Sherlock Holmes

Dr. Franklin

In fact, not many people knew about this character before he decided to participate in the [Translocation Ceremony] a year later.

He is a distant relative of the Felty family and has a noble status in the Massachusetts region. However, most of the nobles in this region do not have many reliable rewards. In addition, he has not joined any organization under the Holy See. This leads to It turns out that his life is actually not that generous.

Fortunately, this person doesn't seem to care much about luxurious life. He lost his parents when he was young and inherited a small manor alone. Because he is obsessed with "electricity", a marginal energy that cannot be used on a large scale, He sold his manor very early, purchased a large number of experimental equipment, and then found a group of weird scientific lunatics to form an experimental team that seemed to suffer from paranoia.

After that, they began a long experiment that lasted for more than ten years. During this period, they could be said to have disappeared. Until last year, they reappeared with a strange research report and a set of energy alternatives that seemed to be real and feasible. In the sight of the people of the empire.

But this time, they actually tried to challenge the greatest king in the Holy Calendar—Emperor Augustine!

Of course, a low-profile nobleman who had been adhering to an energy replacement plan that was not optimistic for decades suddenly appeared in front of the world without any publicity and without any organization behind it. The momentum and various factors make this challenger look like a trivial joke.

But Moriarty didn't care whether their challenge was ridiculous or not. He was just thinking about the old man's words desperately.

Can a heart that has stopped beating for 430 seconds really start beating again?

Because of some research by that man named Franklin?

Because of electricity?

At this moment, on the other side of the emergency room glass, a nurse seemed to run in in a panic. She picked up the phone on the wall and handed it to someone on the medical team.

Moriarty clearly saw what the man said into the phone, and then the man's eyes grew wider and wider, seemingly full of disbelief. However, due to the soundproofing of the emergency room, he could not hear the voice on the other side at all. say something.

But he still vaguely felt some hope because he saw the people in the emergency room starting to get busy again! And dead people don’t need to keep busy!

Those people began to disassemble various instruments on Moran's body, and the huge turbine equipment was pushed aside. Immediately afterwards, several security personnel carried a portable energy box, and then went through some crude-looking modifications, and some The wires were connected, and finally, a person pressed several pieces of iron on Moran's body.

The man was confused, he didn't even know what he was doing.

The person holding the phone probably didn't know what he was doing. He just confirmed it repeatedly to someone on the other end of the phone. Finally, he finally made up his mind and nodded.

A person turned on the switch of the portable energy box and heard a 'bang' sound.

Of course Moriarty couldn't hear the sound, but he could clearly feel the sound at that moment from the scene in front of him, because Moran's body on the bed was shaken by a huge force and left the bed!

Then came the second ‘bang’!

The third time!

Moran's body seemed to be being beaten continuously by a pair of invisible hands, constantly shaking and falling. The scene was extremely absurd and weird!

Finally, after an unknown number of bounces, a nurse seemed to have discovered something. She couldn't believe it and came to the girl on the bed and touched her neck.

Then he raised his head in shock and said something.

At that moment, everyone was silent. After a few short seconds, Moriarty saw the excitement and shock in their eyes.

Two more days passed. During these two days, Sherlock had been lying on the bed.

Yesterday afternoon, Nightingale seemed to have finally regained some energy, but instead of coming to Sherlock and trying to cure him, she followed her maid in a hurry and left, unknown to where. .

It was impossible for Sherlock's injuries to heal within two days. He still felt the excruciating pain in his body every day, but he didn't care about it at all.

Now he only cares about the things in his head.

After this period of testing, Sherlock still couldn't understand what those things were, but fortunately, he was sure that these things were real and not that he was really suffering from some kind of delusional disease.

Yesterday morning, when he was reading a newspaper and read a report about the crash of the Zeppelin, the history of the development of the Zeppelin suddenly appeared in his mind.

From the launch of the first airship to the development of the airship transportation industry, as well as the materials and structures of these aviation equipment, the difference in load capacity of various models, etc., everything appeared in his mind. In the end, he even Instructional manuals for airship piloting appeared in various eras.

In addition, when he recalled the strange reaction of the president of the London Medical Association that night, the president's name, academic resume, when he entered the medical system, when he got married, and other information, all All appeared in my mind.

This kind of information is definitely not something he can just make up based on his random thoughts, because all the information fits perfectly, and it also contains areas that he is unfamiliar with.

For example, when he was changing his dressing, he noticed the clothes worn by the dressing nurse. Soon, various styles of nurse clothes appeared in Sherlock's mind, including winter ones, summer short-sleeved ones, etc. There are even long models with hats, and there are even those that are obviously too tight and have too wide open collars on the chest. You can tell at a glance that they are not suitable for work and have an ulterior purpose.

In short, it seems that you can know what you want.

But there are still many things that cannot be presented in my mind.

For example, he wanted to know who was the instigator of the disaster, but there was no reaction in his mind; Sherlock also wanted to know how many people died in the disaster, but his mind was still blank; he wanted to know who Did the president of the medical association play a role in this disaster? Where is he now? Alive or dead? Got no response either.

Moreover, he didn't quite understand some of the feedback. For example, when he asked himself, "How long can I live?" what appeared in his mind was a prairie dog gnawing corn. But when he asked, "This is my second Stage ability? ’ The response was a red wildflower in bloom.

Anyway, Sherlock just kept lying like this, constantly doing various experiments on his brain, and getting used to the feeling when a lot of information rushed into his mind. He did this over and over again, never getting tired of it.

It wasn't until another day passed that he felt that his body seemed to have recovered, and he got out of bed. During this period, a very strict little nurse always forced Sherlock to lie back on the bed to continue to recover, and finally gave up. , he wrapped the vase in a towel, making it look like he was sleeping, and then sneaked out after dark.

In the courtyard of the hospital, he sat on a bench and looked at the thick fog in the sky, but in his mind were the bright stars passing through the layers of clouds and fog, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

It passed like this for a long time, until he heard a set of footsteps walking towards him, and then a man sat next to him.

Sherlock turned around and looked at Miss Nightingale beside him.

"How did you know I was here?"

"Many patients want to go out for a walk while they are in bed. Some people even want to come out and take a look at the sky outside the ward before they die. It's not hard to guess."

Sherlock nodded. He discovered that after the previous disaster and the past few days of getting along, he subconsciously forgot that the extremely beautiful girl in front of him was actually a doctor who was used to seeing life and death. Although She has the ability to cure diseases, but she may have witnessed many more deaths than herself.

"A good news or a bad news, which one do you want to hear first?" Nightingale said suddenly.

"Well, it's bad." Sherlock said.

"I can't treat you anymore. You will probably have to drag your body with this pain for a few more days."

"What about that?"

Nightingale smiled, as if a piece of crystal moonlight was rippling in this gloomy night:

"Moran survived."

"What?" Sherlock was shocked. He had seen Moran and that crazy demon, so based on the comparison of their abilities, he felt that it would be impossible for Moran to survive, let alone Nan. Miss Dingle had no ability to heal other people's injuries in the past few days.

Nightingale seemed to know why Shylock was surprised, so she looked at the night in the sky and said: "She is really the strongest woman I have ever seen. I don't know what belief allowed her to persist for so long, but she Under that kind of injury, he persisted for three full days.

But in the end, she died.

In fact, she only died for a short time. In other words, her heart stopped beating for a short time.

Under normal circumstances, she really shouldn't wake up again, but His Royal Highness the Holy Son thought of some ways, and then Moran's heart returned to beating again. I don't really understand how to use electricity, but, really It's amazing. "

As she spoke, a hopeful light flashed in her eyes. It seemed that the girl felt that there must be a broader space to explore in the path of medicine.

Sherlock looked at the beautiful girl beside him and felt that this was the character a doctor should have. In contrast, another doctor I know is more like some kind of irresponsible disgrace to the medical community.

And when he thought of Watson, he frowned slightly again.

Because in the past few days, he had also contacted Watson, but no one answered the phone at his home; and the phone number of the White Thorn Security Company seemed to be unreachable.

Although after that disaster, as London's public security management agency, White Thorn must have been extremely busy, but Sherlock still had a vague premonition that was not good.

Just thought of this! !

Suddenly, a picture flashed in his mind.

Just under the night, in an alley, a pair of hands with white gloves stretched out from the shadows. One hand held a scalpel, and the other hand covered the mouth of a person at the entrance of the alley. Then the sharp blade was easily inserted into the other person's throat, and with a slight lift, the entire artery and the trachea were opened. The man struggled in fear, but did not make the slightest sound, until he finally collapsed. He was dragged into the shadows of the alley.

Immediately afterwards, an elegant man who was very well-dressed walked out of the alley. Under the gas lamp, his slightly curly blond hair cast a shadow on his good-looking face.

It's Watson.

He looked around and after making sure there was no one, he quickly disappeared around the corner. About a minute later, a group of people chased after him. They seemed to smell blood and rushed into the alley. Then he rushed out angrily, followed the footprints on the snow, and chased wildly in the direction Watson left!