To be honest, Sherlock was a little surprised when he saw the contents of the letter.

Who would have thought that Mrs. Hudson, the Holy Highness of the Holy See, would write a letter to herself. In fact, it stands to reason that in the past two centuries of traditional cognition, the saint should tie the knot with the Son, so a saint wrote a letter to herself, and deliberately said that she wanted to see herself, which is a bit strange no matter how you look at it.

Fortunately, the brain circuits of the Holy Son and the Holy Maiden in this session are not very normal, and the position they are in is also nine times out of ten that Moriarty told Hudson.

So a strange man who was invited to a private meeting with the Holy Maiden in the middle of the night should not be a problem in the eyes of those papal seekers who escorted along the way

As the sun leans westward, Sherlock walks through the streets of London in a horse-drawn carriage.

Although the armchair was on Baker Street, and he was able to use the warped sun to teleport quickly, he still chose to rush through it in the traditional way, with enough time, and the feeling of being dragged into the universe was not so pleasant.

Perhaps the Imperial Legacy Ceremony is about to begin, and posters are beginning to be put up in the streets and alleys of the city. And to say 'related', in fact, most of them are singing about the great achievements of Augustine the Great over the years, but during his reign, the great achievements are really countless, each of which is like the most powerful booster, walking through the streets, and even being infected by those simple words and the deeds contained in the words.

This is not to manipulate the hearts of the people, nor to create public opinion, but to really put the facts in front of the people of the empire, then people will naturally judge them.

But in fact, no matter how you judge it, Augustine the Great is the greatest emperor in the sacred calendar, and even in human history.

On the other hand, some of the slogans about "Franklin" posted next to them are less eye-catching.

There is no way, because the time is too short, even if the 50-year-old new politician is reported twice in a row in the Holy Journal, it is only temporarily for him to gain some public recognition, but it is impossible for this sense of identity to exist forever, because he has no political achievements, even if the so-called new energy popularization program is really great, but before its official implementation, how do the people know whether that thing is really effective, or rhetoric.

If you don't implement it, you can't see the effect, and if you don't see the effect, you can't implement it, and it seems that all reforms will fall into this ridiculous loop.

The carriage passed by a self-service newsstand, Sherlock told the coachman to wait a moment, then jumped out of the carriage and came to the kiosk, and quickly threw two pennies, the old machine spat out a newspaper, Sherlock picked it up and looked at it, and stepped into the carriage.

I have to say that the news during this period of time is really showing an explosive blowout, first the inheritance ceremony was advanced, and then Franklin reported that the murder of the dean of the Academy of Life Sciences has not been half a month ago, and now the newspaper is reporting on a medicine that can treat most diseases.

In the relevant description, the source of this potion is a genius pharmacist, who has developed a new formula based on the repair solution specially provided by the Holy Cult Army, and if it can be successfully developed, then this potion can have the same effect as Nightingale's presence to a certain extent.

Sherlock couldn't help but smile silently, it seems that the methods of these big people to build momentum are similar, in fact, it can be imagined, this is to give the [Life Continuation Experiment] an advance dose, in a short period of time, so that the people have an illusory yearning for this potion, if Augustine the Great succeeds to the throne, then the homeopathic situation will start this experiment.

It happens that the situation is driven, the people's will, and an increase in political achievements, not to mention, can also drive more funds towards the flow of this experiment, after all, the money of the empire, in the final analysis, comes from the working people at the bottom, so the people are optimistic about the things, that is, the most profitable things, this, all the non-asshole mongrels know this.

Oh, and if this experiment does succeed, then Sherlock dares to pack a ticket, and this so-called 'genius pharmacist' will surely take advantage of the situation and become a candidate for the dean of the new generation of life sciences dean, and it will not be long before the self-management privileges that the life sciences have spent decades on will be a dead letter.

Sherlock closed the newspaper and watched the melting snow outside the window, and before he knew it, the carriage drove down the long street, finally to the familiar Baker Street.

At this time, there was a very ordinary carriage parked in front of Gate 221B, but the horse with pure white coat was a little conspicuous, fortunately, it was not too rare, so it would not attract too much attention, a maid in a thick winter coat stood beside the carriage, low eyebrows, without saying a word, Sherlock could see from the extra piece of fabric under the cuffs and skirt, under the winter coat, it seemed to be wearing a white nun's dress.

White nun garments are extremely rare, and Sherlock has only seen them once on the Day of Love.

"Knock Knock"

He came to the door on the first floor

In fact, in the past few months, he has subtly regarded this place as his home, but at this moment, he seems to remember the situation a few months ago, when he was still a tenant.

At that time, Mrs. Hudson was just a landlord, who would have thought that at this moment, the other party was already a saint who was admired by all the people, so when he saw her, he didn't need to kneel down and worship?

Just as he was thinking, there was a sound of footsteps in the room, and then the door opened, and it was a white-robed nun, who did not say much, but directly stepped out of her position, and made a gesture to invite in.

Sherlock walks into the room.

In fact, the room has not changed much, even if Watson is a little clean, but it will not be enough to renovate this place, at this time, there is a familiar figure sitting at the brightly polished table.

His own landlord, the Holy Lady Reticia.

But at this time, the landlady was not wearing a gorgeous dress, nor did she have a beautiful headdress with golden sunflowers on her head, but still wore a simple dress that she used to wear before, and there was no makeup on her face, but the seemingly ordinary pendant around her neck showed what kind of rights she had.

"I have to say, I thought that when I came back, this bouquet of flowers should have died long ago, but I didn't expect it to be alive now, and it is much more alive than when I raised it."

Mrs. Hudson reached out and fiddled with the leaves by the window, as if she wanted to act as usual, but in those eyes that were not looking at Sherlock, she could feel that she was in a very complicated mood right now.

But in the end, she still mustered up the courage to look at her tenant, and then said with some resentment: "Don't look at me with that kind of eyes, do you think that the saint usually wears like a white sunflower?" That outfit only appears at the ceremony, and if you wear it normally, you can't even take care of yourself. ”

She was telling the truth, not to hide the embarrassing disguise, and it seemed that after becoming a saint, she hated the beautiful and dazzling costume.

Sherlock smiled, and seeing each other again after a few months gave him some sudden illusions, he didn't kneel down to worship, let alone make any pious etiquette for believers, he just bowed slightly: "Indeed, beautiful things are generally not so practical." ”

With these words, he also came to the table and sat down, and a white-robed nun next to him quietly poured a cup of tea for him, looking extremely respectful.

"These people are my personal maids, although I have said many times that I can do some things by myself, but they don't listen at all, I asked after that, these nuns have been trained to serve saints since childhood, if you always refuse them, it will make them anxious."

Sherlock nodded, picked up the teacup and took a sip: "This time back to London, are you passing by?" ”

His tone was like meeting an old friend.

"Hmm." Seeing that the other party did not say anything else, the landlady seemed to be relieved, and then nodded:

"I've actually been going back and forth to the dioceses for the past few months. In fact, when I became a saint, I realized that this job was not easy to do at all, because the saint needed to preach to the major dioceses of the empire, and the target of the preaching was still the group of clergy, people like the Pope. I'm going to memorize the Gospel of Light during this time. To tell you the truth, seeing those high-ranking priests crawling under their feet every day, I really didn't have the slightest sense of accomplishment, because they were not worshipping me at all, but worshipping the Holy Light, and I was like a member of the Propaganda Department of the Holy Light in the world. I really miss the time when I was a waitress in a restaurant. ”

A saint is actually nostalgic for the time when she worked in a hotel, if no one else hears it, it is estimated that one by one will drop her jaws, but fortunately, the nun next to her has long been the landlady's most loyal servant, so she can speak freely in front of them.

After that, the two people at the table began to talk very casually, but most of the content was each other's recent situation, body, the golden light of Jerusalem, etc., Mrs. Hudson did not mention Sherlock's strong role in Professor Darwin's case, and Sherlock did not ask Her Highness how many of the most devout believers she had seen during this time, and they tacitly avoided some of the past, avoided the heavy snow a few months ago, avoided those early breakfasts, and avoided the beef soup at night.

But even if they don't say it, the landlord and tenant also know very well that they are no longer an obscure passer-by on the streets of London, and Hudson's mood is actually more complicated, who would have thought that a once unknown detective has become such a powerful person.

As she spoke, the night outside the window deepened, and after a flicker of a gas lamp, Mrs. Hudson finally fell silent, and then looked into Sherlock's eyes with some solemnity.

"Actually, this time I called Ling, not only to catch up with the past, but also to tell you something very important." Speaking of this, she exhaled slowly: "I have found evidence that Augustine the Great planned the Great London Catastrophe. ”

“.”

The teacup in Sherlock's hand stiffened, staring intently at the girl in front of him.

He had long felt that his landlord had been hiding some words, but he didn't expect that when he opened his mouth, it would be such a sentence.

She had already left London at the time of that catastrophe, and was on her way to Jerusalem, and everything that followed seemed to have nothing to do with her, but in all respects the Holy Lady would not have been involved in this great conspiracy.

But at this time, the word [evidence] suddenly came out of the other party's mouth, so that Sherlock had to look at the other party carefully in order to distinguish more things from the other party's expression.

"Why are you looking at me like that, I'm a holy woman of the Holy See, do you think I'm really useless except to preach everywhere?"

Hudson's tone sounded very resentful, but the corners of her mouth were smiling, as if she felt that it was a very happy thing to be able to help the detective in front of her.

(End of chapter)