How Watson found Sherlock, no one knows.

Anyway, in the evening of the day, a hungry Sherlock saw him in a restaurant directly opposite the British Library.

At that time, a few middle-aged women who had been at home for several days went out to shop, and when they passed by the door of the restaurant, they all stopped in unison, and while looking inside, while pointing, Sherlock glanced in with a little curiosity, and saw the dead pervert who could drink inferior coffee with a sense of elegance.

"What? Those two toys finally burped? Sherlock sat down across from Watson, and without asking, took a refreshment from the other man's table and ate it.

"How do you tell?"

"You don't need to 'look' at all, those two guys don't die, how can you have the leisure to come out and wander!?"

Watson sighed, "Am I the image in your heart?" However, he did not intend to continue the topic, but put on a rare serious expression:

"Well, I'm not here to make small talk with you, but to remind you that trouble is coming. Grand Pope Ortido must have remembered that there is still a person like you, and. ”

"And they've already sent someone to kill me, huh."

Watson frowned beautifully: "You already knew?" ”

"Of course I know, and I've even solved one."

“.！”

"It's just a soldier on leave who has come back from the front, and there's nothing to be nervous about." Sherlock reassured.

Watson continued to be silent for a while, and then said: "Don't be too optimistic, I think you may not have figured out the seriousness of the matter, that Pope didn't want to bring this matter to the table at all, people didn't even want to deal with you, he just issued a death order about you." This instruction will be disseminated through various channels, and at the same time marked with a very attractive price, as long as the person who receives it, it will basically ask for your life.

And the person I'm talking about is an executive officer of the Adjudication Division, and they came directly to White Thorn to find you this morning.

Although he didn't explicitly say that he was going to kill you, but disguised it as a normal test, I could see his real intentions, he wanted to kill you during the test, and by the way, he put all the blame on his own mistakes, as well as the failure of Priest Thompson's discipline.

Ay. I won't talk much nonsense about the specific details, anyway, you leave London, change your name and surname and find a place to hide, you can live a few more years, I still have some money, and I know a few people who drive black ships, you go home with me in a while, and I will give you a few routes."

Watson said weakly, the coffee in the cup did not have any aroma, it was all unfiltered residue, and when he saw Sherlock's leisurely expression eating butter cakes and looking out of the window, he couldn't help but say slightly angrily:

"Can't you be a little more panicked? That's an executive."

As soon as the words fell

"You told the people in the company that someone wanted to kill me?" Sherlock said suddenly.

"Of course not, otherwise you won't be able to leave."

"Now that I'm gone, won't you be in trouble?"

"It's a bit troublesome, but it won't kill people after all, we haven't known each other for long, but I still don't want to see you slapped, as for the rest, we should think of a solution."

Sherlock took out a cigarette and lit it, but when he saw the sign on the wall prohibiting smoking, he said stupidly, "Is that executive very powerful?" ”

"You should know it by listening to the title, if you can command a group of deacons from the Adjudication Division, he must be much stronger than the big soldier who came back from the front line you met before."

"Makes sense." He nodded, then pinched his cigarette and got up to go outside to smoke: "See you tomorrow then." ”

"What?" Watson even thought he had misheard, and angrily followed out, taking a cigarette from the other party: "You are really the most conceited person I have ever met in the world, I know you have some ability, but I repeat, that executive wants to kill you."

"I used to think I was the most conceited person in the world, but after a few days of experience, I found that I could only come in second." Sherlock finally took a comfortable puff of his cigarette, the deadly pungency swimming through his chest, and then exhaled it all in one breath, forming a warm cloud of smoke in the cold wind.

He thought of the arrogant little man, and by the way of the maid beside him, and the words that the maid had said to him.

'If the contractor wants to be promoted to the next stage, he can only squeeze everything he can out at this stage; Only by reaching the limit first can we break through the limit. ’

"You may not believe it." Sherlock said thoughtfully, "I even think he's here at the right time."

"What do you mean?" Watson said, leaning over the lighter that Sherlock had handed over, and he didn't know when, he seemed to be affected by the bastard detective in front of him, and he also contracted to smoke.

The spicy stimulation of his airways made him a little more uplifted:

"Are you really going to go to your appointment tomorrow to take that test? Have a fight with an executive of the Adjudication Division and turn into a puddle of mud on the training ground? ”

"I definitely don't want to be muddy, but I don't want to hide anywhere." Sherlock said leisurely, "And there's . . . How could I wait until tomorrow to go to my appointment.

If that executive really wanted to kill me, then from the moment he crossed the Thames,

The battle between us has already begun. ”

At night, the executive of Ivnovich sat on the couch of a luxury hotel, his eyebrows furrowed.

He couldn't sleep

For there was no incense to soothe the nerves, the pillows were not of the purest velvet, the quilts were not soft enough, there were occasional carriages passing by outside the window, there was a small sound in the gas pipes for heating, there were no servants to serve, no wine from the borough of Mertina.

In short, this place is a thatched pit compared to your own residence.

But it's already the most expensive hotel in the neighborhood.

He was old, and the long hours of work in his youth had caused him severe insomnia, so it was difficult for him to fall asleep in this environment, but when he thought that the citizens of the empire who were running around for a living might not even be able to afford to live in such a place, he could only sigh helplessly.

Well, he has always considered himself a very close to the people, so tonight, even if he sleeps with the mortals in this city, in a way, it can be regarded as a gift and reward for the devout worship of many believers.

So, with all his mind, he walked to the bed, which seemed to him not much like a straw mat, and then gritted his teeth and lay down

The mattress was not soft because the weight of his body slowly sank, which made his waist a little uncomfortable.

So he rolled over again

Suddenly, he felt a little pain in his head, the muscles in his body began to ache faintly, and his heart seemed to be being clutched by something.

It's a bit like the backlash effect that only existed when he was younger, when contract creatures were injured in missions.

But this feeling has not been felt for many years, and since I became an executive officer in the adjudication division, I have rarely had the opportunity to perform a task in person.

Moreover, he didn't summon contract creatures at all, so naturally it was impossible for him to be injured.

"What's going on?"

He turned over again, thinking of the heavy blows in the few missions he had suffered when he was young, and he naturally felt that he was still old after all, and those old problems finally showed some kind of sequelae.

But what can I do, this is not a parish, and there is no repair solution that can relieve the pain to soak, as an executive officer of the adjudication department, although it sounds quite status, but still not qualified to take the initiative to invite the beautiful girl who can heal all injuries, so, can only stand up.

"Hey"

After a long sigh, he closed his eyes helplessly, trying to force himself to forget about the physical discomfort that seemed to be becoming more and more obvious.

At the same time, I was even more helpless to realize that this night must be incomparably long

And he wouldn't have known that for a long time, just before this difficult tossing and turning, he was in a building directly opposite the luxury hotel where he was staying;

A person, standing quietly in the shadows of a certain level, only a little scarlet light flashed from time to time, it was a lit cigarette.

And the man's gaze silently crossed the long street, and through the window, it seemed that with a slight glance, he could see everything

(End of chapter)