In the early morning, the sunlight spreads out like countless tiny invisible tentacles from the distant giant stars and sprinkles all over the long street.

The old villa beside the roadside greeted the first rays of light as always, and the golden lines passed through the window, and then spread over the table, and at last, climbed up the cheeks of the woman at the table, until the pupils constricted slightly in response to the light, and Catherine finally suddenly came back to her senses, looked around again, and found that it was already dawn.

The food in front of her had already been taken away, but she didn't know when it was taken away, the old housekeeper was busy cleaning the villa and supervising the servants to prepare breakfast, so naturally it was impossible to accompany the young lady at the table in a daze all the time, and in the entire long hall, Catherine was the only one who sat in a daze for a night.

Maybe it's the long wait of several hours, which makes her whole person already in a state of chaos, or maybe it's in her heart, she also feels that her persistence is so unrealistic.

She didn't stand up for the first time, because she found herself a little afraid to face the moment.

It's over.

Sherlock said he was going to sleep, and then went to sleep, and he said not to disturb him, so that no one bothered him, and now that the night had passed, and it was dawn, he had been sitting in the long hall, and he knew very well that the man had not left the room all night.

She lowered her eyes silently, as if remembering her struggles for the past few months, like a joke.

Gradually, the smell of the kitchen wafted out, it should be her favorite green beans with some white porridge, light and light, but this smell made Catherine's stomach churn, but fortunately she finally got up, and then walked up the stairs exhausted.

Before arriving at Sherlock's room, she hesitated, not knowing how to face the other person, and at the same time, she was still a little confused and wondered what to do next.

Do you apologize to everyone and admit how stupid your actions during this time were, or do you announce your father's death first, and then write some messages about the new dean's appointment?

She didn't know, she just felt that all of this was like the grief of an inevitable catastrophe Catherine didn't even have this emotion after learning of her father's death, but now, she wanted to cry.

The last time I cried, it seems to be on my 7th birthday, my father said that he was going to take him to the amusement park, and he picked out a dress in front of the mirror all night, but when he woke up the next day, he found that his father had gone to the laboratory early.

But none of that matters

Catherine knocked on the door in front of her,

Knock knock~

No response.

So Catherine twisted the doorknob a little, and then clicked, and the door opened, and it looked like the raunchy guy wasn't in the habit of locking the door either.

Then she slowly pushed the door open, and some sunlight sprinkled on the carpet, reflecting the patterns on it warmly. I looked up and saw the mottled walls, the old hangers, and the bright windows

And in the next moment, Catherine's eyes widened suddenly, as if she had seen a closed valley suddenly open, and the wind blew in endlessly frantically, impacting her vision, sweeping along the somewhat moist eyes, shattering those pretentious sorrows in an instant.

What did she see?

One machine! The machine was so huge that it reached the ceiling, the huge volume made it impossible to fit the whole room, the bed was crushed, the cabinet was crushed, a large hole was dug out of one wall, so that the machine extended to the next room, otherwise it would not be able to fit at all, some messy gravel was scattered on the floor, setting off the dazzling parts and lines, and the pipes were all over the body, showing the beauty of the extreme complexity.

The soul visual device is actually in the bedroom on the second floor of his villa??

Catherine couldn't imagine what this was like, so she could only stand in the doorway and watch, judging by the size of the machine, it was absolutely impossible for it to move into this room, and besides, the whole wall was broken, but she never heard a sound.

This thing, as if it defied everyone's reason, appeared here in a grand manner!

And in the corner next to the bed, on a red sofa chair, Sherlock was lying very sleeplessly, his head tilted weakly to the side, and there were even some traces of saliva on the side of his mouth.

It may have been Catherine who made some noise when she pushed the door, and Sherlock shuddered and woke up.

Like the last time he moved the chair, he looked so tired after letting the twisted sun move the big machine, so he fell into a deep sleep as soon as he landed, and now when he opened his eyes, he saw that his bedroom had become like this, frowned, and then looked at Catherine in the door like a sculpture:

"Early."

Such a simple greeting made Catherine tremble violently, she slowly turned her head to look at Sherlock, the moment her eyes met it, Sherlock seemed to feel all the panic and apprehension in her eyes, and exploded into stars in her dark pupils.

Catherine cried, without warning, and then even more without warning pounced on Sherlock, the eldest lady of the old dean of the Academy of Life Sciences, a former militant clergyman, a scarred and silent combat nun, at this moment began to cry without any image, snot smeared on his clothes, and the tremendous force between his arms made him a little breathless for a while.

"Thank you! Thank you!! ”

In that crying, she slured her mouth.

Sherlock did his best to reassure her, and then secretly pushed her away so that her ribs would not be broken.

"You can get excited here slowly, and when the excitement is over, quickly find a place to hide this thing." He said, "I have to go." ”

"Let's go?" Catherine was stunned: "Where to go?" ”

"Today is the day to interact with the other four screened people, and I don't want to be late." Sherlock Road.

Catherine suddenly remembered that this link was set by herself, but her mood in the past two days was so anxious that she completely forgot about it, so she let go of Sherlock. As for the joyful crying and tough hug just now, Catherine Dao will definitely not feel embarrassed like those real rich ladies, who still twist after separation.

This kind of grateful hug has no other colors, just like the hug she usually wears when she pulls her teammates out of the stomach of some demon when she goes out on a mission.

At least that's what she said to herself.

So she could only forcibly suppress the complicated surging emotions in her heart, and then looked at Sherlock, she didn't know what her tear-stained eyes looked like now, if she let her previous clergy teammates see it, they would definitely think that they were dreaming.

"It's a hassle to explain this kind of thing."

"Of course."

Sherlock walked to the door, then put on his trench coat and hat, and prepared to go out.

Since it was difficult to explain, Catherine didn't ask anymore, although she had too many things to say now, too many questions to ask, too many thanks to express herself, but she just deeply kept the shock of this moment in her heart, and then watched the man in front of her walk out the door.

"Oh, yes." Sherlock suddenly turned his head.

"What?" Catherine responded immediately, as if she would listen very carefully to whatever Sherlock said now.

"If you're going to deal with this machine, then you'd better take Maude Butler's expenses for a few days, for now. Don't let him know about it. ”

“.” Catherine was shocked, he didn't know why Sherlock wanted to let him do this, Butler Maud had grown up watching him grow up, and he had been friends with his father for decades, so why did he carry him behind his back?

But

"Good!"

She nodded earnestly.

(End of chapter)