novelraw Chapter 159 Post-punk Flower of Evil [3]
Chapter 159 Post-punk Flower of Evil [3]
I'm John Watson.
A military doctor who retired from Afghanistan half a year ago.
My psychiatrist always felt that I just couldn't adjust to that period.
But I think, I just miss that passionate time.
nothing happens.
I guess I'm frustrated with that fact.
Until this morning, an old friend led me to a strange man.
A man who is astonishingly strange and intelligent.
At least the compliments were coming out of my mouth uncontrollably.
His name is Sherlock Holmes.
We had just met, and he seemed to know everything about me, and it was purely deduced from his observations—it was incredible.
When I was still puzzled by his magic, he had already made an appointment to see the house the next morning.
221B Baker Street.
I searched for him that night, a detective who seemed to be rather weird, but his reasoning and deduction were amazing.
There are also many cases he has handled and his experience of cooperating with the London Police to solve crimes, which made me feel excited from the bottom of my heart.
For this reason, I didn't sleep all night until six o'clock the next morning, and I went out early.
At 6:50, he arrived in a taxi. It seemed that he hadn't slept all night and his spirit was a little depressed.
"Bang bang bang", amidst the knock on the door, an old man with white hair came out.
"Henry, long time no see." Sherlock nodded with him, and an old lady came out behind the old man.
"Mrs. Hudson, long time no see." He greeted with a smile, and the Mrs. Hudson hugged him warmly.
"Oh, Sherlock! Welcome back."
I was a little curious: "You know each other?"
They nodded, their emotions seemed a little unusual.
"Yes." Sherlock nodded, as if he didn't want to talk about it, and went up to the second floor as soon as he entered.
"How is it?" He turned around and asked me.
To be honest, I think it's great here, better than my apartment, even if it's a little messy.
"Very good, very good..." I nodded straight.
"Here's the key. We're going on a trip tomorrow, so I'll give it to you in advance." Mrs. Hudson brought two keys. For some reason, Sherlock's one seemed particularly old.
I think there must have been a story here.
"The rooms on the first floor cannot be entered, and other places can be used at will." Mrs. Hudson said.
I could clearly feel my new friend's breathing stagnate.
Yes, I had him as a new friend, and was kind of happy, but he was clearly annoyed, though I don't know why.
But soon, he returned to his expressionless face, so fast that I thought that moment was my illusion.
This made my curiosity shrink back.
"How are you doing now? Are you still working on a case?" Mrs. Hudson pulled Sherlock to chat about the housework, and Mr. Henry, with his gray hair, went to take care of the flowers and plants in the back yard.
I thought, this is really a healthy old couple, I don't know if they have children or not.
"Looks like there's been a triple suicide of some sort recently?" Mrs. Hudson picked up the newspaper.
"It's everywhere." Sherlock stood by the window, not knowing what he was looking at.
"And it's not suicide."
Just as I was about to ask, I heard the sound of someone coming up from the stairs. A middle-aged man came up. He looked like a policeman, although he was wearing civilian clothes.
"where?"
"Laureston Gardens. Biston."
"so?"
Lestrade sighed: "This time I left a last word."
"You go first. I'll follow." Sherlock said, and I clearly saw the police officer's expression of relief.
It seems that the police really value Sherlock.
"makeyourselfathome." he said, took the gloves and went out.
I nodded, feeling a little lost in my heart.
"Let me make you a cup of tea, kid." Mrs. Hudson patted my shoulder and smiled very warmly. I smiled and looked at her thin back.
"Mrs. Hudson lives with your husband. What about your children?"
I obviously saw her back stiffen, and I think I said the wrong thing.
"She... died."
"Oh my God, I'm so sorry." I covered my mouth and saw her turn around with a sad face.
"It's nothing, it's been many years." She brought over a cup of scented tea with red petals on it. Although I didn't think it was suitable for me to drink, I didn't refuse, but I felt good after smelling the aroma.
"It smells good." I praised.
She smiled: "Yes, it's also good for your body." She paused: "Don't bring up this topic in front of Sherlock."
I froze, what does this have to do with Sherlock?
But looking at Mrs. Hudson's slightly worried eyes, I still nodded.
"Okay, I'll remember."
"Praise him more, he will like to hear it. You will make a good partner." She smiled very softly.
I nodded, I don't need to be reminded of this sentence, my body will spontaneously feel admiration, and I will say these words of praise today.
Before I even drank that cup of scented tea, I received a text message from Sherlock.
He was very straightforward and asked me if I wanted to be his assistant.
How did he get my cell phone number?
I decided to ignore this doubt.
"OK." I sent a text message, and a message was sent back immediately.
On it was the address, exactly what the officer had said before.
Lauriston Gardens.Biston.
I left the house on crutches, stopped a taxi and rushed there.
When I arrived, he seemed to be waiting for me at the intersection, and I quickened my pace to catch up with him.
"Why did you let me be your assistant?"
"Because I need an assistant." Oh, that's so blunt.
It seems that this is a person who can't speak well.
But I think it's not bad either.
I have never been a person who is good at dealing with others.
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