Chapter 862 Candidate Mr. Holmes (Second)
"I am very glad that you can recommend some good candidates for me, Ms. Palmer. I hope to hear good news when I come next time. Better doctors in the hospital should also have a higher status." Salomon tweeted Opened the door and walked out with Christina Palmer. "Ola, make a reservation at Per Se restaurant tonight. Don't forget to choose what you like to eat, I don't want you to stand there during the meal."
After receiving the order, Ola couldn't wait to turn her head and walk away. The high heels couldn't slow down her almost galloping speed.
She can't stand not being able to wear power armor and put down a heavy bolter on a security mission. Now that he had received the order, she didn't want to wait any longer after confirming the safety of the surrounding area. It's just that she will keep this suit and high heels, because from top to bottom, even the black stockings are work clothes chosen by Salomon for her, and even her wardrobe is full of Salomon's favorite uniform. The artificial man is a tool born to satisfy the creator—this is what Dinah told all the artificial man. Ola took this seriously and followed it meticulously, without asking whether there was anything unreasonable in the admonition.
The female nurse's anatomy scores are excellent, and she can tell at a glance that the muscle lines under the black suit of this too young white-haired girl are definitely not the kind that ordinary people can have. She immediately understands that this girl is not a civil servant or a driver anyway. , but bodyguards with special functions. But she didn't think it was too strange, because the rich man who was able to buy a hospital in such a short period of time would attach importance to his security work no matter what.
The only thing that intrigued her was the little metal ring she found on the skin of Salomon's arm when she was measuring her blood pressure. She didn't know why Salomon implanted this electronic component in herself, but out of respect for her future boss, she didn't ask too much.
Tomorrow Christina Palmer, who will officially be in management, has recommended a neurosurgeon to Salomon. Although the doctor's surgical skills are not as good as Stephen Strange's, and he is often disliked by that arrogant guy in terms of surgical skills, but he is very patient with patients and is very serious and responsible in his work. Therefore, Christina Palmer thought the doctor could be a good help to her.
Salomon readily agreed to the proposal.
There's nothing more intolerable than having a guy who's not as skilled as you and who's been humiliated by you be your boss. Perhaps Christina Palmer has the idea of urging Stephen Strange to become a better person, but Salomon believes that this situation is not inferior to the arrogant Strange. than direct humiliation of him.
He has nothing to object to, and as the day when Strange is recruited into Karma Taj is getting closer, he must complete this task as soon as possible, destroy all of Strange's self-confidence in the shortest possible time, and let him Understand in advance the truth that "if morality does not match, there will be disasters". Otherwise, he really had to contact the private detective in London, at least that detective had something called "responsibility". Tony Stark is also responsible, so Salomon talks to him and makes a deal instead of kicking him out.
"Mr. Damonette?" Salomon smelled the aroma of black tea.
He opened his eyes, and a man with half-white hair and ordinary clothes was holding two cups of black tea, and handed him one of them. Aura is protecting his alchemy clone. The artificial man knew that Salomon would send an alchemy clone to complete another task, but he didn't know which one to complete. Salomon's attitude also acquiesced that the alchemy clone did not need protection. Salomon only hoped that Ola would not be angry because of this incident after he went back. Even artificial humans have tempers, and it is difficult to coax them.
The living room is covered with dark red wallpaper, small and warm, but not crowded. To the left of the living room is a small room full of chemical experiment utensils and equipment. There are also refrigerators and pots next to those things. It is obviously a kitchen, but it has other uses.
"Sorry, the cup is a little small, but that's what Mrs. Hudson used to serve her guests. I added sugar and no milk, just like you want." After passing the black tea, the man turned and walked towards the carpet Get on one of the two soft chairs, "My friend hasn't come back yet, you know, to handle a case or something. Anyway, you can tell me about your situation first, so that you can save money when he comes back." some time, no?"
"Oh, in fact, I want to entrust you with a case..." Salomon slowly sipped his coffee, slowly talking about a vampire murder case in downtown London not long ago from the perspective of a bystander. The vampire who committed the case was very young and had a legal identity in human society. Salomon felt that this kind of thing was very suitable for candidates to gradually understand the magical world, and he could also observe the candidate's behavior during the investigation process. Quality. He left a lot of inconspicuous clues, and he intends to use these clues to gradually lead the candidates to the final destination he prepared. Salomon must observe the quality of the candidates to decide whether the alternative plan can be implemented after the failure of the first plan.
It's true that homicide investigations were commissioned by individuals, but Salomon also had a good fake identity to cover.
"The deceased lost a lot of blood, but not much blood was found at the scene." Sherlock Holmes hurriedly opened the door, hung the scarf and coat on the coat rack beside the door, and opened his mouth to reveal the suspicious points of the case he had just dealt with, as if I didn't see Watson frowning wildly at all. "Lestrade didn't think that was the scene of the first crime, but I found signs of a fight at the scene. The blood on the knuckles of the deceased matched the traces of friction on the wall, so it should be the first scene. Then the blood went to Where? Even if the murderer is a patient with pyophyllosis... oh, who are you?"
"Sherlock, I was talking about this just now." Watson stood up in embarrassment, and introduced each other to his cohabitant and client. "This is the victim's distant cousin, who came to London to deal with the funeral... I'm sorry to let you hear this, you must be uncomfortable. His character is like this, I hope you don't mind..."
Faced with Salomon's extended hand, Sherlock Holmes did not choose to hold it.
He looked at Salomon's whole body expressionlessly, and then blurted out his own conclusion. "I don't think you are the victim Elinor's cousin, Mr. Salomon Damonette," he said, "regardless of the difference in physical characteristics between you and the victim. The victim was poor and a night dancer by profession, and you Apparently extremely wealthy and owns a gray shorthair cat. If anyone is going to attend to a victim's funeral, it's not you. Plus, it's raining outside, the sewer pipe a block away is clogged, and your shoes are clean. Only the front of your umbrella is wet, the back half is quite dry, it looks like it is standing under the eaves and sticking out into the rain, not at all like a passenger walking out of the airport with luggage, more like a local Residents. More importantly—"
He coughed a few times and continued, "——you stayed at the cafe at the door for at least an hour before making the entrustment, and you kept reading the newspaper. This is the information I got from asking the boss. I saw your cuff Bread crumbs, coffee that smells of you enough to overwhelm your perfume. Do you think I won't recognize the smell that I can smell every day when I open the window?"
"But you seldom open the window."
"This is not the time, Watson."
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