Chapter 162 Yes, I'm Missing
When Sherlock woke up as usual, put on his pajamas and went downstairs for breakfast.
But I saw two familiar yet unfamiliar figures at the dining table.
"Evans?"
Sherlock paused as he walked down the stairs and muttered.
Aiwass, who was supposed to be in a wheelchair being pushed by Lily, was now sitting comfortably on a stool. He looked completely recovered.
And Lily didn't stand behind Aiwass, but sat next to him.
After just a week's absence, Sherlock keenly sensed that the tacit understanding between the master and servant seemed to have deepened.
"You look much better, Sherlock."
Hearing the voice, Aiwass turned around and greeted with a smile: "It seems that you have adapted to the life here with Mr. Bishop."
It's still early, but Sherlock doesn't look sleepy. Maybe his biological clock has adjusted a little.
It's also possible that his hypoglycemia was cured—his previously sunken cheeks had noticeably filled out, and his somewhat dry hair had become shiny. Considering this, perhaps his previous hypoglycemia was simply caused by his unhealthy lifestyle.
"really."
Sherlock nodded instead.
He leaned on the handrail of the stairs, the corners of his mouth curled up. "At first, I was a little uncomfortable, because I was always dragged away by Mr. Kent to handle some troublesome cases. Suddenly I had free time, and I felt uncomfortable all over.
"But once I got used to it, I was able to calm down and read and do research. Thanks to Madam Mina, when I lived alone, I often didn't bother to eat, but she always reminded me in time. Plus, I've been getting more free lately, and there's not so much work rushing me around... Now that I can eat three meals a day and have a regular sleep schedule, I feel like my health has improved a lot."
Mr. Hermes is very optimistic about his own body.
Aiwass leaned back in his chair. "I suppose it would be the same if you lived in your own home."
"No, no, no, that won't work."
Sherlock frowned immediately. "It's not that I hate them—well, my family actually prefers quiet."
Sherlock said as he walked quickly down the stairs.
He sat down beside Aiwass, and then continued: "Do you know Mycroft's 'Barrel' Club?"
"Your brother?" Aiwass asked.
"Yes," Sherlock nodded. "Unless he has something else to do, he'll be there every afternoon at a fixed time. I think it's the weirdest club on Glass Island, full of weird people.
"As you know, the people of Avalon love to socialize in various clubs. Joining different clubs is often a way for them to meet new friends and new circles. But not everyone likes socializing. There are always some who are loners, unsociable, or simply don't like to socialize. But just because they are loners doesn't mean they have to stay in the shadows.
"The Barrel Club is owned by Mycroft. You should have met him, right?"
Sherlock asked after saying this.
Aiwass nodded, recalling the man at Sherlock's funeral who was at least three times fatter than Sherlock, but had a gentle temperament and a smart mind. "Well, he is indeed a very smart man."
"The rule at the Bucket Club is that no one is allowed to talk to each other or openly chat. The club is large, and the facilities are comfortable and well-lit.
"Members can sit in the room they want, drink tea, read, do homework, draw, and read newspapers. The club provides free tea and the latest journals, both recreational and academic. You can also play chess with others, but the rules remain the same—no talking, no strange behavior, no loud noises, and no attracting attention."
...Isn’t that the study room?
Aiwass suddenly became interested: "I think it's pretty good."
"As far as the atmosphere is concerned, I think it's actually quite good. It's just that there are all the weirdos from the entire Glass Island gathered there, for example..."
At this point, Sherlock paused slightly and said, "According to my investigation, the sculptor Lars Graham also often appears there."
This is a code that only the two of them can understand.
——This is the name of "bone carving".
"But I've never joined the Barrel Club, because I can't really stay quiet for long... When my train of thought runs out, or I'm too bored, my mind easily becomes restless. Then I'll do some boxing, practice shooting and swordplay, or play the violin to revive my sleepy brain.
"The result is that whenever I'm at home, my family treats me like a child. There are a lot of rules at home, and only Mycroft can always please them. It's best for me to go back occasionally, so I can feel the warmth of my family without being too annoying. After staying for a day or two, I have to go back to my own place - for one thing, there will be no business coming to me if I stay at home."
Sherlock explained.
"Ah, I understand."
Aiwass nodded, understanding.
It's like when a child who works or studies away from home comes home, everyone is so caring and attentive for the first few days, but within a week they become disliked and constantly scolded.
Especially someone like Sherlock, with his chaotic sleep schedule, lack of appetite, frequent retreats for a day or two, and frequent disturbances at odd times... He was certainly not treated as well in his own home as the mature, steady, and worldly-wise Mr. Mycroft. It's no wonder he moved out; at least he wouldn't be scolded.
But Sherlock and the Bishop weren't so close. Half stranger, half savior, he felt he couldn't relax here and had to be polite. So when Madam Mina called him to dinner, he'd just come down and eat. And so, after a week, Sherlock's biological clock had finally reset.
Aiwass was amazed, this was probably the case of there being always someone to defeat someone else.
"How about you just live here forever?"
Mrs. Mina took breakfast for four and distributed it on the table.
She smiled at Sherlock and said, "You're going to find a new house anyway, right?"
Hearing this, Sherlock hesitated and felt a little reserved: "But... isn't this too much trouble for you?"
"Then you can pay the rent."
Mrs. Mina smiled and said, "I'm worried about you living alone."
She and Mathers had never had children. Over the past few days, she had gradually come to realize that Sherlock was indeed a good child. However, his living habits were indeed worrying... Mina was almost certain that if Sherlock were to rent a place, he would return to his old ways within a month.
She had worked so hard to restore Sherlock's health, and she didn't want it to be in vain.
"Anyway, Mathers and I don't have any children, and it wouldn't be nice to have more than half the rooms in such a big house empty. No one lives upstairs anyway, so cooking for one more person isn't a big deal. It's just a matter of adding an extra set of knives and forks."
"...Then I'll ask Bishop Mathers later."
Sherlock was obviously also a little tempted: "But, if someone visits me, it will cause trouble for you, right?"
"It's okay. I have the final say on this matter. If you stay here, you can also attract business to my store."
Mina smiled and said, "The stairs from my fortune-telling shop lead to the living room on the second floor. Why don't you turn the living room on the second floor into your office?"
Since Mrs. Mina has said this, Sherlock is too embarrassed to mention moving out.
"Thank you very much for taking me in, Madam Mina."
Sherlock said seriously, "I don't have any money on me right now. I'll bring the rent later."
"It seems I witnessed a good thing."
Aiwass laughed.
This way, I have an excuse to come over and visit often.
"By the way, where's today's newspaper?"
Sherlock asked quietly, "I'd like to read some newspaper while we eat."
During this time when he was unable to contact others, he relied entirely on various newspapers to learn about Avalon.
"Here, be careful not to get it dirty."
Aiwass handed over the Glass Steps newspaper he had been reading. "Or do you want another newspaper?"
"This will do."
Sherlock glanced at it and said casually, "You're on the headlines again... huh?"
He looked closely and then he could see the content of the headline.
《Evans Moriarty, the young hero who received the Holy Sword Badge, was kidnapped by devil worshippers at school and is now missing!》
Sherlock looked at the newspaper and then looked up at Aiwass who handed it to him.
"…missing now?" Sherlock repeated uncertainly.
"uh-huh."
Aiwass shrugged. "Yeah, I'm missing."
Chapter 2 will be a little later~
(End of this chapter)
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