Chapter eight hundred and fifty-eight candidate Mr. Holmes
"I'm glad that you can recommend some good candidates for me, Ms. Palmer. I hope to hear good news next time I come here. Better doctors in the hospital should also have higher status." Salomon recommended.
Opening the door, he walked out with Christina Palmer. "Ola, make a reservation at Perse restaurant tonight. Don't forget to choose what you like to eat. I don't want you to be there during the meal.
Just stand."
After receiving the order, Aura turned around and left impatiently. The high heels could not slow down her almost galloping speed.
She couldn't stand being unable to wear power armor and put down a heavy bolter while performing security duties. Now that he had received the order, and after confirming the safety situation nearby, she didn't want to wait any longer. But she would keep this suit.
and high heels, because her body from top to bottom, even the black stockings, are the work clothes Salomon chose for her, and even her wardrobe is filled with Salomon's favorite uniforms. The androids are just for satisfaction.
Tools born from the creator - this is what Dinah told all artificial beings. Aura believed this and carried it out meticulously, regardless of whether there was anything unreasonable in this admonition.
The female nurse's anatomy score was extremely good. She could tell at a glance that the muscular lines under the black suit of this overly young white-haired girl were definitely not the kind that ordinary people could have. She immediately understood that this girl was not a clerical worker or a driver in any way.
, but a bodyguard with special functions. But she didn't find it too strange, because a wealthy man who could acquire a hospital in such a short period of time would value his security work anyway.
The only thing that made her curious was the small metal ring she found on the skin of Salomon's arm when measuring blood pressure. She didn't know why Salomon implanted this electronic component in himself, but it was out of fear for his future boss.
Out of respect, she didn't ask too much.
Christine Palmer will officially become the manager tomorrow. She also recommended a neurosurgeon to Salomon. Although the doctor's surgical skills are not as good as Stephen Strange's, and he often fails in his surgical skills.
She was often disliked by that arrogant and conceited guy, but he was very patient with his patients and very conscientious and responsible. Therefore, Christina Palmer believed that the doctor could be a good helper for her.
Salomon readily agreed to the proposal.
There is nothing more intolerable than having someone who is not as skilled as you and who has been humiliated by you become your immediate boss. Perhaps Christina Palmer has the motivation to urge Stephen Strange to become a better person.
Thoughts, but Salomon believed that this situation was no less than a direct humiliation for the arrogant Strange.
He has nothing to object to. As the day to recruit Strange into Kama Taj is getting closer, he must complete this task as soon as possible and destroy all Strange's self-confidence in the shortest possible time and let him
Understand in advance the principle of "if morality is not matched, there will be disaster". Otherwise, he really has to contact the private detective in London. At least that detective still has something called "responsibility". Tony Star
Cronus also has a sense of responsibility, so Salomon talks and trades with him instead of driving him out.
"Mr. Damonette?" Salomon smelled the aroma of black tea.
He opened his eyes and saw a man in ordinary clothes with half-white hair holding two cups of black tea and handing one of them to him. Aura was protecting his alchemy clone. The artificial man knew that Salomon would send an alchemy clone.
He came 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 Aura would not be angry because of this matter after he returned.
, even artificial humans have tempers and are difficult to coax.
The living room is covered with dark red wallpaper. It is small and warm, but it does not appear crowded. To the left of the living room is a small room filled with chemical experiment utensils and equipment. There is a refrigerator and pots next to those things. It is obvious that it is a
Kitchen, but has other uses. Valley
"Sorry, the cup is a bit small, but that's the cup Mrs. Hudson uses to serve guests. I added sugar and no milk, just like you wanted." After passing the black tea, the man turned and walked towards the carpet.
She got on one of the two soft chairs and said, "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, isn’t it?”
"Oh, actually I want to entrust you with a case..." Salomon slowly drank coffee and slowly told about a vampire murder case in London not long ago from the perspective of a bystander. The person who committed the crime
The vampire is very young and has a legal status in human society. Salomon feels that this kind of thing is very suitable for the candidate to gradually understand the magical world, and he can also observe the quality of the candidate during the investigation of the case. He stayed
Salomon has picked up many inconspicuous clues and intends to use these clues to gradually guide the candidates to the final destination he has prepared. Salomon must observe the quality of the candidates to determine whether the alternative plan after the first plan fails
Implement.
It is indeed unusual for individuals to commission homicide investigations, but Salomon also had a good false identity as a cover.
"The deceased lost a lot of blood, but not much blood was found at the scene." Sherlock Holmes opened the door furiously, hung his scarf and coat on the coat rack next to the door, and spoke of the doubtful points of the case he had just dealt with, as if
I didn't see Watson winking wildly at all. "Lestrade didn't think that was the scene of the first crime, but I found traces of a fight at the scene. The blood stains on the deceased's knuckles were consistent with the friction blood stains on the wall, so there were
It should be the first scene. So where did the blood go? Even if the murderer is a prorax patient...oh, who are you?"
"Sherlock, I was talking about this just now." Watson stood up awkwardly and introduced his cohabitant and client to each other. "This is the victim's distant cousin. He came to London to handle funeral arrangements.
...I'm sorry for you to hear this, it must be uncomfortable for you. His character is like this, I hope you don't mind..."
Faced with Salomon's outstretched hand, Sherlock Holmes did not choose to shake it.
He looked at Salomon's body expressionlessly, and then blurted out his conclusion. "I don't think you are the cousin of the victim Elinor, Mr. Salomon Damonette." He said, "Let's not care about you and the victim for the moment.
There is a gap in physical characteristics. The victim is poor and works as a nightclub dancer, but you are obviously extremely wealthy and have a gray short-haired cat. If anyone is going to handle the victim's funeral, it will definitely not be you. In addition, outside now
It's raining and the sewer a block away is clogged, but your shoes are clean. Only the front part of your umbrella is wet and the back part is quite dry. It looks like you're standing under an eaves and reaching into the rain. Nothing like that.
He is a passenger walking out of the airport with his luggage, more like a local resident. 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 commission, and you kept reading the newspaper. This is the information I got from asking the boss. I saw the cuffs on your sleeves.
Crumbs, the smell of your coffee that overwhelms the scent of your perfume. Do you think I wouldn’t recognize the smell I get when I open the window every day?”