Chapter 105 The Eve of the Last Day

Author: Magic Melon

Chapter 105 The Eve of the Last Day

No one knows how Watson found Sherlock.

Anyway, at dusk that day, the hungry Sherlock saw him in a restaurant directly opposite the British Library.

At that time, a few middle-aged women who had been at home for several days went out to purchase. When they passed by the restaurant, they all stopped at the same time. While looking inside, they pointed. Sherlock glanced in with a little curious look and saw the pervert who could taste elegant by drinking inferior coffee.

"What? Those two toys finally got rid of their burp?" Sherlock sat opposite Watson, without even asking, took a refreshment at the other party's table and started eating.

"How did you see it?"

"There is no need to 'see' at all. Those two guys are not dead, how could you have the leisure to come out for a walk!?"

Watson sighed: "Is this image in your heart?" But he did not intend to continue the topic, but instead put on a rare serious expression:

"Okay, I'm not here to chat with you, but to remind you that trouble is coming. Pope Ortido must have remembered that there are people like you, and...."

"And I've sent someone to kill me, right?"

Watson frowned beautifully: "You knew it long ago?"

"Of course I know, and I have even solved one."

".!"

"It's just a furious soldier who came back from the front line, there's nothing to worry about." Sherlock comforted.

Watson continued to be silent for a while, and then said seriously: "Don't be too optimistic. I think you may not have figured out the seriousness of the matter yet. The pope didn't even want to make this matter pay attention to you. He just issued a execution order about you. This order will be spread through various channels and marked with a very attractive price. As long as you receive it, you will basically take your life.

And the person I am talking about is an executive of the Judgment Department. He came to Bai Jingtie to find you this morning.

Although he did not explicitly say that he wanted to kill you, but pretended to be a normal test, I could see his real intention. He wanted to kill you during the test, and by the way, he pushed all the blame to his own mistakes and Priest Thompson's failure in discipline.

Alas. I won’t talk much nonsense about the specific details. In short, you should leave London and change your name and find a place to hide. You can live a few more years. I still have some money and know a few people who drive black boats. If you go home with me later, I will give you a few routes."

Watson said weakly, the coffee in the cup had no aroma, it was all unfiltered residue. When he saw Sherlock's leisurely expression as he was eating a small butter cake outside the window, he couldn't help but say angrily:

"You can't be more panicked? That's an executive."

Just finished speaking

"You told the people in the company that someone wants to kill me?" Sherlock said suddenly.

"Of course not, otherwise you can't leave."

"Then I'm leaving now, won't you be in trouble?"

"It's a bit troublesome, but it won't cause any death in the end. We haven't known each other for a long time, but I still don't want to see you get slapped into a paste. As for the others, we should think of solutions."

Sherlock took out a cigarette and was about to lit it, but when he saw the sign of smoking prohibition on the wall, he said angrily: "Is that executive officer very powerful?"

"You should know it by listening to the title. If you can order a group of deacons in the Judgment Department, he will definitely be much stronger than the big-headed soldiers you met before who came back from the front line."

"It makes sense." He nodded, then grabbed the cigarette and got up and prepared to go outside to smoke: "See you tomorrow."

"What?" Watson even thought he had heard it wrong, so he followed it out in anger and took a cigarette handed over by the other party: "You are really the most conceited person I have ever seen in the world. I know you have some skills, but I would like to emphasize again that the executive wants to kill you."

"I thought I was the most conceited person in the world before, but after these days, I found that I could only be second." Sherlock finally took a sip of smoke comfortably, and the fatal spicy sensation wandered in his chest, and then vomited it all in one breath, forming a cloud of warm smoke in the cold wind.

He thought of the arrogant little guy, and by the way, the maid beside him and the words the maid had said to him.

‘If a contractor wants to advance to the next stage, he can only squeeze out everything he can at this stage; only by reaching the limit first can he break through the limit.’

"You may not believe it." Sherlock said thoughtfully: "I even think he is coming at the right time."

"What does it mean?" Watson said, leaning over to Sherlock's lighter. I don't know when it started, but he seemed to be affected by the bastard detective in front of him and was also caught in the trouble of smoking.

The spicy stimulation of his respiratory tract made him slightly excited:

"Are you really going to go to the appointment tomorrow and go for that test? Have a fight with an executive of the Judgment Department and then turn into a pool of mud on the training ground?"

"I definitely don't want to turn into mud, but I don't want to hide everywhere." Sherlock said leisurely: "And that's it. How could I wait until tomorrow to go to the appointment.

If that executive really wants to kill me, then from the moment he crosses the Thames,

The battle between us has begun."

At night, executive Ivnovic sat on the sofa in a luxury hotel with frowning eyebrows.

He can't sleep

Because there is no calm incense in the room, the pillow is not the purest velvet, the quilt is not soft enough, and there will be carriages passing by outside the window, and there will be a tiny and light sound in the gas pipeline for heating. There will be no servants to serve, and there will be no fine wine from the Mertina administrative district.

In short, compared to my own residence, this place is simply a pit.

But this is already the most expensive hotel nearby.

He was old and his long work when he was young brought him severe insomnia, so it was difficult for him to fall asleep in this environment, but when he thought that the imperial citizens who were rushing for life might not even be able to live in such a place, he could only sigh helplessly.

OK, he always thought he was a very friendly Holy See, so tonight, even if he fell asleep with the mortals in the city, from a certain perspective, this was a gift and reward for the devout worship of many believers.

So he made up his mind and walked towards the bed that he thought was not much different from straw mattress, and then gritted his teeth and lay down.

The mattress was not soft because the weight of his body slowly sank, which made his waist a little uncomfortable.

So he turned over again

Suddenly, he felt a little ache in his head, his muscles all over his body began to feel sore, and his heart seemed to be being held by something.

This feeling is a bit like the backlash effect that only occurred when he was young when the contract creature was injured during the mission.

But this feeling hasn't been through for many years. Since I became an executive of the Judgment Department, I have rarely had the opportunity to perform a task in person.

Moreover, he did not summon the contract creature at all, so naturally he would not be injured.

"What's going on?"

He turned over again. When he thought of the heavy blows in the tasks he had suffered when he was young, he naturally felt that he was still old after all, and the old problems finally showed some sequelae.

But what can I do? This is not a parish, and there is no repair solution that can relieve pain. As the executive officer of the Judgment Department, although I sound quite a status, I still have no right to take the initiative to invite the beautiful girl who can cure all the injuries, so I can only hold on.

"Why"

After a long sigh, he closed his eyes helplessly, trying to force himself to forget that this seemed increasingly obvious physical discomfort.

At the same time, I was even more helpless to realize that this night must be extremely long

And of course he wouldn't know that, just before this difficult toss and turns, for a long time, he was in a building directly opposite the luxurious hotel where he lived;

A person, standing quietly in the shadow of a certain floor, only a little scarlet light flashed by, which was a ignited cigarette.

And the man's sight silently crossed the long street, through the window, as if with a gentle glance, he could see everything in his eyes
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