Chapter 3 White-haired Holmes

Chapter 3 White-haired Holmes

"Damn it - the female version of Sherlock Holmes!!!"

When Watson heard such horrifying news, he couldn't help but utter a Chinese quintessence in his heart. Fortunately, he could control his emotions so well that he could keep his emotions and anger at bay, and he didn't let the look of surprise completely appear on his face. He just frowned slightly.

Little Stanford observed the subtle changes in the expressions of his comrades and said, "Watson, do you know Charlotte too?"

"I've heard a little bit about it."

Watson quickly calmed down his surprise and pretended to smile easily.

In fact, he had a huge wave of emotions in his heart. If this world is really the Sherlock Holmes novel written by Conan Doyle... then shouldn't his Watson be translated as Watson? Have I traveled through time and become a character in a novel? ! !

"Interesting, really interesting!"

When he learned that he had most likely traveled through time to become a fictional character in the novel, Watson was secretly happy. It seemed interesting to follow Sherlock Holmes, and it seemed that the days ahead would not be boring.

However, Watson vaguely remembered that Watson in the original book was a military doctor who graduated from a prestigious school. How did he become an orphan soldier? Is this the legendary time traveler deviation?

While they were talking, they turned into a narrow alley, passed through a small side door, and entered a small wing of Butts Hospital.

This place is a bit cold for some reason, with a coolness unique to the morgue.

Little Stanford seemed to know this place well. They went upstairs along the dim white stone steps and passed through a long corridor with whitewashed walls and dark brown doors on both sides.

We were almost at the end of the corridor, passing through a low vaulted passage leading to the room with the laboratory sign.

The laboratory is quite spacious, with countless glass bottles filled with liquids and particles of different colors scattered around. Several long, low and wide tables are arranged in a random pattern, with gas Bunsen burners, test tubes, distilling bottles and other experimental equipment placed on them.

There was only one person working in the room. She was sitting at a table in the corner working at her desk. Watson could only see a slender figure in a white coat and a light blond ponytail tied high.

She seemed to be concentrating on studying the items on the table and didn't notice anyone coming.

Little Stanford winked at Watson and whispered, "Look, I'm not talking nonsense. She is very dedicated to scientific research."

Watson nodded in agreement, and the two of them kept silent in a tacit agreement and did not interfere with the female detective's research.

A moment later, the light gray figure jumped up and cheered: "I found it! I found it!"

Her voice is slightly hoarse and deep, quite magnetic.

Little Stanford seemed to be infected by this joy, and asked with a slight smile: "Charlotte, what did you find that makes you so happy?"

The female detective turned around when she heard the sound and shouted excitedly: "I discovered a reagent that can only precipitate with hemoglobin and nothing else works."

Only then did Watson get a glimpse of the true face of this famous detective.

The first impression given by her appearance is that it is extremely eye-catching.

He is nearly six feet tall, with an extremely tall and slender figure. His long, light blonde hair is tied into a high ponytail, making him look exceptionally smart and capable.

The female Holmes seemed to have ancestry from other countries, and her snow-white skin was as delicate and flawless as fine porcelain. Her facial features are sharp and angular, with a somewhat neutral beauty, making her even more heroic.

The thick sword eyebrows are slightly raised, a pair of phoenix eyes with a delicate smile and a slight white lower part, which highlights the depth of the gray pupils, and the bridge of the nose is high and elegant.

When she laughs, her two thin lips will turn up slightly, giving her a particularly cold look. Her plump chin with a slight beauty groove also makes her appearance more recognizable.

"With such an eye-catching appearance, it seems that he is not suitable for a job such as detectives that requires covert operations." Watson thought so.

"Charlotte, this is Watson." Little Stanford introduced: "Watson, this is Charlotte."

Charlotte extended her hand in a friendly manner, "Hello, Mr. Watson."

"Hello, Miss Charlotte."

Watson held her hand. Her hand was strong, but not soft in the palm. There were light calluses on the tendons under the thumb, the pads of the four fingers, and between the tiger's mouth. It seemed that she usually practiced fencing or firearms. .

He also noticed that the other party was wearing a neutral style of clothing under a white coat, a white shirt with a brown vest, tight breeches that outlined his round thighs, and high-top leather riding boots that were polished.

Charlotte asked: "You just came back from Furstein, right?"

Watson laughed silently when he heard this classic dialogue. It seemed that he was going to show off his deductive reasoning method with himself.

He asked tit for tat: "That's right, and you came from the manor outside the city, right?"

Charlotte was stunned for a moment when she heard this, and swallowed back the reasoning she was planning to throw out.

She looked down at her leather boots, thinking of the muddy streets she saw when she entered the city this morning. It had obviously rained heavily in the city. But the Holmes family lives in a manor outside the city. The ground is stronger without being moistened by rain, and there will be no mud marks when you step on it.

Did you deduce it from the soles of my boots... Charlotte looked up and met Watson's dark eyes, as if she could see something familiar in them, which she could see in the mirror every morning when she washed her hands. rational qualities.

The two looked at each other, suddenly laughed knowingly, and held their hands tighter.

"Hahaha, Leland, you are such an interesting friend!"

"Hahaha, I've long heard that there is a very smart Miss Charlotte in London. When we officially met her today, I found out that she is indeed worthy of her name!"

After Watson and Charlotte's polite exchanges, they became as familiar as good friends who have known each other for many years, making little Stanford, a true friend beside them, feel a little redundant.

He quickly interrupted to show his presence, pointing to the test tube in the female detective's hand and asked: "Charlotte, you just said that this reagent can only precipitate with blood proteins... What is its use?"

Charlotte rolled her eyes at him angrily and said: "Such an epoch-making discovery, Leland, haven't you realized the importance of it yet? Fortunately, you are still a doctoral student in medical school."

Watson said: "Is it used for identification of dried blood stains?"

"The currently popular blood stain identification methods are still the guaiac identification method and microscopic observation of blood cells. These two methods are difficult to operate and inaccurate enough. They cannot detect dried blood stains."

"Miss Charlotte's discovery is easy to operate and is applicable to the identification of wet and dry blood stains. It can be said to have solved the blood identification problem that has plagued the industry for a long time."

Watson still vaguely remembered this paragraph, and added some of his own knowledge to explain it to little Stanford.

Charlotte's beautiful eyes flashed, and she added a few points to her evaluation of Watson in her heart, "That's right! With my new testing method, there will no longer be any difficulty in blood stain identification from now on!"

Watson applauded lightly: "Congratulations, congratulations! This Charlotte Holmes identification method will definitely spread all over the world in the future! By then, hundreds of criminals will no longer be able to escape the pursuit of the law!"

Charlotte put a hand on her chest, bowed slightly and said with a slight smile: "You are right. If this method had been discovered early, the previous Von Bischoff murder case, Mason case, Mahler case, Le Fay case The Foer case, the Samson case... and more than twenty cases like this, the murderers of these cases should have been hanged long ago. "

"You are really a walking dictionary of crime." Little Stanford also smiled and applauded: "With your profound knowledge of crime, you can almost start a newspaper about crime cases... just name it "Old Police Records".

Watson also complimented politely, "Newspapers about crime cases...sound very interesting."

"Stop telling these jokes."

Charlotte waved her hand, "Leland, what's the purpose of coming to see me this time? Don't come here to invite me to some aristocratic ball. You know I never like to participate in such boring things."

"This time you really blamed me wrongly." Little Stanford looked like he was wronged, pointed to his comrades beside him, and said seriously: "I came to you this time mainly for Watson. He just retired from the army. I am planning to find a suitable job. I heard from others at the banquet last night that you are planning to expand the detective agency recently and you must increase your manpower. What do you think of Watson? "

"Don't be ridiculous. Mr. Watson's keen insight is enough to take on the affairs of a detective agency. There is no need to work as a humble assistant in my detective agency."

"No no no."

Watson repeatedly denied, "I am still a newcomer in the detective world. It is an honor for me to be able to study under Miss Charlotte. I don't need a generous reward, as long as I have enough food and clothing, and besides..."

Watson paused and said meaningfully:

"Besides, I have a hunch that it will be extremely interesting to follow Miss Charlotte in solving the case."

Charlotte pondered for a moment, thinking about whether this plan was feasible, and then said after a while: "Okay, since Lelan has given you the guarantee, I think Mr. Watson does meet my requirements and can recruit such an assistant. It’s just my luck.”

"Haha, of course, Watson is the goshawk of our Berkshire Brigade. You can rest assured that he will join your detective agency."

Seeing that the promise he made to Watson was finally fulfilled, little Stanford laughed heartily. He didn't want to lose face in front of this idol.

Watson was also very happy. Being Holmes' assistant was a very interesting job. "Then let's sign the contract now?"

"Well... I have something to do in the afternoon. Why don't Mr. Watson come to my detective office tomorrow morning? I can have the lawyer prepare the contract today."

"No problem, where is your detective agency?"

Watson asked knowingly. Holmes's address would be famous in later generations. How could he not know it? However, he still wanted to hear the address spoken by the real owner himself.

"221B Baker Street."