Watson frowned slightly.

He didn't have any friends in this world, and if he had to say one, it would be Sherlock standing in the doorway at the moment.

Moreover, very few people know that he lives here.

So who's going to call?

He walked over, then picked up the phone, said a few words to the person inside, and handed the microphone in the direction of Sherlock:

"Looking for you."

Sherlock walked into the room, took the phone and put it to his ear, and he couldn't help but smile wryly when he heard the voice of Director Lestrade coming from inside.

"I said, what have you been doing lately, have you provoked some big shots?"

Director Lestrade definitely didn't know what Sherlock had done in the past six months or so, he just felt that the other party hadn't been to the police station for a long time, which made him worry a lot less, in fact, he had been looking forward to it, if Sherlock would never appear again, it would be good.

But he never imagined that just now, he received a phone call, and on the other end of the phone was the top official of the Imperial Ministry of Justice, which was a top-level existence that he couldn't even imagine.

However, the leader of the judicial bureau showed an extremely obvious kindness to Lestrade on the phone, as if they were old friends who had not seen each other for many years, and even the other party's words carried a hint of request, and he wanted Lestrade to do him a favor.

That is. Let him see if he can get a guy named 'Sherlock. Sherlock Holmes' detectives will be quiet for the next few months and don't make any big noise.

Lestrade was puzzled, he didn't know how Sherlock had anything to do with the leader of the Judicial Bureau, but he assured himself that if this matter was settled, he would most likely be transferred to the Imperial Bureau of Justice.

How could Director Lestrade miss this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, so he immediately called Sherlock.

"I said brother, I don't care what you're going to do, but we've known each other for some years, can you give me a face and be quiet for a while?"

Sherlock smiled, then said apologetically, "I'm sorry, if it's something else, it's okay to say, but I have something very important to do lately." ”

"What the hell are you going to do?"

"In a few days, you'll see it in the newspapers, and now, trust me, you won't want to know."

With that, he hung up.

Watson wasn't an idiot, so he sensed something very keenly, looked at Sherlock with more interest, and asked, "Who do you want to kill?" ”

"Augustine the Great." Sherlock responded directly.

Watson's slightly narrowed eyes seemed to widen slightly, in fact, he should have thought of this answer a long time ago, according to Sherlock's character, he would never accept the current situation.

But kill the emperor of an empire

Oh no, that person is no longer the emperor, but when he heard Sherlock say this sentence himself, Watson's heart, which has an incomparably strong receptive ability, still beat violently.

"You're crazy."

When Sherlock heard this evaluation, instead of refuting or being annoyed, he smiled and said, "How is it, do you think that my friend is not in vain?" ”

"Of course!" Watson nodded: "It's really an honor not to forget to call me for this kind of thing." ”

No one knew what Watson was thinking, but at this moment, his faint smile that had not changed for thousands of years seemed to show a touch of real joy and excitement from the bottom of his heart.

Augustine was no longer emperor, but no one really thought that he would become a commoner by taking off the crown, so Lestrade's phone call was certainly just the beginning.

Sure enough, in the early hours of the next morning, another phone rang.

This time, it was Catherine who called.

And the meaning expressed by this eldest lady is also very clear, the person who killed his father has been punished by evil, and the successful demonstration of the experiment has also justified Professor Darwin's name, if his father has knowledge, then he must have been satisfied, as for the old man who has taken off his brocade clothes, in fact, if he does not kill him, he will not live long, and he does not have to be so decisive at all.

Sherlock listened attentively, then briefly chatted a few words, and finally hung up.

The next caller was Hopkins, who told Sherlock very earnestly that although the newspaper said that he and the third division of the trial court where he was located had all been punished, it was only a formality, and their group of people had not been punished at all, and even on the contrary, they had received some non-explicit commendations, and if it went well, he would be promoted to law enforcement officer next year.

Sherlock congratulated Hopkins on his career, and then, without listening to what the other man was saying, snapped the microphone on.

When the time came to noon, a group of extremely eye-catching convoys appeared on Baker Street, pure white nuns' clothes, a horse with white coats, and the carriage that perfectly combined magnificence and solemnity, as well as the dozens of clergy who followed behind the carriage, all showed the identity of the owner of the car.

Under normal circumstances, when these people appear in the city, they must be covered up to a certain extent, after all, no matter how noble they are, they don't want to be noticed everywhere they go, and then they all bow down along the way with the most surprised expressions.

But this time, the group was in a hurry, and it seemed that they had come from a nearby place overnight, and they traveled all the way until they stopped in front of the door of No. 221B.

Immediately afterwards, in the midst of the worship of countless people along the way, Her Royal Highness got out of the carriage quickly, and didn't even have time to change out of the gorgeous and dazzling long skirt, so she held it with her hand and knocked on the door of the roadside room in a panic.

No one knew why she was so nervous, let alone what kind of people lived in No. 221B, which could make Her Highness so panicked, in short, the people around her only saw that the person who opened the door seemed to be just an ordinary-looking man.

However, Her Highness the Holy Maiden completely ignored the gaze of the people around her, and did not wait for the servants to dismiss the people around her, and said excitedly without waiting for a second: "Don't go. Please."

It's just a few simple words, but when they are heard by people who are close, their expressions are like getting up early and seeing the blue sun outside the window, and the whole person is confused.

And the man in the door seemed to be nothing, let go of a position, and made a gesture of invitation: "I knew you would come, come and sit first, after all, you are going back to your own house." ”

In this way, Her Highness walked through the door, and then the door clicked shut, leaving only the stunned people on the street, looking at the inconspicuous apartment that usually passed by when going to work with incredible eyes, not knowing what kind of expression to put on.

Of course, that's not the most incomprehensible.

Because just a few hours later, at half past six in the afternoon, at sunset, the sun was at its brightest.

An airship descended slowly from the sky in a very unreasonable way.

With the roar of the huge turbine and the terrifying wind pressure, it landed at the intersection of Baker Street as if it were covering the sky and the sun, blocking all traffic!

Immediately, a maid who followed His Highness the Son stepped out of the airship and went straight to the door of 221B Baker Street, knocking on the door with some anger and urgency.

"Sherlock! You come out for me! ”

(End of chapter)