My esoteric uncle Jules

Chapter 74 221 Baker Street

"Innsmouth..."

Jules's facial muscles twitched a few times.

He remembered that this place seemed to be on the American continent, not the British Isles.

"Is that place on the other side of the ocean?"

Matilda shook her head.
"No, it's on the coast of Ireland. There, because of the abundance of fish, the famine there is not as severe as in the outside world."

It would be much more convenient if we weren't in America across the ocean... Jules breathed a sigh of relief and thanked him:
"Thanks for clearing up the confusion."

Matilda looked at Jules for a while and said calmly:
"Don't thank me. Perhaps I will need your help soon."

Hearing this, Yule raised his eyebrows slightly, but did not ask any further questions.

Before leaving, he suddenly stopped, turned around and asked:

"I have another question - do you know anything about 'Heaven's Sin' and 'King's Skin Gate'?"

Matilda raised her eyebrows:
"I've seen the term 'Tian Nie' before, but I don't know what it means, and I've never heard of the Gate of the King's Skin.

However, it is said that there are several unique doors in Mansu, so perhaps it is related to this."

"...Thank you for letting me know."

Jules bowed and left.

If Matilda didn't know, he would have to consider looking up information at places like Silent Bookstore.

Now, what he has to worry about is how to treat his injuries and the upcoming——

The operation to eliminate the Wellington family.

……

When it was completely dark, Jules followed the address on the business card and knocked on the door.

Along the way, his expression was a little strange - he never expected that their current address was 221 Baker Street!
No. 221 was not open before!
He had previously lamented why Holmes had no connection with Baker Street.

As a result, the boomerang hit back.

"Who?" Holmes's calm voice sounded.

Jules cleared his throat and said:
"It is I, Jules."

Before Holmes could answer, Lolita's excited voice rang out:
"What, Uncle Jules is back?!"

The door suddenly opened and Lolita appeared at the door.

She stretched out her hand and subconsciously wanted to throw herself into Jules' arms, but then she seemed to remember something and stepped back awkwardly.

Yule smiled and said:
"It's okay, uncle's injury has healed and it won't hurt anymore."

"Is it cured?" Hearing this, Lolita threw herself into Yule's arms and muttered:
"How come you've been gone for so long, and you've been injured so badly..."

Yule rubbed Lolita's little head with heartache and said:
"It's uncle's fault."

Lolita suddenly raised her head, stuck out her tongue and said:

"I want compensation!"

Jules scratched his head:

"What compensation?"

Lolita glanced at Holmes and whispered:
"Uncle Holmes's cooking is not good. You cook for me tomorrow."

"...I'm listening." Holmes said quietly from the side.

Jules took one look at Holmes' innocent face and knew that without Mrs. Boleyn to serve him, Holmes could only make some traditional Old London dishes according to the recipe.

It's normal that Lolita doesn't think it tastes good.

"Okay, okay, I'll do it for you. Come inside first..."

After coaxing Lolita into the room, Jules and Holmes sat in the living room and talked about their experiences of the past few days.

"Honestly, cooking and taking care of children are too much trouble," Holmes smiled and shook his head. "It's still easier to solve cases by reasoning."

Jules smiled, grabbed the apple on the table and started eating it.

While chewing, he mumbled:
"You just haven't studied cooking much, that's all. As for taking care of children—that's really troublesome."

He strongly agreed with this point.

After quickly finishing his apple, Jules stretched and asked softly:

"So, what happened after I left?"

Holmes took out his pipe, walked to the window and lit it.

After taking a puff of cigarette, his expression gradually became calm:

"A few days ago, an enemy with at least rank three strength attacked." Yule closed his eyes and said:

"What happened next? I heard from Centipede that he killed that man."

Holmes blew out a smoke ring and turned around and said:
"Did you see that scar on Steel's face that's even bigger than before?"

After Holmes's reminder, Jules pondered for a while and said:
"Was it caused by the fight with that third-level being?"

"Yes," Holmes nodded. "Fortunately, the assassin was too arrogant to resort to disguise. I discovered his tracks, and Iron held him back. Otherwise, the consequences would have been disastrous."

"In that case, I have to go and pay my respects to him."

Jules walked up to Holmes and looked out the window to the right thoughtfully.

Over there is the address of the Rutos family.

Holmes smiled and said:
"Besides that, I also joined the Anti-Suppression Bureau, but I still retain my official identity as a detective."

"Oh?" He turned his head slightly and looked at Holmes.

"So, we can be considered colleagues."

"probably."

The two of them just looked out the window, chatting back and forth.

Jules also told Holmes about what he had seen along the way and his recent recovery. Although he omitted a lot of key information, Holmes was still amazed.

"Stonehenge? I've read about it before, but I didn't expect it to contain such a secret."

"However, your injury...is difficult to treat."

Holmes's brow gradually furrowed.

Jules shook his head and forced a smile:
"Except for my heart, everything else is fine for now. It doesn't particularly affect the release of my extraordinary abilities."

He placed his palm gently over his heart—there was not even a single heartbeat.

As still as dead water, without any ripples.

……

That night, after finishing his conversation with Holmes, Holmes went straight back to his room to sleep.

And Jules called Lolita out - of course, in the name of giving her a snack.

"Where is the food?" Lolita stood on tiptoe and looked left and right but saw nothing.

Yule coughed and said:
"Well, Lolita, uncle will make you some delicious food tomorrow. Can you help uncle verify an idea?"

Hearing this, Lolita realized that she had been deceived, but she only muttered:
"what idea?"

"Uncle wants to taste your blood."

Lolita was stunned for a moment, then raised her head and said seriously:
"Uncle lied to me, your injury hasn't healed at all!"

"Who said I'm not well?"

"Well, then why are you asking me for blood?"

Jules shook his head helplessly:

"Oh, I knew I couldn't hide it from you. My other injuries are almost healed, but I still have some problems with my heart. I thought your blood might be useful, so..."

Before she finished speaking, Lolita gently cut a small wound on her wrist and handed it to Jules.

"Is it enough?"

“…Let me try first.”

Jules carefully took a few drops of Lolita's blood and drank it all.

Immediately, he felt the blood begin to seep into his body and heal his injuries.

After absorbing these few drops of blood, the Heart of the Wave seemed to get a little better.

But it was just a little bit, almost imperceptible.

It does help, but not much.

Even if he was so cruel that he ate Lolita whole, it would not be enough.

"It seems it still doesn't work."

Jules shook his head in disappointment, coaxed Lolita back to her room, and went into an empty room that had been temporarily cleaned up to rest.

I have to say that they were far-sighted enough to choose a three-bedroom, one-living-room apartment.

He sat on the bed, his eyes slightly closed, and checked the information of the latest fragment of the Sixth History.

(End of this chapter)