Moments later, Sherlock Holmes walked down from the attic and headed downstairs. When he looked in the kitchen, he saw only Watson cleaning and dry dishes.

"Mrs. Hudson isn't here?" Holmes asked.

"She left before the rain. she must catch in the rain somewhere right now." Watson turned to answer the question. Then he saw something strange on Holmes' face.

"Holmes, what happened?" Watson placed the plate and cloth and walked to stand in front of Holmes.

"Suddenly asking something weird?" Holmes raised his eyebrows, wondering when Watson had such an accurate hunch.

Watson didn't say anything. Green eyes looked at Sherlock Holmes from head to toe, and he grabbed the young man's wrist up to eye level.

"Sleeve is wet," Watson said.

"Oh, it must from rain when I closed the window," Holmes said, pulling his hand back, but Watson wouldn't let go. Holmes had an incomprehensible expression looking up at the green eyes.

Watson stared silently at Holmes for about two seconds. He knew that Holmes was doing research in the attic and the fact that Holmes never opened the attic window until he complained that the poorly ventilated room was bad for Holmes's health.

But this time, Holmes said he closed the windows when it rained. This shows that he must open the window before it rains. But for what reason...

‘Because humans can't tell the whole truth that they try to hide the truth’

The words Holmes had told him came back. Watson released Holmes's hand. Keep the question of why Holmes chooses to hide. If human beings can't tell the whole truth. His duty is to wait. Wait until his partner decides to speak to him.

"Watson…"

Holmes muttered a whisper. At that moment, he thought of telling a story that happened in the attic, including the previous story for Watson to know.

"Well, I have…."

Dinggg

The bell in front of the house drowned out the soft words. Interrupted the young man's intentions. Holmes pursed his lips, turned his gaze the other way, and walked over to open the door. Ringing the bell and standing in the rain were two people Holmes and Watson knew well…

Inspector Lestrade and Inspector Gregson from Scotland Yard.

Sherlock Holmes did not hide his surprised expression as he gave way for the two men to enter the house.

"You two rarely came through the rain together," Holmes greeted with a smile. Gaze at Scotland Yard, who had worked together several times, take off their coats and hang them on the rails. Then Holmes turns to look at his partner. "Watson, please make a hot drink. What would you two like, hot tea, brandy, or something stronger?"

"There no need, and if that guy is going to follow you everywhere, let's him stay and listen together." Lestrade solemnly denied before speaking sarcastically.

Sherlock Holmes looked at Lestrade and turned to Gregson, whose expression was the same. The detective nodded and invited them both to the living room.

"Is there a huge and urgent case going on somewhere other than London?" Holmes shot the question as soon as they settled down.

Lestrade and Gregson looked at each other. In the stern look in their eyes have some dissatisfaction, now a little surprised.

"Mr. Holmes, you're still as sharp as ever," praised Gregson. He took out a handkerchief and wiped the rain-soaked square-framed glasses.

"This just doesn't count as being sharp." Holmes waved his hand dismissively, "Judging from the look on your face, the two of you came here together by no coincidence. It shows that there is a case so important that Scotland Yard has to send two inspectors to deal with it. And if it's just that, you guys won't be in a hurry to come to me right away. This shows that the matter has been going on for a while and has spread to become a big issue that has to be sorted out. But right now in London, there are no such serious cases, so have to happen elsewhere."

Lestrade nodded.

"Yes, there was a case at a boarding school in Essex County. Close to Epping Forest. Have you familiar?"

"Not much." Holmes nodded slowly.

"A school teacher mysteriously disappeared into the forest. And the local police who dealt with it died mysteriously. Scotland Yard will send me to solve. The itinerary is today," Gregson began. The more he speaks, the more intense his tone becomes, and more stress is hidden. "But this morning, an urgent telegram said that the landlord's son had disappeared. Now, locals' rumors of a curse from the forest spread to London. Scotland Yard wants to end this case as soon as possible. Therefore, Lestrade was ordered to cooperate responsibly for this case."

"...I don't know whether to send for help or be a burden."

Gregson's last sentence didn't even hide his displeasure and the sullen face that stared at Lestrade. Lestrade's side responded relentlessly to those eyes.

"A fussy arrogant man only aims for perfection. Don't oppose me!"

The atmosphere in the room was more intense than the rain outside. Sherlock Holmes looked at the sight before him, smiling dryly, thinking that it was always like this. Then, clearing the throat caught the two inspectors' attention back to the conversation.

Lestrade glanced back at Holmes, who was smiling as he waited for him to continue. He let out a deep sigh of anger. Then he reached his hand into the pocket inside of his shirt and picked up an envelope. Watson standing next to Stepped to pick up the envelope from Lestrade and pass it to Holmes.

"Scotland Yard would like you to be an adviser in this case," Lestrade said in a nutshell. His face was still sullen. Leaning away from Gregson. As he looked at Holmes opened the invitation envelope.

"If the two of you agree to go, get ready and meet at Charing Cross Station. We will book tickets and send a telegram telling them how many people will be going for them to provide food and accommodation."

Sherlock Holmes glanced at the official words of the letter. Then looked up at the two inspectors who were waiting for his answer. The young man shifted his gaze towards his silver-haired partner, who was as expressionless as always. But Watson sensed his gaze and turned his gaze. Holmes smiled at his green eyes.

"What do you think, Watson?"

"If you go, then I will," Watson replied immediately.

"That's right," Holmes mumbled, thinking Watson would respond like this. Then he decided,

"Alright, see you at the station."

Maybe lately he shouldn't be in London...Sherlock Holmes thought.