This voice really scared the extremely security personnel in front of him.

Not only is it not light, they took out their guns and pressed this guy with a serious brain to the ground!

Miss Nightingale's name, when mentioned to each other in private, must be with the most sincere respect, when facing her, to call her Lord Nightingale, although her identity is only the youngest daughter of a nobleman in a marginal town, but the moment she walks out of the house with that duffel bag on her back, she becomes the star of hope for the entire empire, a gift from the Holy Light to the world.

Who dares to block the gate of the house and call it by his name?

A security guard appeared with bruises and cold sweat on his forehead, glaring at Sherlock angrily, and some of the people around him who were covering their bodies with bushes also rushed out, and one of them, who was presumably a loyal fan of Miss Nightingale, really took out his gun and pointed it at the back of Sherlock's head:

"Shut the fuck up for me!"

At this moment, a window on the second floor of the villa area was pushed open, and a girl who looked to be in her teens, dressed in a simple steam maintenance worker's outfit, poked her head out with some displeasure, wanting to see which tired person dared to make a noise here, and then she saw the guy who had fled with her young lady in the fire.

"Miss?" She was stunned for a moment, and then didn't look back, so she asked, "The court said that you want to equip a professional?" ”

Not far behind her, the girl was lowering her head, holding a book in her hand, drowsy, and was asked by her own maid, she woke up in a trance, turned her head slowly, and the simple movement seemed to make the sunlight around her silhouette seem dazzling:

"Oh, I did, I guess it's going to be tomorrow."

Nopa stared at the private detective outside the hospital who she didn't like very well, but saved her life, and sighed helplessly:

"Well, it looks like that so-called professional came a day early."

The security guards outside the courtyard were still full of anger one by one: "Damn, disturb Your Excellency Nightingale, Lao Tzu will chop you up!" ”

From this fierce rhetoric, Sherlock could probably guess that although these people were security personnel, they were all real soldiers who had shed blood on the front line.

As the saber rattling, a series of heavy footsteps came from a distance, and then, a deliberately pressed voice that seemed to be urning and urning was heard:

"What are you yelling for?"

A few people followed the voice, and then the security personnel immediately restrained their arrogant appearance and whispered: "Report to the captain, we caught a troublemaker." ”

The man known as the captain was dressed in a denim outfit that had been fashionable before the Sacred Calendar, with a wide-brimmed hat, his muscular body propping up his jacket, and two large revolvers held in place with leather holsters dangling to either side of his waist.

Following the words of his subordinates, he looked at the two men in the middle of the crowd, and then glared:

"Monsters?!"

"Monster ???" Everyone present was stunned.

"Oh, I mean, Mr. Sherlock, why are you here?!"

Sherlock looked at Tobias Gregson, who he hadn't seen for a long time, and quickly waved his hand to say hello: "Oh, I was invited by the Inquisition to come over to deal with the Ripper case, so. Can you let your people calm down a little bit first. ”

Miss Nightingale's life was threatened, and of course it was impossible for the Inquisition to protect it alone, and the government had to show sufficient attention, so Tobias Grigson, as the head of the Ninth Division of the Imperial Royal Investigation Mission, was sent to assist the Inquisition.

It just so happened that he and Hopkins had been involved in Professor Darwin's murder together, and they were also familiar.

Of course. In that case, the most memorable thing for him was naturally Sherlock, because of his various performances, the people who won the exam at that time had already directly called him a 'monster' in private, so he didn't pay attention to it just now, and blurted it out.

At this time, seeing the appearance of Sherlock, Captain Gregtson seemed to have a backbone all of a sudden, and hurriedly strode forward, angrily scolding several subordinates next to him: "Hurry up and put the gun away, take out the gun when you see someone, what do you take the gun for?" Don't sleep during your shift, write me a 5,000-word report! ”

Those subordinates looked shocked and thought, we just pulled out our guns, what kind of report do we write, captain, you leak your two large revolvers outside every day as if they were swaggering through the market, why don't you write a report?!

But compared to this, these people are even more curious, who are these two guys, their own captain has always had a bad temper, how can they see these two guys, just like the younger brother meets the eldest brother.

Well, when I think about it, since these two people know that His Excellency Nightingale is here, they should really be professionals invited by the court, but no matter how professional they are, they can't shout loudly in front of the courtyard of His Excellency!

Therefore, even if the captain of his own team spoke, the subordinates still looked unhappy and glared at the two in front of them with hostile eyes.

Staring and staring, only to hear a 'squeak'.

The door to the villa was opened.

A few people looked over, and saw the servant of Lord Nightingale walking out of the door, and the people present immediately hid the guns in their hands behind them, and bowed slightly respectfully:

"I'm sorry, Miss Nopa, but the noise just now may have disturbed Lord Nightingale, we are dealing with it"

A person explained with the most sincere apologies, but Nopa ignored him at all, but looked at Sherlock very unhappily: "You can come, can you call me in advance?" Do you have to shout downstairs? ”

Sherlock pouted: "I don't know that the Imperial Royal Investigation Team and the Inquisition haven't communicated well. ”

"Okay, come in quickly, Miss is waiting for you."

As he spoke, Nopa put on that haughty attitude as always, and motioned to hurry up and follow her in.

In this way, under the stunned gaze of the crowd, Sherlock and Watson walked into the villa, and it was not until the sound of the door closing that the minds of several people were brought back.

Then they looked at each other, and finally looked at Captain Gregson.

"This guy. Who the hell is it? A man couldn't help asking.

Captain Gregerson also came to his senses, and then hammered his fist on the brains of the subordinates in front of him, and said angrily in a suppressed voice:

"Don't ask such stupid questions, just treat him like a monster.

Do you know what monster means?

It's just that no matter what this guy does, you all try your best to accept it! Don't be in a daze, don't believe it, even if he walks out of this villa in a few days by the hand of His Excellency Nightingale, you guys. Forehead. Well, it's really impossible.

Anyway, don't think of this guy as one of our kind, remember, he's a monster! ”

Sherlock didn't know that Gregson had kicked himself out of the ranks of a normal person, he followed Nopa into the villa, but he felt that every part of this place was so delicately decorated, the soft carpets, the paintings on the walls, looking out of the window, it seemed that he could still see the golden leaves of the surrounding greenery, looming between those quiet paths and wooden stacks, he had lived in London for so long, he did not know that there was such a place on the outskirts of the city.

You can feel that, even in the midst of protection, some people still want Miss Nightingale to be as comfortable as possible.

In this way, the two walked slowly to a study on the second floor, and Nopa pushed the door very unruly: "That young lady is inside, you guys can talk slowly." ”

Nopa didn't know what she was busy with, there were specks of engine oil on her overalls, she probably didn't have the time to listen to Sherlock and her young lady talk about the old days or the security link, but she still stared at him with warning eyes:

"You'd better be honest and don't do anything outside of work!"

After saying that, he went into the next room, and soon there was a sizzling sound of the drill bit rubbing against the steel, and Sherlock helplessly explained to Watson: "No way, Miss Nightingale's servant, is spoiled, but this guy does have some talent for mechanics." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, he was suddenly stunned for a moment, and then he saw Watson gasping for breath repeatedly, his hands clenched and sometimes released, as if he had not heard Sherlock say anything at all.

He couldn't help but feel a little funny:

"As for you, even if you always emphasize that Miss Nightingale is the most beautiful person in the world, it's not like you haven't seen her portrait, so what's there to be nervous about?"

That's when it happened

It is estimated that after the door opened, I didn't see anyone come in for a long time, and the girl in the house came over with some curiosity, and then saw the two people standing at the door, and said with a smile:

"Why are you standing, do you have to ask me to come over and invite you two?"

Her voice is very good, and she is wearing the most ordinary home clothes, it seems that this girl has never had very high requirements for clothing, and only pursues simple and comfortable.

At this time, she appeared directly in front of her, the most casual smile, even if Sherlock had already seen each other, she was still subconsciously stunned.

Well, it seems that those portraits of her are still a bit conservative.

(End of chapter)