Chapter 151 First Meeting

In European government agencies—especially the Clock Tower Attendants and the ASA—many people have long been curious about what Christie and Holmes' first encounter was like.

Whether Christie was still working as a clock tower attendant or when she broke away to start her own business, whether Holmes was just an independent detective or later became an investigator consultant for the ASA, the rivalry between Holmes and Christie never seemed to stop.

The relationship between the two was like that of enemies and friends at the same time. Whenever they appeared together, they were almost always at odds. They had played against each other countless times with different goals and in different forms.

They understand each other's thoughts better than anyone else. If someone could hear the thoughts of both of them at the same time, they would find that they predict each other's thought processes as smoothly as if they were their own.

Even now, with Christy betraying the clock tower attendant to accept the ASA's offer of a job from Holmes, their opposing stances have intensified their rivalry. Yet, when they talk about each other in their spare time, it's still as if they're talking about a long-lost friend.

For those two people, it seemed to be the norm for them to be playing a game of life and death against each other one second and chatting casually like old friends the next.

They are both arch-enemies and close friends – that's Christie and Holmes.

Naturally, everyone who knows both of them wants to know how explosive or dramatic their first meeting was.

However, reality is always disappointing. Their first meeting could even be considered an accident. At that time, Christy had not yet shown her talent and was specially recruited by the Clock Tower Servants, and Holmes was just an unknown newcomer in the newly opened detective agency.

They met in the hospital garden. Christy had just finished a routine medical check-up, while Holmes had come with Conan Doyle to the hospital for a follow-up examination of his old injury.

So when the two met for the first time, they were both stunned almost simultaneously.

Here, we need to raise a rather intriguing question—if two people have such keen observation, reasoning, and sharp thinking that they can see through everything the other person has experienced and their inner thoughts in an instant, can these two people communicate without relying on language and actions?

For Christie and Holmes, that was feasible.

"Sherlock Holmes".

"Agatha Christie".

The two spoke at the same time, and they did indeed say each other's names.

They stared at each other, noticing each other's clothes, accessories, expressions, movements, skin, hair, and even the frequency of their breathing.

They didn't even need to confirm the result of their deduction; they exchanged a glance for a moment, and from that look, they both understood everything.

In that instant, they understood the person standing opposite them.

After a while, Christie closed her eyes and sighed helplessly, "I lost."

Standing behind Holmes, Doyle smiled politely: So what just happened?

Holmes's expression was very happy; it was a genuine smile, like that of a child.

"No, no, no, I must say, you are truly a formidable opponent."

"Really... but there's something I don't quite understand."

In fact, I didn't get to see the whole thing either—that's what Holmes was about to say.

Christie glanced at Holmes again and suddenly said, "Waterfall."

Holmes raised an eyebrow: "Canned food."

"abyss."

"unknown."

"Contraband".

"refreshments."

"thrilling."

"peaceful."

Suddenly, the two started exchanging words.

Conan Doyle stared blankly at the scene, completely bewildered by what had happened.

But having grown accustomed to Dr. Doyle's practiced silence, he quietly pretended to be just a background figure.

Christie and Holmes kept exchanging words, and then almost simultaneously shouted out the last word.

"Puzzle."

"criminal."

After a moment of silence, Christie raised an eyebrow: "I think I quite like the sound of clocks ticking."

“But that doesn’t mean you’ll be satisfied with these notes forever.” Holmes, with his pipe in his mouth, seemed to laugh heartily. “Believe me, madam, oddballs who chase their hobbies are incomprehensible.”

“I see.” Christie suddenly smiled with relief, not because of Holmes’ answer, but because she had finally glimpsed the deepest mystery. “Doctor.”

Holmes, pipe in hand, also laughed. "Death."

The two looked at each other, then suddenly burst into hearty laughter and turned to leave without looking back.

Conan Doyle, bewildered, followed Holmes and left the place.

This is how the detective and the criminal first met.