Early the next morning

It may be that there has been progress in the case, or it may be that the old dean has been rescued from more than 30 years of hard work, and in the entire villa, those tense and oppressive atmospheres have been swept away, and the servants are mowing the lawn in the yard, and the smell of fresh grass is scattered in the air, and the smell makes people's mood feel comfortable.

The huge machine was moved to an underground private warehouse somewhere in the experimental area, and it didn't matter how it was transferred, and the old housekeeper Maud was also taken away in order to repair the walls and furniture in Sherlock's bedroom, with the aim of completely removing the old butler from the matter.

Catherine was puzzled as to why she did this, but she was not in a hurry to ask, believing that at the end of everything, Sherlock would have given the most plausible explanation.

"You may be a little unaccustomed to sour cream when you eat it for the first time, but after eating it a few times, you can find that it tastes really good."

Catherine introduced Sherlock to the plate of white paste on the table, lest he think it was a bad salad dressing.

At this time, Catherine's usual cold attitude has been too restrained, although she is still a little domineering, but this look always feels that it is deliberately pretended, after all, no one will use a domineering posture to introduce food on the table to others.

"Also, in fact, I can configure you with a steam locomotive and a special driver, so that it will be much easier for you to go anywhere, and you don't have to wait for the carriage to pass by on the side of the road." Catherine sat straight at the table, quietly cutting the food on the plate, and said lightly.

"Thank you, but I'm used to thinking about things in the carriage, and that kind of bump gives a sense of rhythm to thinking." Sherlock Road.

Catherine didn't know what the 'rhythm of thinking' was, but Sherlock said no, and she didn't mention it: "Anyway, if there's anything that works for me, remember to tell me." ”

"Oh, Duncan."

"What?"

"A person's name was once involved in your father's experiment, but he disappeared from the list of experiments, and the rest of the people have already started to investigate, but I want to see if I can find anything different from your point of view."

Catherine nodded, although the actual control of the School of Life Sciences is now in the hands of Vice Dean Holke, but after all, she is still only the vice president, and her status as the daughter of the old dean and the absolute priority of shares can still play some role.

"And." Sherlock suddenly looked at her, "Do you know what your father's original contract creature was?" ”

"Original contract creatures?" Catherine was stunned for a moment, then thought seriously in her memory.

Since Dean Darwin had already started his research when she was born, Catherine had hardly seen his contract creatures, and after her mother died of illness, she also resolutely left home, and she didn't know anything about it, so she could only vaguely say: "I shouldn't have seen it, but it seems that I heard my mother mention my father's contract creatures when I was a child. It's small, but it seems to be quite cute. ”

"Oh? Was this her own description of the demon? ”

"Sort of, I have the impression that my mother once made fun of my father's contract demon, saying that such a cute little guy doesn't look like a second-order demon, but like a pet."

Sherlock thought for a moment, and after a while, "Well, such a description is definitely not enough, so if you want to know more specific details, you can only find Steward Maude." ”

"Well, he has always been by his father's side, so he naturally knows more about his father's contract demon, as if he was by his father's side when he was promoted."

As soon as he said this, suddenly, a servant who was in charge of cleaning the garden trotted in, and then bowed to Catherine and Sherlock, and said with a worried face: "Miss, there is a group of people outside who want to find Mr. Sherlock. ”

"A group of people?" Catherine frowned.

"Yes, they didn't introduce themselves either, but they were all wearing army uniforms."

Sherlock didn't have much change in his expression, as if he had known that someone was coming, so he just stuffed the food on his plate into his mouth: "I'll go and see." ”

In the courtyard, the captain of the gendarmerie stood in the courtyard with more than a dozen gendarmes, this is the villa of the old dean, although they can carry the research results of the old dean casually with the acquiescence of the vice president, but in the private territory, there is no reason to break in, they can only wait.

Fortunately, the detective didn't mean to hide all the time, and he really came out, so he walked straight to the gendarmerie captain like a nobody, and then smiled very politely: "Hello, I'm Sherlock. Sherlock Holmes, may I ask who you are.? ”

The captain's face was gloomy: "What are you pretending to be confused, we met the morning before yesterday, in warehouse 77." ”

"Uh" Sherlock tilted his head as if he didn't understand: "So what? ”

The captain didn't sleep for two days, he was wronged and scolded, and he was stopped in the yard early in the morning, he was already on fire, but now when he saw the other party like this, he was even more angry, stepped forward and grabbed his collar, gritted his teeth and said: "I know you got that thing away, don't fill me with garlic here!" ”

However, before he finished speaking, a dustpan of soil was sprinkled on him!

The captain was startled, turned his head sharply to look to the side, and then saw a maid aunt who was cleaning the lawn with a righteous face, glaring at him with a posture that was not afraid of heaven and earth: "What are you doing?" Don't ask where it is, want to hit someone? ”

The captain of the gendarmerie was glared at by this old lady who was about the same age as his own mother, and his stomach was so angry that he was forced to suffocate back into his cavity, and the whole person was trembling.

And that's when .

"What's wrong?" Catherine walked out of the villa in a curling manner, as if she hadn't seen the scene just now and the dirt on the captain's body, and asked lightly.

"Miss Catherine" The gendarmerie captain bowed slightly, but the anger in his eyes did not disappear, and he gritted his teeth and said: "The day before yesterday, a precision instrument we guarded was stolen. ”

"So what?" Catherine's tone was exactly the same as Sherlock's.

The captain's fists clenched white.

So, I suspect it's the detective!"

Hearing this, Catherine seemed to be very puzzled: "I don't really understand what you mean, but if I'm not mistaken, you should be guarding the large device developed by my father." ”

"Exactly!"

"Well, I didn't actually ask you to guard that thing, so don't worry, if you lose it, you can lose it. No need to look for it. ”

Her tone was a bit like she had lost a piece of clothing that had already been torn, and she waved her hand to signal that this was the case.

The captain of the gendarmerie was a little unresponsive for a moment, stunned for a second, and then immediately objected: "Wait! Miss Catherine, that thing is so important, how can it be just that?! ”

Catherine frowned, and there was more anger in her expression: "This gentleman, please sort out your logic." After my father died, that thing was originally mine, what does it matter to you whether it is important or not, if you lose it, you will lose it, do you still force me to find it? ”

"But that thing will threaten the social security of the empire, how can you just leave it alone?"

"This is even more strange, it is you who say that it threatens the security of the empire, and that thing was originally placed in the laboratory, and it was you who wanted to move it, and now that the thing is lost, you don't look for problems on yourself, and you actually come to my house to question it? Besides, why do you suspect us, and is there any basis for that? Catherine raised her head slightly, and her slightly frowning eyebrows turned into two cold knives: "Do you really think that if someone behind you supports and acquiesces, you can be unscrupulous in the Academy of Sciences?" ”

Catherine is also a former clergyman, and her personality is also the type that people dare not mess with, and now she looks like a lady in a dress, but she is cold, still with the cold smell of the blood plasma.

A drop of cold sweat left on the corner of the gendarmerie captain's eyebrows, not only because of Catherine's anger, but also because she read between the lines, as if she knew that the deputy dean had opened the door for herself in many things.

But he still had no intention of leaving, as he said before, this pot was too big for him to carry.

"Line up!"

Between the dilemma, his heart was crossed, his teeth were gritted, and he shouted!

Then he said to Catherine: "I'm sorry Miss Catherine, the situation is urgent, as an Imperial soldier, I have my own obligations and duties, so."

But before the words fell, suddenly, I heard the characteristic roar of a steam locomotive faintly in the distance.

The crowd followed the sound and looked over.

Immediately afterward, I saw a steam locomotive engraved with the golden sunflower mark coming towards this direction, and then slowly slowed down, and finally stopped at the door of the villa.

The gendarmerie captain's pupils constricted suddenly, for he could see the location of the sunflower on the car and the delicate paintings, and knew that this kind of car was the exclusive vehicle of the Holy See, and that it could be ridden by important people of the Holy See with a lot of background.

As soon as I thought of this, I clicked and the door opened.

A man in a white suit walked down.

The white suit was a little too beautiful and eye-catching, and the print on the neckline was too gorgeous, which would definitely look ridiculous if worn on the average person.

However, wearing it on the body of the man in front of him, there is a feeling of extraordinary coordination.

Watson habitually stroked the blonde hair on his forehead and smiled at Sherlock not far away.

"Hey, long time no see."

During this time, he naturally saw the gendarmes in the field, and the captain of the gendarme who was looking at him in surprise.

After just a little smack, he felt the subtlety of the atmosphere around him, but he still smiled, his eyes narrowed together beautifully, and he seemed to be even happier:

"Looks like you're in trouble."

(End of chapter)