It may be that Melissa feels that she is really not very old, just 20 years old, so she always puts on a bitter preaching posture in front of Sherlock, sometimes giving him the way to survive as a science detective in this world, and sometimes explaining to Sherlock the glorious past of this detective agency and the future that will definitely be even more brilliant, the reason why she does this is because she can appear to be very mature, and on the other hand, she is afraid that Sherlock will feel that there is no business, and if this guy leaves his hands one day, it will be badIt's hard to find such a cheap employee.

And Sherlock will respond effectively to the chatter of the young boss most of the time, listening to her nagging about these useless topics, it is better than asking her where she came from, where she has worked, how many people are in the family, etc., although during this time, Sherlock has made a lot of bad supplements to the names of places and common sense of life in this world, but after all, he has never lived in this world, so he doesn't want to expose his identity because he can't answer a common sense question.

"After eating later, you can go outside and put up some advertisements and hand out flyers." Melissa began to arrange work for Sherlock again: "Oh, these meals need to be put in the pot to keep warm, Miller has half an hour after school, and when the time comes, he will find that the potatoes are cold, and he should complain again." ”

"Okay." Sherlock nodded, if people who once knew him saw how he was living now, they would all be scared to sit on the ground with the famous Sherlock, tearing the demon and killing the emperor, a fierce person who crossed the gates of hell alone, and now he was in a small street detective agency, helping the blind boss cook, clean up the house, and distribute flyers??

It's not the fucking art style.

After putting the rest of the food in the pot, Sherlock picked up the stack of flyers on the table and prepared to go out, but before that, he had to go into the bathroom and take care of his hair and beard.

Sherlock's hairstyle is very neat now, the kind that is not too long, the hair on his forehead is all brushed back to the back, and his beard is neatly groomed, revealing a well-defined stubble, which he has never been so clean when he attended the Day of Love ceremony.

And the reason why he dressed himself like this is mainly to distinguish himself from what he looks like on the wanted notice.

The person in the wanted warrant is a man with a scruffy beard, messy hair, and a very sloppy man at first glance, and now Sherlock, an excellent employee of a detective agency who pays attention to appearance, is polite and mature, and is full of energy, in fact, he wants to make himself look like a big change, and the most important point is to change his overall temperament.

If Sherlock now wears sunglasses and covers his mask, wrapping the whole person tightly, and walking sneakily, it will make people suspicious.

And the results of this pinch are also very good, at least in the eyes of a 9-year-old child in Miller, he has nothing to do with the person on the wanted list, in his words, that traitor is a big villain at first glance, the whole person looks ugly and fierce, it is estimated that he will eat children when he is hungry! And since Sherlock bought him a few ice creams, Miller even thought Sherlock was a little handsome.

The days in the detective agency are very leisurely, there is not much business, but this is not a rented store, there is no need to pay rent, Melissa yells every day that there is no big commission, but in fact, it is just a mouthful of nagging, and it will not become irritable, for the detective industry, people don't come to the door, you can't go to the street to pull people.

Therefore, the girl boss always wants to leave some money on the daily food, but to be honest, the current food expenses have been controlled very strictly, so Melissa began to find work for Sherlock again, probably because she felt that as long as she let the employee work more, then the salary given out would be more cost-effective, and even for a while, she wanted Sherlock to buy some better soil and potato sprouts, and plant some vegetables behind the detective agency, so that she could save all the meal expenses.

Fortunately, Sherlock emphasized over and over again that the vegetables we grow ourselves may mutate and the potatoes may turn green, which is not good for the body after eating, which dispelled her idea.

……

In this way, the days passed, and in the blink of an eye, another two months passed, and now the sun emitted excessive light and heat every day, and there was little difference between the four seasons of the year, but there were still some small differences, such as the recent winds have been stronger, and sometimes, when passing through the narrow gaps between the buildings, there is a whirring whimper.

Miller's school had a long vacation, and he stayed at home every day, and Melissa reprimanded the little fat man who was less than two digits in age every once in a while, telling him not to run out all the time if he was fine, because he would be blind if the sun shone too much.

But after such a long time, the wanted notices posted outside have not been revoked, and even some have been blown away because of the strong wind, and someone will re-post a new one the next day, and the bounties on TV are not so frequent, but they still appear once or twice occasionally, so that people have adapted to the existence of this thing, and gradually forget that there has always been a vicious rebel, still hidden in a corner of the city.

"Sister, how much money can we make if we catch this guy?"

During the meal, the announcement of the bounty order sounded again on the radio on the street, the fried artemisia annua that I ate today, Miller hated this kind of green and hard food, so he was bored fiddling with a few vegetable stalks on the plate, and asked angrily.

"If it's you, then I'll definitely hand it over to the government without hesitation." Melissa said flatly.

"The school didn't show a video of the man running away, saying it was too bloody and would frighten children, but I've heard that the man could punch through a wall and his teeth could chew human bones like shortbread."

Miller waved his arms and said, "But while I haven't seen the footage of him, we have a wanted notice for him on the wall of our school, and that guy's nose is as big as Uncle Hopkins'." ”

"Ahem———" Sherlock didn't choke.

"Yes, if Hopkins is the traitor, then we just need to tie him up and hand him over to the patrol police, and I guess we won't have to worry about it for the rest of our lives."

"But Uncle Hopkins is not a traitor, a traitor, he can't be lectured by you every day, and he has to clean the room every day." Miller continued to chatter.

"If you don't eat all the food on your plate, Hopkins will rest today, and you'll do all his work!"

Melissa said a little angrily, so frightened that Miller quickly put her mouth into the edge of the plate, pulled the food on it into her mouth and listened to the tinkling sound of the chopsticks touching the surface of the plate, Melissa let out a long sigh, feeling that she really had endured the pain that she should not bear at this age.

After a few minutes, the siblings had finally finished their meal, and Sherlock was in charge of washing the dishes, and Melissa put the matter within Sherlock's scope of work with some untenable arguments.

Warm water flowed from the faucet, Sherlock slowly rinsed the stains off the plate, some music was playing on the portable speaker next to him, and the light overhead was so bright and soft.

Before he knew it, it had been more than three months since he came here, and Sherlock even felt that he had fully adapted to life in this world, and the wind and sand outside the window were as old as before, and he looked at the water flowing out of the water pipe and began to think about a very strange question.

If, in this world, Sherlock. Sherlock Holmes] is just a figure in a detective, so why did he call it that name?

Is it a coincidence?

Although theoretically speaking, this is indeed possible, but it is not really possible to attribute this situation to coincidence, and why is my memory of my parents so vague, it stands to reason that my memory should not be so bad as this.

During this time, Sherlock of course took the time to read the history of this world, and he knew that the person [Nightingale] was real, and [Dante Alighier] also existed.

If, in different timelines, the people who are destined to appear will eventually appear, this argument can be barely justified, then

Moriarty, John Watson: What's going on with these people, these names are also all from that book.

Of course, only the names of these guys are the same as in the book, and the rest of the other elements, whether they are looks, characters, or other elements, are all related to the book, in that book, Moriarty is a math teacher, occasionally engaging in murder, bank robbery, peddling murder and other hobbies, and John Watson is even an honest guy.

It's as if someone has forcibly planted these names on someone's head.

Sherlock is a smart man, and it took him a short time to figure out the relationship between the two worlds, but he couldn't find the answer to the people around him.

The windows were closed, the room was quiet, the temperature was comfortable, the grit scraped against the glass, and Sherlock couldn't help but think about how everyone was doing in his original world.

To what extent has the expedition to hell's gates progressed, whether Miss Nightingale has awakened, whether Watson is still with her, whether the plans of Moriarty's unified government and the Holy See are still being carried out steadily, and whether the old man who lives by the sea in the town is a monster or not.

Sherlock is calm, thinking, and waiting in such a life, the stars above his head are still exploding, turning the originally blue planet into a bleak dark red, there is no winter with ice and snow, and there is no spring with lush trees, people's lives are busy day after day, but there are no ups and downs, maybe the main tone of this world is despair, so even if the government tries to make the people mention their hope for life, it is useless, there is very little movement between neighbors, so long, Sherlock didn't even know the name of the owner of the clothing store next door, and no one else noticed the inconspicuous little staff in the detective agency.

However, Sherlock still had no way to escape

After such a long time, there is still no sign of stopping the search for him, and it is even getting deeper and deeper into the bone marrow, although ordinary citizens can't feel it, they just feel that there are a few more notices posted and the reward amount is more, but in some places that are not accessible to normal life, the government's search has reached a very terrible level.

All shipping personnel have to go through strict inspections, including packaged goods, barren areas outside the city, in those ruins, and even in the vast no-man's land, a large number of search sites have been established, countless human armies are conducting large-scale searches day and night, and even those underground gambling houses, mutant creature smuggling channels, and even human trafficking, organ transplant dark medical institutions, have been full of traces of government search personnel.

All the channels that can leave the city have been blocked, and the gates of hell, in the military garrison area thousands of kilometers away from the city, if it was the former Sherlock, desperately ran all the way over, there was a glimmer of hope, but at this time, he still had no recovery from the injuries in his body, plus those terrible high-tech weapons of war, tanks, planes, precision missiles. In the city, a wide range of lethal weapons cannot be used, once out of the city, these things are thrown at their bodies without any scruples, and it is estimated that in less than five minutes, they will only have a handful of ashes left.

Such a large-scale search has lasted for many months, and the manpower and material resources spent must be unimaginable, but it seems that this is just the beginning, and that group of government officials have a posture of not giving up if they are not caught, Sherlock really doesn't understand, his life is really so heavy?

……

After cleaning up the dishes, Sherlock wiped off the water stains on his hands, and then went to the hall, where he picked up a stack of leaflets, then went to the door again, took his deer hunting hat from the hanger, put it on his head, lowered it slightly, and walked out of the door.

This is his main job during this period, which is to raise the visibility of the detective agency.

The wind seemed to be lighter outside, and there were sporadic pedestrians on the streets, and Sherlock walked in the wind, raising the collar of his trench coat, just obscuring most of his face, but not obtrusive.

Two more streets on, during which time he was just distracted by handing out leaflets to a few pedestrians, and soon came to a separate building two blocks away.

This building is a triangle, compared with the huge towering buildings next to it, only about ten meters high, the whole body is white, in this city where human habitation is very limited, it seems particularly luxurious.

And in the square in front of it, there is a huge sign———— [Survivor Alliance History Museum]

(End of chapter)