"I can only go and see that person." Richard said to himself, "But...if I go, I need to bring something in exchange. So what should I bring..."
As Richard spoke, he looked around the research room, and finally his eyes fell on a wooden box on a wooden shelf.
With a "click" sound, he opened the wooden box and took out an egg-sized object with an oval metal shell. He nodded and walked towards the door.
When he was at the door, Richard stopped again and turned to look at the corpse oil painting rolled up on the table.
"The other party should also be interested in this thing."
Richard said again, his eyes flashing, and for insurance purposes, he reached out to pick up the corpse painting and really walked out of the door.
…
More than an hour later.
Somewhere in the center of Florence.
In a quiet alley, Richard stopped in front of the door of a very large courtyard, stretched out his hand and knocked on the door.
"Bang bang bang! Bang bang bang!"
There was a knock on the door, and footsteps quickly came from inside the door, followed by a "squeak" and the door was opened. A woman who looked to be in her thirties was standing inside, with a plump figure but a serious smile. , Leng Bingbing was very serious.
Looking over, the serious woman asked: "Excuse me, who are you looking for, sir?"
"I'm looking for the owner of this place, Mr. Sherlock."
"Then may I ask you..."
"I am his friend, my name is Richard. You can inform him."
"Then -" the serious woman hesitated for a moment, bowed and said, "Then, sir, please wait here for a moment. I'll be back as soon as I go."
"Okay." Richard nodded and watched the serious woman walk deeper into the yard.
…
Soon, the serious woman walked back with a kinder look on her face. She bent down to Richard and said, "Mr. Richard, Mr. Sherlock invites you in. I was a little negligent just now. Please forgive me." "
"It doesn't matter." Richard said, following the serious woman into the courtyard and walking towards the depths of the courtyard. As he walked, he looked at the environment in the courtyard.
Richard found that although he had been here once before, the time interval was not too short, but the scene in the yard had changed a lot now. Maybe because spring has arrived, the ground has been carefully turned over and seeds have been sprinkled. They should be flower seeds. It can be predicted that there will be a sea of flowers soon.
In addition, in the center of the courtyard, a square pool with a length and width of four meters was built, with a fountain in the middle that was constantly spraying water.
There is a statue of a girl standing in the pool, and the water from the fountain is splashing on the face of the statue. The statue girl raised her hands slightly to protect her face, as if she was shouting shyly: "No!"
Richard looked at all this and slowly walked through the entire yard and came to the front of a spacious living room.
Here, the serious woman stopped and stepped aside, then a hearty voice sounded, and a figure came out quickly, it was the owner of this courtyard - Sherlock Melrose.
Looking over, I saw that the other party was wearing a pale pink, extremely slim-fitting men's aristocratic dress and snow-white lambskin boots. Her blond hair reflects a dazzling luster in the sun, and her face is more beautiful than most women. Her cheeks are angular, not too feminine, but more elegant.
"Hi, my dear friend, Richard, why did you think of coming to my place? Don't you miss me?" The other party greeted him and said in a unique exaggerated tone, "Of course, whether you want to or not It doesn't matter to me, because our friendship is eternal. Right?" After saying that, the other party blinked at Richard, as if he was discharging electricity.
Richard: "..." Although he had guessed that the other party would be like this, he still wasn't used to it.
After a moment of silence, Richard spoke up: "Sherlock, you really should change the way you say hello, otherwise I won't even want to come to you even if something happens."
"Okay, okay, I will try my best to change it." Sherlock put his hands together, as if apologizing, and then changed his tone, "However, it is hard to say whether I can change it. After all, you are the same person as me. I understand. Having said that, no matter what happens, let’s talk about it inside first. Standing and talking outside the house is not the way I would entertain my friends.”
As he spoke, Sherlock made an invitation gesture toward the door. Richard shrugged and walked in.
After walking into the living room and sitting down on the chairs, Richard and Sherlock started chatting.
After a moment, Sherlock suddenly remembered something, clapped his hands, and shouted to a small door connected to the living room: "Lucia, a guest is here. Can you make two cups of tea?"
"Here you go, Mr. Sherlock." As soon as Sherlock's voice fell, a girl walked out of the small door with broken steps. She had obviously been preparing for it. The girl is holding a silver tray in her hand. There are two cups of hot tea in the tray. There are a large number of flower petals floating in the tea - they were carefully collected in the previous year, covered with honey and then dried in the sun, exuding a refreshing sweetness. taste.
Richard is not too cold about this. In his opinion, no matter how good the petal tea in this world is, it is just sugar water in a sense. So, the girl put the tea on the table next to him. He just glanced at it briefly, then turned his head, and was ready to explain to Sherlock the real purpose of his visit.
The next moment, he discovered something. He raised his eyebrows and his eyes suddenly fell on the girl serving tea.
Um
Richard's eyes flashed, then narrowed, with a slightly surprised expression. He recognized that the girl serving tea was the poor girl he saw at the auction before.
Why are you here
Could it be that the 19th auctioneer who spent 4,500 gold coins on the girl at the auction was Sherlock
Won't!
Richard shook his head inwardly, denying.
As far as he knew, Sherlock was very resistant to that kind of place and would generally not go there. Besides, given the other person's temperament, it was absolutely impossible for him to deliberately pretend to be an old man.
So what's going on
Richard was confused.
Sensing that Richard was abnormal, Sherlock looked over and asked aloud: "My dear friend, what's wrong with you? Do you think there is anything wrong with Lucia? Or maybe you are fascinated by her beauty? Living?"
"Um—" Richard looked at Sherlock and said, "It's not a big deal, but I think your maid looks more like a girl I saw at the auction."
The girl's body trembled after hearing this, as if she recalled a bad memory, which also meant that Richard did not admit the wrong person.
Sherlock noticed the girl's emotion, stood up quickly, patted the girl's shoulder comfortingly, then looked at Richard, and said thoughtfully: "Is it an auction? Well, the one who sold Lucia to me Man, it seems he has mentioned it.”