Chapter 30: The controller or the symbiotic?

Author: Magic Melon

Chapter 30: The controller or the symbiotic?

Mrs. Joan of Arc Retishia Hudson.

The name is quite long, but she looked at the man squatting in front of her.

I was a little confused for a moment

"Isn't this the stupid passerby yesterday?"

And Sherlock's thoughts at this time were similar to hers:

"Isn't this the kind of stupid woman yesterday?"

Anyway, the two of them were just staring at each other like a static point until the three-flowered kitten made a dissatisfied meow.

"Uh, although I can't believe it, the world is so small." Sherlock stood up first and said with a smile.

Mrs. Hudson blinked her eyes, as if she finally realized what was going on, and asked in surprise: "Are you the tenant who came yesterday?"

"Of course, my landlord."

"Uh" a moment of contemplation lasted for three seconds: "That world is really small."

This somewhat awkward encounter took Sherlock almost five minutes;

He briefly introduced himself with his landlord’s wife, and tried his best to show his kindness and duty as a legal citizen of the empire. At the same time, he also confirmed his speculation yesterday;

That is. This Mrs. Hudson is just a single and alone girl who is not yet 20 years old.

Of course, he could not expose the other party on the spot, just smiled and said goodbye, then came to the side of the road and called a passing carriage.

"Take me to 36 Zotlan Street, White Thorn Security."

"Happy to serve you, sir!"

The coachman waved the whip——

Legend has it that before the gates of hell opened, the land of London belonged to a continental plate called "Europe".

In the traditional symbols of Europe, thorns represent the meaning of [guardian], probably because the thorn bushes that climb over the walls can effectively restrict thieves from climbing up and down.

Under this tradition, any industry with security, caravans, safes, and security doors will largely bring the word "thorn".

Perhaps, at a certain corner of a certain period of time, there may be a Black Thorn Security Company.

The carriage passed through a noisy gathering of old open objects and went down the foggy River Thames. Countless merchant ships made heavy and distant flute sounds outside the carriage.

After an hour, I finally stopped next to a conspicuous church.

Due to people's respect for the Holy Light and the Holy See, as long as there are blocks where churches are built, they will generally be very clean. Early in the morning, believers even spontaneously clean the entire long street when the first ray of sunlight descends. This is a manifestation of piety for them.

Walking a few steps along the road made of broken stone and asphalt, Sherlock arrived at the destination of the trip.

The surrounding buildings should not be old when they look old, but they are a bit dense. Looking along the street, you can see a flower shop, several restaurants and cafes, as well as apartment signs everywhere in London.

The first one on the edge is a somewhat thick wooden door. Of course, the wood is only attached to the surface, and it must have an anti-theft iron plate inside.

The act of breaking in with an axe has been a delusion of the last century.

Sherlock walked over, confirmed the door number, and then found the logo of [Baijingthorn Security Company] in a small corner on the wall, and couldn't help but sigh:

It is worthy of being a joint official institution between the government and the Holy See. Although it is titled "company", it is impossible to tell at all that it wants to attract business.

While thinking, he pushed the door open and entered.

What caught my eye was a corridor and a paper posted on the wall, which read;

[Please don’t knock on the first door. Please go in to report the case. When you encounter an emergency, you will shout directly and negotiate business to the second floor.].

Sherlock raised his eyebrows, but for some reason, he felt that these two lines of text exuded a helpless spirit.

When I passed the first door, I took a special look at the sign on the door, which read [Infirmary], and a note similar to that just now was posted on the door.

It should be that people are often too anxious. When they come in, they knock on the door closest to them, which caused the doctor of the company to post such a conspicuous advice on the wall.

Keep moving forward and come to the second floor.

Although this company has some government investment, it almost exudes a clear Vatican flavor, such as the golden sunflower logo at both ends of the handrail, the walls are inlaid with gas lamps surrounded by golden grids, and some embedded brass pendants on the ceiling.

There is no way, after all, the cover of holy light is the foundation of human survival, which has led to the Holy See's eternal suppression of the imperial government. Even if the imperial emperor changes his throne, he needs to be blessed by the pope before he can sit on that chair.

In fact, Sherlock dares to use his own smoking rights to bet for a week. Don’t look at the appearance of the Holy See and the government, as if they were brothers, secretly, they must be in an extremely cruel and bloody power struggle.

And this kind of struggle should have lasted for centuries, but the poor class cannot detect it.

When I arrived at the second floor, I walked a few steps along the corridor and saw a sign above a door with the word "Consultation" written on it and knocked on it gently.

"Enter!"

A voice from a not very friendly female came from inside.

When I opened the door, I saw a large table filled with piles of documents, like a small bunker, blocking the people behind me tightly, and I could only hear the sound of a slap.

"Hello, I'm here to report." Sherlock hesitated for a moment and finally decided to use the word "report".

The next second, the sound of the cover stopped. A middle-aged woman with heavy glasses poked her head out from behind a pile of sub-documents, looked up and down at Sherlock. After ten seconds, she finally spoke:

"Are you the recommended detective? Call."

"Sherlock Holmes."

"Oh, yes." The middle-aged woman was obviously the type who was trapped in the office all year round, and she had a 'irritating' attitude towards anyone who came to consult; but the letter of recommendation signed by the high priest of the Holy See could not be ignored, so she had to stand up helplessly: "Come with me!"

On the way, the woman introduced herself as ‘Evelyn Mary’, which sounded like she was from the countryside.

Sherlock was less than Sherlock's shoulders, but she walked with her chest and belly trembled at the same frequency. Soon, she took Sherlock to a door. Miss Mary restrained her attitude that the whole world owed her 50 pounds and knocked on the door gently: "Prince Thompson, remember yesterday's notice that there would be a Mr Sherlock to report that he had come."

"kindness."

A brief scale came from the door, and Mary slowly pushed the door open, indicating that she could go in, but added in time: "Prince Thompson paid great attention to etiquette after taking off her hat."

"Thank you," Sherlock responded, and took off his hat. At this moment, he noticed Miss Mary's brows frowned when she saw her somewhat messy hairstyle.

"It seems that the staff here are a bit rigid." He murmured in his heart, and then walked into the office.

It's morning now, but the whole office is dim, with the curtains tightly drawn, and only a candle burning on the desk with a unique brown-yellow grass aroma. Some of the most mentioned in the official books are a kind of incense that contractors often use when meditating.

Under the dim light, a man about 40 years old was performing a very common prayer ceremony. He was wearing a full set of white priest robe, his hair and beard were meticulously carved. His brass pendant was slightly shaking in his hand, and his mouth was constantly chanting prayers.

From any perspective, it seems extremely pious.

After 5 minutes, the prayer was finally over. Priest Thomson opened his gray eyes, stared at Sherlock for a short while, and said:

"detective?"

"Yes."

"Contractor?"

"I just accepted the enthronement ceremony."

“【Manipulator】or 【Symbiosis】?”

"Yeah?" Sherlock was stunned for a moment. These two words were unfamiliar to him.

And his reaction also made Priest Thompson feel bored with unknown meaning:

"It's like this when you guess."

He sighed, sat back on the chair, snapping his fingers.

The next second, the curtains quickly opened to both sides, and the sun shone into the room. Priest Thompson gently twisted the candle in front of him with his hands and said in a deep voice:

"Then I'll say, listen. Don't interrupt."
Chapter completed!