It was sleet tonight, so there weren't many customers in that nameless bar on the corner either.

Due to the geographical location of the School of Life Sciences, the winters here are far less cold than in London, and Sherlock has not yet adapted to the 'warm' snow here, but fortunately, the fine white ice will not melt immediately when it falls on his body, so he will not be so embarrassed without an umbrella.

As time passed, the bar's already small number of customers gradually left, and finally at a certain moment before midnight, the entire hall was empty, and it seemed that even the bartender and the waiter were gone.

"Click~Click~"

The familiar sound of the heels sounded again, strange to say, the sound of the heels hitting the ground Sherlock hadn't heard a few times, but he could keep it in his heart.

Following the voice, Erin was walking towards her.

It seems that every time she appears, it is a little too natural, there is no process of the door being pushed open, and there is no way to see her coming from, just at a time when you need to notice her, by chance she looks up, and she is destined to appear in your field of vision.

Today, she is dressed very simply, not the simplification of decoration, but the whole person has become a lot more refreshing, there is no wide-brimmed lady's hat that covers her vision, and there is no overly delicate makeup, only a black thick trench coat, the fluffy collar should not be too expensive, and the brown wavy hair that usually covers her face is also very intimately teased behind her ears, making her a little younger than usual.

"Hello, Mr. Holmes, it looks like you've been sitting here for a while." It may be that there is no one around, so Erin doesn't pay attention to the meter as usual.

Now she is more like a private meeting with a good friend, so she seems very relaxed, and her smile is more charming than usual: "However, when a lady is on a date, it shouldn't be too difficult to accept if she asks the other party to wait for a while." ”

"Of course, that's the prerogative of all pretty ladies." When Sherlock came, he even thought of a few more gentlemanly words.

With that, he also got up and smiled and made a 'please' gesture to Erin.

Outside the bar, the snow was still blowing, Erin and Sherlock stood side by side under the street lamp, and those snow droplets suddenly broke into the light curtain like tiny and dense meteors, and were reluctantly dragged out of golden tails.

"It doesn't look like there are many carriages tonight." Erin tightened her collar and said.

"There should be a steam locomotive company service phone in the phone booth, and I can go and call one, it should be faster than a horse-drawn carriage."

"Don't bother." Erin replied with a smile: "Most of the time I still like to ride in a carriage, and that kind of bump can give a sense of rhythm to thinking. ”

Sherlock was slightly startled, turned her head to look at Erin's side face, and saw a crystal snow falling right in front of her ear, slowly melting.

In this way, the man and woman, who had only met a few times, stood in the snow, waiting for the carriage that would appear at some point, only occasionally chatting a few very casual words, and most of the time they were silent, but they were strangely not embarrassed.

After about 20 minutes, a car finally came from the corner of the street, and Sherlock and Erin got into the car with the snow on them, and drove in a certain direction.

Erin is a mysterious woman, whether it is through several seemingly chance encounters or Hopkins's description, which can be seen, and Sherlock does not feel that she let herself send her home, really simply because she is afraid to walk at night.

So along the way, he was always waiting, expecting that the next second Erin would suddenly tell him something very surprising, not that he didn't have a city, but just because curiosity was at work.

Sherlock is probably the most uncontrollable thing about his curiosity.

However, the woman in front of her really seemed to have nothing to do, just looking out the window, and her extremely beautiful eyes seemed to hide an infinite number of thoughts, but it made people embarrassed to ask.

Soon, the carriage crossed a long bridge, which was very high above the ground, almost 30 meters, because below was the life science institute's own light rail, which transported supplies.

But it's a little off, so there are no vehicles passing by.

And tonight, probably because of the sleet, the bridge is even more empty, only the street lamps on both sides emit a constant light throughout the night, reflecting large and small golden spots on the wet ground.

Sherlock looked out the window and frowned

Almost at the same moment, Erin frowned as well, she turned her head to look at Sherlock, then her eyebrows furrowed, and she asked with interest, "What trouble have you caused, have you?" ”

"Why do you ask?"

Erin pointed out the window: "I can see a few steam locomotives in front of me, you may not know much about these things, but the models and colors of those cars do not match, it should be someone who wants to hide the identity of the owner." ”

Sherlock shifted and looked in the direction Erin was pointing, and sure enough, under the snow, several locomotives stopped on the side of the road, as if they saw the carriages coming, and drove towards the bridge deck, and then lined up in a row, sealing the whole road.

Sherlock looked at this posture and thought of what had happened this morning, and sighed slightly. Then he smiled apologetically at Erin and said, "I'm really sorry, it looks like you're going to be a little late when you got home today." ”

Erin saw a lot of people get out of the car, and one by one they looked fierce, but instead of being afraid, there seemed to be a sweet light in Sherlock's eyes:

"You don't have to apologize, it's the privilege of a good man to get into trouble."

Just about a hundred meters on the side of the long bridge, there is a temporarily closed laboratory building, because the experiment here requires an absolutely dry environment, so in the rainy winter every year, these laboratory buildings will be temporarily closed, and at this moment, on the top floor of one of the buildings, the military police captain is standing by the fence, looking at the bridge in the distance.

He was a second-stage contractor, a typical symbiotic type, with enough visual distance to walk through the snow curtain and look at the carriage in the distance.

The obvious reason he's here today is to grab that obnoxious detective and pry his mouth open.

Because he hid the machine, because the vice president had given clear instructions, because this guy was really uncomfortable to look at his face, anyway, whether it was public or private, today this guy has to honestly tell everything he knows.

Of course, when you say it, it doesn't mean it's over.

For the next three hours, the bridge will be completely uncrossed, and Deputy Director Holker can guarantee this, so no matter what happens here for a while, no one will know whether the bastard detective is dead or alive, who was caught, and where he was caught, no one knows, and the driver of the carriage can completely ignore it, and the person sitting in the carriage has just received a report from his soldiers that it seems to be just the owner of a bar, so there is no need to care.

In short, as long as you ask where the machine is, then the detective's life is completely in his own hands.

Recalling the misunderstandings and grievances of the past few days, as well as the other party's disdainful look this morning, the corners of the captain's mouth showed a somewhat cruel smile.

But he is not the kind of fool who is carried away by anger after all, he knows that the detective must have his own uniqueness in being chosen by Catherine, so even if he has only undergone the canonization ceremony for half a year, it cannot be underestimated.

Therefore, I have prepared 13 people, and there are 8 of them in the first and second order contractors!

Moreover, this morning's exclusive steam locomotive for the Holy See really made him feel at ease, so for the sake of insurance, he didn't show up, just stood here and watched from a distance, so even if there was any emergency, he could get out of the way.

And at this time.

The carriage had come to a slow stop, and the coachman, completely frightened by the situation before him, jumped down with a grunt, and then ran and hid behind a bridge pillar, timidly leaking half of his face, looking at the men.

Inside the carriage, Sherlock apologized to Erin and stepped out of the carriage unhurriedly.

The cold wind and fine snow pavement made him feel very refreshed.

For some reason, instead of looking at the people who had been waiting for a long time in front of him, he raised his head and looked towards the buildings in the distance.

glanced at the ......

(End of chapter)