My esoteric uncle Jules

Chapter 13: Communication with Sherlock Holmes
Before Mrs. Boleyn could speak, Holmes smiled faintly and said:
"I guess this is my new neighbor? What's your name?"

Jules smiled and responded, "You can call me Jules. It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Holmes."

He was not surprised that Holmes could tell at once that he was a new neighbor.

If the other party can't see it, he will doubt the other party's ability.

Holmes nodded and said:
"I still have something to do, so I won't bother you any more." After saying that, he turned and went upstairs.

Jules suddenly felt like he was being poked by Mrs. Boleyn:

"Mr. Jules, don't you have something you want to investigate? Why not take this opportunity to ask?"

"No, no, there's no need to trouble Mr. Holmes with such a small matter." Jules waved his hands repeatedly.

Are you kidding? He doesn't dare let anyone else know about this!
Unexpectedly, Holmes stopped and turned back with an interested look:

"Oh? My new neighbor, is there any trouble you need my help with?"

Jules shook his head and said:

"It's just some minor troubles. I can handle it myself, so I won't bother you, sir."

Holmes smiled and said:
"Wait until I finish the missing person investigation. If you haven't solved it yet, you can come find me."

Jules just said politely: "Of course, of course."

The Holmes before him had a shadow of the one in Jules' memory, but was not exactly the same.

But no matter what, it’s always a good idea to build good relationships.

Mrs. Boleyn suddenly asked:
"Huh? Missing person investigation? Have you found any results for your previous murder case?"

When Holmes heard that the question was about the case, his eyes lit up:

"Yes, I used my newly developed reagent to successfully find the bloodstains left at the scene and pinpoint the murderer."

A newly developed reagent that can detect blood stains? Jules fell into deep thought. According to the original timeline, Holmes would definitely not have developed it yet.

Either it's a prototype or it's ahead of schedule.

While he was lost in thought, Mrs. Boleyn and Holmes had already started talking about the missing person investigation.

Holmes' words also reached his ears:

“This time my employer was a strange man. Not only was he anonymous, he also asked me to find someone who sold oysters on the Titanic.

Although all sources said that there were no survivors on the Titanic, he insisted that there were still people alive.

If I hadn't been paid in advance and promised that it wouldn't matter if I failed, I wouldn't have accepted this commission."

What? Jules' body tensed up, his pupils trembling.

The esotericists are already investigating themselves through their clients? And the client is Sherlock Holmes?!

A few fine beads of cold sweat seeped out of his back, but he still pretended to be calm on the surface.

The person opposite is Sherlock Holmes. Although the young Sherlock Holmes is not the great detective that people think of, he is already countless times stronger than ordinary people.

Any abnormality in yourself may be noticed!
But Holmes had already keenly caught Jules's abnormality at this moment, raised his eyebrows and asked:
"Mr. Jules, do you know anything?"

Jules shook his head and tried to speak calmly:
"I just remembered something... sad."

He immediately used his ability to make up stories, holding his forehead and sighing:
"I once had a good friend who won a ticket to the Titanic through gambling. I thought this was his chance to turn things around, but I didn't expect..."

Holmes was a little surprised and said apologetically:
"I'm sorry I mentioned your sadness. I apologize. None of us could have predicted this kind of thing. You must carry this friend's hopes and help him see the wider world."

"it's okay no problem……"

……

After closing the door, Jules leaned against it, feeling a little exhausted.

Sherlock Holmes was indeed terrifying. Even the slightest movement he made gave the impression that he was being seen through by the other party.

However, at least they managed to get by. "The esoteric cultists have already quietly taken action..."

He frowned, feeling something was wrong.

How did they know they were selling oysters?

"Looking at it this way, it's probably only a matter of time before they find me..."

Yule knew that the Anti-Suppression Bureau was hoping to use him as a bait, so it was impossible for them to go to the trouble of concealing all his identity information.

Therefore, he must be prepared to be visited at any time.

However, there was one thing that made him feel a little confused - since the other party had already entered the extraordinary realm and was proficient in mysticism, why didn't he directly use mystical means to find him?
"Uncle Jules, I want to eat."

Lolita's voice interrupted Jules's thoughts. When he looked up, he saw Lolita staring at him innocently with her big, blinking eyes.

He temporarily buried his doubts in his heart and smiled helplessly:

"Okay, okay, uncle will cook for you..."

After hearing what Lolita said, he felt a little hungry.

It has to be said that in Britain, a food desert, his decision to cook for himself was the wisest decision.

……

The next two days were calm.

Knowing that the esotericists had begun looking for him, Jules decided to reduce his presence as much as possible.

He has been staying in his apartment these past two days studying Ruth's Notes, that is, the strange quill pen.

After so much research, he finally figured out some tricks.

This thing cannot be used to write with any ink except blood.

Moreover, it must be his own blood.

Yuleben thought he had found the secret, but something embarrassing happened -

When he held the quill pen, he himself could not understand the meaning of what he wrote.

The words seem to have their own thoughts, distorting their shapes at will according to their own wishes.

To his surprise, Lolita could actually make out some words.

"Desire, flesh and blood, wine glass, walking corpse..." As she read the note, her little face was more serious than ever.

But more than that, Lolita couldn't see it either.

"I'm sorry, uncle, this is all I know..." When Lolita found out that she was "not well-educated", she put her hands in her pockets nervously, fearing that Jules would blame her.

In response, Jules just smiled and touched her little head:

"That's already better than me."

Although he didn't get the desired result, Jules was in a good mood.

In addition, he also chatted with Holmes during these two days, which brought the two closer together.

Although he was not as smart as Sherlock Holmes, his insights were ahead of his time, and he still amazed Holmes several times with the depth of his insights.

At the same time, he also took the opportunity to inquire about an antique shop from Holmes - but according to Holmes, the shop is closed on Saturdays and Sundays.

And at that moment, the store happened to be closed, so the matter was left unresolved.

Time passed by so quietly, just like a stream flowing quietly beside the pasture.

Until the promised time comes.

(End of this chapter)