9 a.m.

I don't know if it's because of the day of Holy Love, the weather is exceptionally sunny these days, and London, which doesn't see much sunshine all year round, also shows some beautiful scenery after the snow.

The expensive carriage walked slowly down the slightly bustling streets, and the silver carved wheels could not sweep through the snow faster than ordinary wheels, so the young dependents who followed behind the carriage only needed to speed up a little to keep up.

Soon, the White Thorn Security Company arrived, and Executive Officer Ivnovich got out of the car and told the driver that it would be good to wait here, and that it would only take about half an hour to come out by himself.

Then, he took out his handkerchief, wiped his nose, and found that there was no blood, and then walked into the gate of the White Thorns with some gloom.

Last night, he slept badly.

Even until this moment, he has been feeling very unwell, and he has had several nosebleeds during this period. But I don't know what's going on, but I vaguely feel that my body is suffering some kind of terrible injury, but these injuries are isolated by something in another world, and there is no way to really show it for the time being.

Well, he knew it sounded hard to understand, but there was no better way to express that feeling, and he just wanted to kill someone quickly and get back to the hotel for a good rest.

Pushing open the door of the White Thorns, the Executive Commander arrived at the conference room with several of his dependents, and found that people had been waiting for them for a long time, much to his satisfaction.

"Very well, now that everyone is ready, don't waste time." He said, then his gaze swept over everyone present: "Which of you is. That's what. Shylock? ”

No one responded, and the silence lasted about 1 second, and Priest Thompson stepped out.

"On behalf of all the staff at White Thorn Security, I would like to offer you our sincerest apologies. The people you picked, didn't come. ”

Executive Ivnovich did not speak, but was already frowning.

"Yesterday, I sent someone to inform him, but it seems that he has moved out of his original residence and his landlord is not at home, so we have no way of knowing his whereabouts

But all the other people of White Thorn are there except this one, so you can choose any one of us."

Priest Thompson said, bowing his head slightly, with the most obvious apology.

However, before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted.

"Are you making decisions for me?" Ivnovic's voice was not loud, but it was piercing cold.

The institution of the Adjudication Department is the most concentrated embodiment of the Holy See's bloody methods within the empire, and as an executive officer, under the baptism of the years, his killing intent will not be washed away by the mildness of old age, but will wrap it layer by layer, brewing more and more viscous.

So at this moment, Miss Mary, who was an ordinary person, couldn't hold on almost instantly, and fell to the ground with a poof, trembling.

"I said, I want that person to come to see me today, don't be late!"

"But." Priest Thompson was the closest to him, so the pressure he felt was the strongest, but fortunately he had reached the peak of the first stage, so he could still maintain a tone without trembling at all: "But that detective is just a newcomer who has just undergone the canonization ceremony for less than three months, do you have some tests on it?"

His tone grew harder.

Priest Thompson knew that the next words were undoubtedly the greatest disrespect to his superiors, and even had some condemnation and questioning tones in them. He was a devout believer to the extreme, since he became an apprentice in a convent, he never stopped praying for a day, he had no wife and children, no family, all his beliefs were put into the Holy See, and he even failed a kind girl for this, but he never regretted it, even in the most quiet solitary time, there was not a single blasphemy against the Holy See!

He thought he would never say such a thing.

However, he inexplicably thought of the funeral a few days ago, when a five-year-old child hugged his mother and confirmed over and over again that his father would wake up from this deep sleep as soon as he grew up.

"Frank Lampard's death has nothing to do with negligence, you should be able to tell that all the people in this room are well trained, so you specified that a rookie contractor should be tested, didn't you. With some personal thoughts in it?! ”

He said softly.

The room fell into absolute silence, as if a loud bang robbed everyone of their hearing.

I don't know how long it took.

"Huh———"

Executive Ivnovich chuckled softly:

"What an ignorant and ridiculous bunch."

He didn't say anything more, because there was no more point, and turned and walked directly towards the gate of the White Thorns.

His family members followed behind, the sunflower pendant in his hand swaying in a panic, and the prayer in his mouth became less neat.

Everyone knows how much it costs to confront a superior official of the Holy See, especially the chief subordinate to the Department of Adjudication, as long as this lord walks out of that door, then the piety of Priest Thompson's life will come to naught, and he will even be severely punished for it, and even the entire White Thorn Security Company may usher in a major change.

But no one dared to stop him

Can't stop it if you want to?

I could only watch as the man walked down the corridor with his family to the gate.

With a "creak", the door was opened, and the sun, the cold wind, and the noise poured in at the same time.

Executive Ivnovich was stunned for a moment.

He looked at the young man who was about to push the door in, and Sherlock looked at the executive who was about to leave the door.

The eyes of the two met for such a moment.

"Oh, hello, you must be His Excellency Ivnovich." Sherlock laughed.

His smile was almost exhausted, and the blue-black veins could be faintly seen cramping in pain on his neckline, his hands were trembling, his face was pale, and there was not a trace of blood on his lips.

No one knows what this guy went through last night, but they can tell that he's going through some kind of great pain.

But at the same time, his smile is so cheerful, and it seems that there is a nebula rotating in his eyes, which usually seems to be unable to wake up.

"I'm sorry, I almost slept last night, so I'm a little late today."

As he spoke, he glanced through the inner door, his gaze sweeping over the standing table clock in the hallway.

"It doesn't seem to be late, the time is just right, I heard that you want to kill me, so please come in quickly."

The next chapter is blocked, please don't be impatient, I'll go to the auditor's house

(End of chapter)