Sherlock saw that Richard didn't react for a long time, and said with a little weakness: "No, then...... Or I'll help you find Baras Silver. You can find it, but I can't say how many, but if it's less, I can help. ”

"This ......" Richard thought for a moment, considering that during the research process, he really couldn't say how much metal palladium would be used, and this metal could also be stored, nodded and agreed, "Okay, then you can help find Baras silver." “

"Then it's decided!"

"It's decided, I'll go first. Richard said as he walked towards the door of the warehouse.

"I'll send you. Sherlock hurriedly followed, and said with concern, "By the way, is your research going to stall before you find Baras Silver?"

"Now it looks like the research is going to stop, but the rest can be done. ”

"That's not bad, by the way, you can tell me more about what that Barras silver looks like, I'll find the wrong one when the time comes. ”

"Good. Richard nodded and said, "First of all, the appearance, silvery-white, and then the texture, which is relatively soft, and the malleability and plasticity are excellent...... Let's just think of it as a special kind of silver, but it's about one-eighth heavier than regular silver, and on the market, an ounce (29.27 cubic centimeters) weighs almost 0.775 pounds (351.91 grams), or more than three-quarters of a pound. ”

"An ounce, more than three-quarters of a pound. Sherlock nodded earnestly.

"One more point. Richard said, "Ballas silver will be brighter than silver." I won't go into the details of the reasons for this, but it is roughly that silver will come into contact with oxygen in the air, oxidize and turn black, while Barras silver will not, it will always be shiny......"

"Glittering. Sherlock nodded earnestly again.

At this moment, Richard, as if he suddenly thought of some important and missing clue, suddenly stopped talking, stood up, stopped in place, and frowned deeply.

"What's wrong?" Sherlock asked, looking at Richard.

Richard slowly turned his head to look at Sherlock and asked, "Do you remember that your clock, which is similar to the collectible I took out at the beginning?"

"Well, of course I remember, I kept it in my bedroom all the time, and I just showed it to you, how could I forget?" Sherlock said, "but...... That thing, what's wrong?"

"Not a problem. Richard shook his head, his eyes shining strangely, "It occurred to me that your clock is silvery-white, and it is shiny. ”

"What do you mean......" Sherlock's eyes widened, and he suddenly understood something.

At this time, Richard quickly asked, "How long have you been holding that clock?"

"Well, it's been months. ”

"You haven't scrubbed with anything?"

"Nope. ”

"So, it's always so bright?"

"It's always been so bright!" Sherlock affirmed, looking more excited than Richard, "I see, that clock must be made of Barras silver!"

"Right now, it's not entirely certain, and we need to test it. Richard shook his head and kept his composure, then frowned, "But then again, I was thinking about the clockmaker just now, and I almost missed the material of the clock, which is a mistake." ”

"It's okay. Sherlock looked honored to be able to help, and said aloud, "Needless to say, you can test it now." If it was really Barras silver, I would have dismantled the clock at once and given you the case to experiment with.

Although I feel a little distressed, it is nothing at all in front of our great friendship. Besides, don't you have one that's about the same, even if it's a little smaller, but I'll accept it. ”

"Huh?" Richard's eyes flashed, he glanced at Sherlock, and couldn't help but say, "What are you thinking!"

"What?" Sherlock whispered, "What, am I thinking about something?"

Richard looked at Sherlock and said slowly, "You're not wrong, but you're thinking too ideal." You don't even think about it, even if your clock is made of metal palladium, but how much does a case weigh? ”

"This—" Sherlock breathed as he froze, clawing at his golden hair, "So, I still can't help?"

"No, you can help. "But not to dismantle the clock, but to tell me where it came from." The case of the clock is Barras silver, so the maker of the clock should have more of this metal in his hands - just find the other party, then the problem will be solved.

Originally, I thought that after the research was over, I would contact the other party and save the extraneous branches. Now it seems that it is necessary to contact the other party. ”

"That's it. Sherlock said with some sudden realization, and then said to himself, "Well, I shouldn't have made an idea in front of you, the more positive I am, the more stupid I feel, maybe I have a long head just to look taller." ”

Richard glanced at Sherlock, ignored it, and said, "Tell me where the clock came from." ”

"Good. "This clock, I got it from a friend, well, old friend—this old friend, not because we've known each other for a long time, but because he's old, and we've met once or twice, we're old friends......"

......

After half ringing.

Richard walked out of Sherlock's courtyard.

Sherlock sent Richard out the door, and as he walked, he asked confirmatively, "Are you really going to find the other party?"

"Or else?"

"Then I can warn you, the other party is very weird, very dangerous, and especially does not like to contact strangers, the first time I saw him, I was almost bitten by a dog, you ...... It's best if you be careful. ”

"I will. Richard said.

"By the way, there's that ...... Baras Silver, do you need me to help you keep looking?"

"Keep looking. Richard thought for a moment and said, "It's hard to say whether you can get the Baras silver from the other party, and even if you get it, it's not necessarily enough, you can help find it, there's nothing bad about it." ”

"Okay, then it's on me!" Sherlock patted his chest, but he slapped it a little harder, and couldn't help coughing, coughing while saying goodbye, "Ahem...... Again...... Ahem...... Good bye. ”

"Goodbye. Richard said, waving his hand to Sherlock, who could not be looked at directly, and walked away.

......

Around noon.

The city of Florence, to the north, has a remote alley called "rotten pine".

Because of the narrowness of this alley and the high courtyard wall, the sunlight can hardly shine in, and it looks deep and damp. The corners are covered with moss, mushrooms are popping up in clusters, and the atmosphere is so strange that almost no one comes here except for the people who live in the alleys.

That's where Richard came.