Magus Tech

"I can only go to see that person." Richard said to himself, "But... if you go, you need to bring something in exchange. What then..."

While talking, Richard looked around the research room, and finally his eyes fell on a wooden box on a wooden stand.

With a "click", the wooden box was opened, an egg-sized object with an oval metal shell was taken out of it, nodded, and walked towards the door.

At the door, Richard stopped again and turned his head to look at the corpse oil painting rolled up on the table.

"This thing, the other party should also be interested."

Richard said again, his eyes flickered, and for insurance purposes, he reached out and picked up the corpse oil painting, and really walked out the door.

...

After more than an hour.

Somewhere in the center of Florence.

In a secluded alley, Richard stood in front of a courtyard door with a wide area and reached for a knock.

"Bang Bang! Bang Bang Bang!"

A knock on the door sounded, and footsteps quickly heard inside the door, followed by a "squeaky" sound. The door was opened, and a woman in her thirties stood inside, full-bodied, but unsmiling. , Leng Bingbing is very serious.

Looking over, the serious woman asked aloud: "Excuse me, who are you looking for this gentleman?"

"I am looking for the owner here, Mr. Sherlock."

"Well, are you..."

"I am his friend, called Richard, you can inform him."

"Then--" the serious woman hesitated and owed her body, "then Mr. Lau, wait a moment here, and I will come when I go."

"Okay." Li Cha nodded and watched the serious woman walk deep into the courtyard.

...

Soon, the serious woman walked back, a little more kindness on her face, bent over to Richard, and said, "Mr. Richard, Mr. Sherlock, please come in. Just a little negligence just now, please forgive me. "

"It's okay," Richard said, and followed the serious woman into the courtyard and went deep into the courtyard.While walking, looking at the environment in the courtyard.

Richard found that although he had been there once before and the interval was not too short, the scene in the yard has changed a lot now.Probably because of the arrival of spring, the ground was turned over seriously, and the seeds were sprinkled, which should be flower seeds. It is foreseeable that it will be a sea of ​​flowers in the near future.

In addition, in the center of the yard, a square pool with a length of four meters and a length of four feet was repaired, and in the middle was a fountain, which was constantly sprayed with water.

A statue of a girl stands in the pool, and the water from the fountain is splashing on the face of the girl.The statue girl raised her hands slightly and made a gesture of protecting her face, as if shouting shyly: "No!"

Li Cha looked at all this and slowly walked across the courtyard to the front of a wide parlor.

Here, the serious woman stopped, stepped back, and then a hearty voice sounded, and a figure quickly ushered out, it was the owner of this courtyard, Sherlock Melrose.

Looking over, I saw the other person wearing a pale pink, extremely slim men's aristocratic dress and stepping on snow-white lamb leather boots.The broken blonde hair reflects the dazzling luster in the sun. A face is more beautiful than most women. The cheeks are ribbed and angular. They do not appear too feminine and more elegant.

"Hi, my dear friend, Richard, how do you think I came here? Wouldn't you miss me?" The other party greeted them with a unique exaggerated tone, "Of course, whether you want it or not Me, it doesn't matter, because our friendship is eternal. Right?" After that, he blinked at Li Cha as if he was discharging.

Richard: "..." Although I guessed that the other party would look like this, I was still not used to it.

After a moment of silence, Richard said: "Sherlock, you really should change the way you say hello, otherwise I wouldn't even think of you coming here even if I have something wrong."

"Okay, okay, I will try to change it." Sherlock folded his hands together, as if apologizing, and then changed his tone. "However, if it can be changed, it's hard to say. After all, you are me Understand. Having said that, no matter what is the matter, let’s talk about the advanced room. Standing outside and talking is not the way I entertain friends."

Talking, Sherlock made a petition to the door, and Richard shrugged and walked in.

Entering the meeting room and sitting down in a chair, Richard and Sherlock started chatting.

For a moment, Sherlock suddenly remembered something, clapped his hands, and yelled into a small door connected to the parlor: "Lucia, a guest is here. Would you like two cups of tea?"

"Come on, Mr. Sherlock." As soon as Sherlock's voice fell, a young girl stepped out of the wicket, apparently already preparing.The girl’s hand carried a silver tray with two cups of hot tea in it, and a lot of petals floating in the tea-all carefully collected in the previous year, covered with honey and dried, exuding the heart. Sweet and sweet.

Richard doesn't have a cold for this. In his view, the best petal tea in this world is nothing but sugar water in a sense.So the girl put the tea on the table next to him. He simply glanced at it, then turned his head, and was ready to explain to Sherlock the real purpose of this visit.

At the next moment, I found something, raised my eyebrows, and my eyes suddenly fell on Duancha Maiden.

Ok?

Richard's eyes flashed, then narrowed, his expression slightly surprised, and recognized that the girl who served tea was the poor girl who was seen at the auction before and was auctioned.

Why are you here?

Was it the Sherlock who was the girl’s No. 19 auctioneer who spent 4,500 gold coins at the auction?

will not!

Richard shook his head in his heart and denied it.

As far as he knew, Sherlock was very resistant to that kind of place, and generally would not go. Besides, with the other person's temperament, it was absolutely impossible to deliberately pretend to be an old man.

What is going on?

Richard was puzzled.

Realizing that Richard was not normal, Sherlock looked over and asked aloud, "My dear friend, what's wrong with you? Do you think Lucia has anything wrong? Or, you are fascinated by her beauty Living?"

"Eh--" Richard looked at Sherlock and said, "It's nothing serious, but I think your maid is more like a girl I saw at the auction."

The girl heard her body tremble and seemed to remember bad memories, which also showed that Richard had not admitted the wrong person.

Sherlock sensed the girl's emotions, quickly stood up, patted the girl on the shoulder comfortably, and then looked at Richard, thoughtfully: "Auction, huh, the one who sold Lucia to me People, it seems to have been mentioned."