The invitation in the bar, a man and a woman riding in a carriage together, the phrase 'do you want to go in for a cup of tea' in front of the villa, and the sound of water in the bathroom at this moment,

It all makes sense and in 99% of cases, it will be a good indication of an exciting and wonderful experience to come.

However, at this time, Sherlock did not have the slightest conventional mind.

He sat on the sofa in the living room, looking at everything in the room, the clean and warm décor, the soft and lightly scented carpet, the gas lamps without any noise, the wine cabinet embedded in the wall, and the bottles of red wine on it that he dared not imagine the price.

This villa is not very large, but everything inside shows the owner's unique vision of architectural aesthetics and the ultimate luxury of life.

But the amazing thing is that none of this can make Sherlock decipher any information about Erin.

It's not that everything around you is new, but because all the details exist independently.

When I walked through the hallway, I saw the shoes stacked side by side in the cloakroom, as well as the dresses that were classified and hung in color and style, which clearly showed that the owner here has a typical rigorous and stable character, and his attitude towards life is also in order; Then I saw the messy books in the living room, the pillows piled up on the floor, and Sherlock's brows furrowed slightly; Immediately afterwards, on the floor next to the sofa, he saw some snack crumbs, and a slipper pressed by the leg of the chair, but under this raunchy detail, all the furniture was very well maintained, and it could be seen that the people who lived here liked to clean their rooms, and even on the carpet, there was not much hair to be found. This is almost a cleanliness fetish for a lady's home.

The most expensive red wine, simple coffee; Carefully selected soft beds, but always sleeping casually on the carpet; I like to read, but the stacks of holy newspapers are all brand new; sentimental, but no trace of indecision can be found; The behavior seems to have a kind of reserved and cautious unique to a little woman, but the whole room is warm, revealing the atmosphere in the bones, and it can even be said to be solemn.

And all of this, without any servants or attendants, the whole villa only has traces of her life alone. It's like when this woman does different things, she will show different emotions, different personalities, different attitudes, and she doesn't know which one is the real one, if she blindly thinks that she has seen through this woman because of some details, then maybe she will get some very painful lessons.

'What you see, she lets you see'

Sherlock's mind naturally thought of this sentence.

I remembered that they looked at each other along the way, but my [Temple of Thinking] did not give the slightest useful feedback.

This really confirms that the court's evaluation of this woman ——— extremely mysterious.

And when he thought that it was such a mysterious woman, who was taking a bath at this time in a place across the wall, and Sherlock assured that the other party had absolutely not locked the door, he couldn't help but feel. It's kind of interesting.

And so it went for another 10 minutes or so.

There was a "click" and the bathroom door opened.

Erin walked out in her nightgown, her freshly dried hair casually draped over her shoulders, and her skin was a little red from the steaming heat, which made this woman show a different charm from usual.

"I've been waiting." She smiled and said, "Actually, I was a little apprehensive just now, for fear that you would rush in like a drunk." ”

"I promise, I restrained myself hard." Sherlock smiled and showed some graceful humor: "But I'm curious, what would have happened if I had actually rushed in just now?" ”

"Of course I'm going to die." Erin smiled even more happily, then walked to the wine cabinet and took out a bottle casually: "Have a drink?" ”

"Preferably within what I can afford." Sherlock said and guessed a little from the change in the other man's expression, and found that the phrase 'of course he will die' did not seem to be a joke.

Anyway, this is like an old friend who has known each other for a long time, sitting on the sofa, casually touching the wine glasses, and then drinking to each other.

And at that moment, the cherry-red liquid flowed down Sherlock's lips and teeth and into his throat.

"The airship crash in London was assigned by Augustine the Great, you should know about it."

Sherlock put down his glass, not choking on the cough of this sudden remark, but pursed his lips, and found that he really couldn't tell the difference between the good and the bad:

"Know. But in fact, I should have known earlier, but I have been wondering why he did this, the method is too rough, too violent, he seems to be in a hurry, and even the method of erasing the clues is so ignorant, there are only a few people at the top of this society, and he is the one who has been sitting for the longest time, so he shouldn't be in such a hurry. ”

Erin looked at Sherlock's calmness, her eyes flashed slightly, and she took the initiative to pour a glass of wine for him with the meaning of 'service': "Yes, he has been guarding the empire for nearly 70 years, and he has long dyed all areas of the empire with his own color.

But he's too old.

In fact, you should have noticed that he hasn't been seen in public for a long time.

A few years ago, I paid a lot of money to get a picture of him sitting in a wheelchair with tubes all over his body. ”

Sherlock couldn't even think about what a terrifying set of numbers Irene's mouth would be, he just looked at the wine in the glass, the gas lamp above his head swaying in the red liquid, and after a while, he seemed to finally think of a possibility that seemed to be long overdue:

"He's going to die?"

"Yes." Erin nodded.

Yes, he should be dead, an old man who is almost a hundred years old, and he is also the emperor of the empire, how can he live so long.

Think about Moriarty's guy, who is already sick at a young age, people like them who don't know how many things to worry about every day, and who carry a burden like a mountain, don't seem to have too long a lifespan, Augustine the Great is also a human being, and he is not even a contractor, so. His imminent death was so surprising and logical.

"But I still can't figure out why he did this series of events."

"Of course you can't think of it, if I don't tell you, no matter how much you think about it." Erin smiled, like those flowery girls, wanting to show her likable side in front of the people she longed for: "Because this involves an experimental project in the Academy of Life Sciences that has been abandoned for many years.

That was more than 40 years ago, before the second demonic invasion took place, and you and I were not born into the world, Dean Darwin declared an experimental project called [Soul Vision].

You should know that.

But in all the records so far, there is no mention of the fact that he submitted another application at that time.

It's called the Life Extension Experiment."

“！！！”

Just one name, one simple phrase.

Sherlock's hand holding the wine glass suddenly froze, and the countless clues in his mind began to converge, causing the light in his eyes to burst into a flash of light.

Then. He looked at Erin in front of him and finally nodded

"I see."

(End of chapter)