big devil holmes

Chapter 180 Snow, and the way home

It was raining and snowing tonight, so there weren't many customers in the no-name bar on the corner.

Due to the geographical location of the School of Life Sciences, the winter here is far less cold than in London. Sherlock has not yet adapted to the 'warm' snow here. Fortunately, the fine white ice will melt immediately without falling on him. , so without an umbrella, I won't be so embarrassed.

As time passed, the few customers in the bar gradually left, and finally at a certain moment before midnight, the entire hall was empty, and it seemed that even the bartender and service staff were gone.

"Click~click~"

The familiar sound of high heels sounded again. It was strange to say that Sherlock hadn't heard the sound of the heels hitting the ground a few times, but he could firmly remember it in his heart.

Following the voice, Irene was walking towards her.

It seems that every time she appears is a bit too natural, there is no process of the door being pushed open, and nowhere to see her coming, just when you need to pay attention to her, she looks up by accident, she It appeared in your field of vision like fate.

She is dressed very simply today, not the kind of simplification of decoration, but the whole person has become a lot more refreshing, without the wide-brimmed lady's hat that obscures her sight, and without overly delicate makeup, only a black dress The thick windbreaker and the fluffy collar should not be too expensive, and the bundle of brown wavy hair that usually covers the face was also thoughtfully pulled behind the ears, making her look a little younger than usual.

"Hello, Mr. Holmes, it seems that you have been sitting here for a while." It may be that there is no one around, so Irene did not pay attention to her appearance as usual.

Now she is more like a private meeting with a good friend, so she looks very relaxed, and her smile is more charming than usual: "However, when a lady is on a date, asking the other party to wait for a while should be considered Nothing too unacceptable."

"Of course, this is the privilege of all beautiful ladies." When Sherlock came, he even thought of a few more gentlemanly words.

As he spoke, he also got up, smiled and made a 'please' gesture to Irene.

Outside the door of the bar, the fine snow was still swaying one after another. Irene and Sherlock stood side by side under the street lamp. Those snow spots were like tiny and dense meteors that suddenly broke into the light curtain, and they were dragged reluctantly. Pulled out a series of golden tails.

"It seems that there are not many carriages tonight." Irene said, wrapping her collar tightly.

"There should be a service number for the steam locomotive company in the phone booth. I can go and call one. It should be faster than a horse-drawn carriage."

"No need to trouble." Irene responded with a smile: "Most of the time, I still like to ride in a carriage. The bumps can give rhythm to thinking."

Sherlock was slightly taken aback, then turned to look at Irene's side face, and found that a crystal snow fell right in front of her ear and slowly melted.

Just like that, this pair of men and women who had only met a few times stood in the snow, waiting for the carriage that would appear at an unknown time, chatting a few casual words occasionally, and were silent most of the time, but very Wonderfully didn't feel embarrassed.

After about 20 minutes, a car finally kindly came from the corner of the street. Sherlock and Irene took the snow off their bodies, got into the car, and then drove in a certain direction.

Irene is a mysterious woman, whether it is through several seemingly accidental encounters or Hopkins' description, it can be seen that Sherlock doesn't think she asked him to send her home, but really just Simply because I dare not walk at night.

So along the way, he was waiting all the time, expecting that Irene would suddenly tell him something very surprising in the next second. It wasn't that he didn't have a city, it was just because of curiosity.

Perhaps the most uncontrollable thing for Sherlock is his own curiosity.

However, the woman in front of her seemed to have nothing to do, she just looked out of the window, her extremely beautiful eyes seemed to hide infinite thoughts, but she was too embarrassed to ask.

Soon, the carriage drove across a long bridge. Because the light rail used by the School of Life Sciences to transport materials was underneath, the bridge was very high from the ground, about 30 meters away, and very wide.

But it is slightly off, so there are usually no vehicles passing by.
And tonight, probably because of the sleet, the bridge was even more empty, only the street lamps on both sides gave off a constant light all night, reflecting large and small golden spots on the wet ground.

Sherlock looked out the window, frowning.
At almost the same moment, Irene also frowned. She turned her head to look at Sherlock, then stretched her eyebrows, and asked with great interest: "What trouble have you caused, right?"

"Why do you ask?"

Irene pointed out the window: "I can see a few steam locomotives in front of me here. You may not know much about these things, but the models and colors of those locomotives do not match. It should be someone trying to hide the identity of the owner. .”

Sherlock moved his body and looked in the direction Irene pointed. Sure enough, under the snow curtain, several motorcycles stopped on the side of the road. They seemed to see the carriage coming, and they all headed towards the bridge. Drive away, then line up and seal off the entire road.

Looking at this posture, Sherlock sighed slightly, thinking about what happened this morning.Then he smiled wryly at Irene apologetically, "I'm so sorry, it looks like you're going to be home a little later today."

Irene saw a lot of people getting out of the car, all of them looked fierce. Instead of being afraid, there seemed to be a sweet light in Sherlock's eyes:
"No need to apologize, causing trouble is also the privilege of a good man."

About 100 meters away from the side of the long bridge, there is a temporarily closed laboratory building. Since the experiments here require an absolutely dry environment, these laboratory buildings will be temporarily closed in the rainy winter every year. At this moment, on the top floor of one of the buildings, the gendarmerie captain was standing by the fence, looking at the bridge in the distance.

He is a second-stage contractor, a typical symbiosis type, and his visual distance is enough to pass through the snow curtain and look at the carriage in the distance.

It was obvious why he was here today, to arrest that nasty detective and pry his mouth open.

Because he hid the machine, because the vice president has given clear instructions, because this guy is really uncomfortable seeing his own face, anyway, no matter whether it is public or private, this guy has to be honest today. Say everything you know.

Of course, after saying it, it doesn't mean it's over.

For the next three hours, the bridge will be completely untouched, Vice President Holker can guarantee this, so no matter what happens here for a while, no one will know that the bastard detective is Dead or alive, who was caught and where he was caught, no one knows. The driver of the carriage can completely ignore it, and the person sitting in the carriage has just received a report from the soldiers under him, saying that it seems to be just Owner of a bar, so don't worry too much.

In short, as long as he found out where the machine was, the detective's life was completely in his own hands.

Recalling the misunderstandings and aggrievedness of the past few days, as well as the contemptuous expression of the other party this morning, a cruel smile appeared on the corner of the captain's mouth.

But after all, he was not the kind of fool who was dazzled by anger. He knew that the detective who was selected by Catherine must have his own uniqueness, so even if he only endured the canonization ceremony for half a year, he should not be underestimated.

Therefore, I have prepared 13 people, including 8 first- and second-tier contractors in total!
Moreover, the steam locomotive exclusive to the Holy See this morning really made him feel uneasy, so to be on the safe side, he didn't show up, just stood here and watched from a distance, so even if something unexpected happened , can also retreat completely.

And this time.
The carriage had already stopped slowly, and the driver was completely stunned by the situation in front of him. He jumped down with a grunt, then ran and hid behind a bridge pillar, showing half of his face timidly, facing those people look away.

In the carriage, after Sherlock apologized to Irene, he stepped out of the carriage unhurriedly.

The cold wind and fine snow paved the surface, which made him feel very refreshed.

For some reason, instead of looking at the people who had been waiting for a long time, he raised his head and looked towards the distant buildings.

glanced at...

(End of this chapter)