiled and handed over his clothes.

Mrs. Hudson, for some reason, suddenly became dazed, and subconsciously put her hands behind her back, as if she did not dare to touch the dress, but at the same time raised her head and met Sherlock's eyes for a moment.

It was at this moment that Sherlock noticed, and there was some red blood in her eyes that had not had time to dissipate.

Crying

He hesitated:

"I won't ask you more about your life, but if there is anything you need help with, you can come to me, I am a detective, specializing in helping people solve difficulties, for the sake of your landlord's face, the commission fee can give you a 10% discount."

It was just a remark that didn't make a laugh, but Mrs. Hudson laughed suddenly, and the tip of her nose flushed.

"You're the nicest person I've ever met."

Sherlock didn't dare to answer, looking down at the snow under his feet with some shame, and had to doubt his landlord's eyes again.

Followed by

"Forgive me."

The girl inside the door suddenly uttered such a sentence without a beginning or an end, and then gritted her teeth, as if faced with some extremely difficult choice, and took the coat from Sherlock's hand.

"Goodbye."

With that, she closed the door.

Only Sherlock was left outside, looking at the closed door, his brows furrowing more and more.

For the next few days, everything seemed to be business as usual.

The only difference was that the landlady no longer helped Sherlock clean his room, did not prepare any more food for him, and did not invite him to her house for dinner.

I could feel that she was beginning to alienate herself, consciously or unconsciously.

In the words of the pen pal, this is because the other party understands his intentions and is no longer entangled, but women, after being rejected, there will definitely be some psychological mustard, but there is no need to worry, time will dilute all emotions.

Theoretically, this is true.

But Sherlock could clearly feel that this matter was more complicated than expected, because Mrs. Hudson's eyes contained so many complex emotions at that moment that Sherlock could not discern what was going on from it, only to be sure that the kind girl's heart must be going through an extremely cruel struggle.

Moreover, no one can help her.

"Because of the strong cold air from the north, London will have the coldest snowstorm in 15 years in the next 72 hours!"

On the radio, the announcer's voice was as cheerful as ever, as if he was saying something to be happy about.

Moreover, the wind had been blowing for a whole day, and the snow was flying like tiny blades, and everyone knew that a blizzard was coming, which made the voice on the radio sound like a fart from a loudspeaker.

Sherlock's reading of the Divine Comedy is almost finished, and after this period of time, his expansion in Hell has increased incredibly.

When he went to bed last night, he counted his general condition.

His territory has reached two-thirds of the lower city, and there is a faint tendency to cross the Thames, and the number of contract demons under his hands has reached 35, and they have been evenly distributed in all areas of the lower city.

If he wanted to, he could now quickly summon an enslaved demon from a distance of more than twenty kilometers and quietly attack a person.

And there is absolutely no way that anyone will doubt themselves and only think that this is an unlucky demonic attack.

At the same time, while wandering around hell, he discovered the trait of another contract demon.

That is. For the most part, demons follow their masters, even if they exist in different planes from each other.

Of course, if the contractor travels thousands of kilometers on a high-speed steam train, the contract demon will definitely not be able to keep up, but as long as its master summons it to the real world, and then opens the void rift to let it return to hell, then the demon can cross thousands of kilometers at once to the hell plane not far from him.

So what happens when you send a group of tentacles to entangle a contract demon, and its owner summons it?

Will you be dragged and unable to get out?

Then if you don't have any conscience, you can find a random demon in hell and slaughter it.

Will its contractor be attacked in another plane?

Otherwise. Give it a try next time?

Sherlock still has a lot of things to verify, and this act of exploring the rules of the unknown is very useful to him.

It's just that

Isn't it all going too well.

According to the law of conservation of luck, if everything feels smooth, then it is a sign that something very unlucky is waiting ahead.

So, when Sherlock finally returned to his rental house despite the increasing wind and snow.

He looked at the landlady standing outside the door in confusion.

Judging by the snow on her body and her cheeks flushed by the wind, she had been standing here for a long time.

"What's wrong? Don't have a key? ”

Sherlock walked over and asked, a little confused, before his gaze fell on several large boxes behind him.

That's his own suitcase.

"I have already helped you pack up the salute, your clothes and daily necessities are the same, and the refunded rent and liquidated damages have been placed in the salute." Mrs. Hudson spoke, in a calm tone, but she never dared to make eye contact with Sherlock.

"Well, I don't quite understand what you mean."

"What's not to understand about this!" Her tone was very tough, and her tone was unconsciously raised.

"From today onwards, this is not your home!" At this, Mrs. Hudson's throat seemed to choke suddenly, and she took a deep breath before finally continuing in a loud voice:

"You!.Kicked out!"

(End of chapter)