Sherlock Holmes

Sherlock continued to look at the other person, until a few seconds later, Her Royal Highness seemed to feel the temperature change on her face, and then she avoided the other person's sight.

"Can you tell me?" Sherlock finally asked.

"Yes." Mrs. Hudson nodded, pretending to be nonchalant: "I told you before that my father moved to London when he was a child, but I never told you that my hometown is actually in London. Bohemia, a small city more than 1,400 kilometers away from London.”

Such a sentence made Sherlock bite his teeth subconsciously, and the slight pain caused countless thoughts to flash through his mind.

The takeoff of the airship, the third-level contractor who landed in London, the suicide death of local government officials, etc., but he did not interrupt Hudson and just continued to listen carefully.

In the other party's narration, Sherlock also discovered that there seemed to be something fishy about the development of the whole thing.

A few months ago, an airship fell from the sky and turned into a sea of ​​fire on the ground. The Holy Son of the Holy See almost died in the sea of ​​fire.

After that disaster, no one could stop the anger of the Holy See. No matter whether the hostile forces were covering up the truth or the Holy See was taking this opportunity to massacre important personnel of the opposing force, there were very few clues available during the investigation anyway. .

But even so, some physical evidence was still forcefully pulled out.

For example, there is such a letter.

This letter was dissected out of the stomach of the director of the Bohemian Airport. At that time, people from the Adjudication Department rushed into his office, but he had swallowed the letter long before that.

I just didn’t expect that the Vatican’s search would be so intense, and even if they died, they would search the body inside and out.

And on the small piece of paper left in the gastric juice, there were written the orders for those airships that descended from the sky and were waiting in hiding in the airport!

hand! Write! of!

In other words, if the person who wrote this letter is found, then even if he is not the mastermind behind the scenes, he is still an important figure in this series of events.

The person who was responsible for collecting evidence at that time was very excited, because the comparison of handwriting has a certain notarization effect in this era. Unfortunately, such hard-won evidence was found to be of no use during the subsequent investigation. .

Because the trial court compared countless relevant people, they could not find the writer of this letter.

Among them, even Augustine the Great.

However, the comparison of the emperor's handwriting is very special. It's not that the handwriting is different, but that this old man who is nearly a hundred years old has not been able to trace any of his handwriting.

Yes, although it sounds incredible, during his decades of imperial career, he seemed to have never written!

All orders seemed to be communicated through phone calls, recordings, and face-to-face conversations. He did not sign any written documents himself, but used the emperor's special seal.

In short, he did not leave even a single word of handwriting in the world!

This really makes people feel deeply desperate

However, no one expected that the person who broke this despair would be Her Royal Highness the Saint, who was not involved in the investigation of this incident from beginning to end!

No, to be more precise, it was not her who broke it, but her grandfather, an old man who had been dead for more than 30 years during the second demonic invasion.

The method of breaking it is also very incredible and can be traced back more than half a century.

At that time, the old man was still very young and lived in that small town called Bohemia, and his job was a copywriter.

The paper products industry at that time was not as durable as it is now. After a few years, it would become very fragile due to moisture, dryness, etc., so it had to be re-engraved every ten years. One portion so that it can be stored for a long time.

At the same time, there was no mature printing technology in that era, so if you wanted to make rubbings, you really had to find a copywriter to rewrite them one by one.

This old man once wrote batches of discharge applications for an orphanage in Bohemia for 12 years.

At that time, copyists generally had two incomes. The first one was naturally the commission for copying texts, and the other was from packaging and selling the copied manuscripts. The pages of the manuscripts would be broken into pulp and re-bleached to make paper. If you accumulate a lot of new paper, it can be considered a small sum of money to recycle.

In short, Mrs. Hudson's grandfather stored the orphanage's discharge application form in the cellar of his home.

After that, due to the popularization of printing technology, this copywriter changed his profession and became a farmer. At the same time, he also experienced many major events such as marrying a wife, having children, emperors changing thrones, reforms and changes, but these were nothing compared to him, a small commoner. Relationship, he just lived peacefully until the second demon invasion, and then was eaten to death by a demon that suddenly appeared on the street. It was just as normal as most people.

However, he forgot that there were still several piles of unsold waste paper stored in the cellar. This storage lasted for a long time, until his wife fled to London with her son; It took so long that his wife died and his son grew up; so long that he had a granddaughter who inherited his surname of Hudson; so long that Mrs. Hudson has become a saint of the Holy See!

It was not until this time that someone finally paid attention to her ancestral home in a small town called Bohemia.

"So, people from the Holy See went to your ancestral home to renovate it?"

"Yes." The landlady nodded: "My father only had such a wish. He lay unconscious in bed for so many years and suffered a lot. When he woke up, he just wanted to go back to his hometown to spend the rest of his life. I always wanted to go back to my hometown to spend the rest of my life. I have to agree."

"Those old papers have been stored for such a long time, but they are not damaged?"

"80% of it was damaged. There were piles of piles on top of each other in the cellar. The outer layers were all moldy, but there were always some that survived. The staff responsible for cleaning up the debris at the time didn't know what they were. Dare to throw it away, but you can also imagine the name Augustine. When people see the huge letter "A", they will always take a glance at it subconsciously."

Shylock listened to the whole process. Although it made sense from the timeline and logic, and if the handwriting comparison was really the same as that of Augustine the Great, it could really prove from the side that the emperor of the empire planned London. The man behind the crash.

This kind of thing is undoubtedly exciting.

But Sherlock didn't seem to be particularly excited, but frowned slightly.

In the night, a carriage drove out of the city and headed towards the hidden factory.

Sherlock sat in the carriage and was silent the whole way.

A handwriting written decades ago suddenly appeared, and it happened to be on the eve of the inheritance ceremony of the empire. It happened to be the same as the handwriting of the planner of the disaster, and it happened to be the relic of the grandfather of this saint. It happened to be that those things should have been wet long ago. Or among the weathered pages, a few pieces with evidence have been preserved.

To be honest, this kind of thing requires too many coincidences, and if too many coincidences come together, something seems not right.

Inexplicably, Sherlock thought of the situation a few months ago when Watson and he were talking about the Day of Holy Love.

At that time, because Moriarty fled the scene regardless, everyone in the church fell into a state of confusion. The high priest of the Holy Light Temple who presided over the ceremony at that time emphasized that the saint does not necessarily have to be When you marry the Holy Son, the Saint is a Saint, a person appointed by the Holy Light. There is no reason, the world just needs to accept it.

At the time, these words sounded like they were forcefully suppressed to ease the embarrassment of the Son's escape from marriage.

But now that I think about it, it seems to have a different meaning.

‘The Holy Light is omniscient and omnipotent, knowing the past and the future. ’

This truth, known to everyone in the empire, slowly began to haunt Sherlock's mind.

Could it be that when Holy Light appointed the Saint, he had already seen such a future? Mrs. Hudson also said just now that saints are similar to messengers of holy light preaching in the world. So, could this series of coincidences have been planned a few months ago?

But can something like this be seen in the future?

Of course, Sherlock couldn't see the future. He could only continue to think about the meaning of this handwriting.

In fact, to be honest, a piece of handwriting is of no use at all. No one would think that with just a few words, an old man who has been sitting on the throne of the empire for decades can be pulled down. After all, after such a long interval, the handwriting may have been lost early. That changed, and there was no need to investigate this case at all, the murderer had already been known.

The important thing is, how to make the murderer admit that he is the murderer?

He raised his head and looked through the roof of the carriage to the endless night sky, as if he wanted to see what the Holy Light was.

The carriage entered the factory. Sherlock did not check to see if the facilities in the factory had been completed. Instead, he directly got on the elevator and walked towards George Romanis' office.

There was a knock on the door, and the 50-year-old factory manager opened the door and looked at Sherlock in front of him in confusion:

"The restoration of the facility is still in progress and may not be completed until tomorrow afternoon. I suggest you take advantage of this period to rest for a while, otherwise the next time will be very difficult."

He thought the other party wanted to start work quickly, so he explained.

But Sherlock changed the topic directly: "The soul visual device is not damaged, right?"

"no, what happened?"

"I want to see [Crimson]."