Sherlock Holmes

White carriages are rare. In this foggy city, the mud splashed on the road, the humid air, sand and dust, and the thick black smoke coming out of the chimneys will change into a white carriage. Must be particularly conspicuous.

But the carriage in front of me looks so clean, as if it has just been washed in the clearest water, dried in the warmest sunshine, and appears spotless in this tunnel covered with gravel and shrapnel. inside. The pure white horse was also particularly eye-catching. The surrounding gas lamps emitted a dim light, but when it shone on it, it reflected a pure white halo.

As well as the nuns wearing white robes on both sides, the fingers of both hands were lightly clasped on the lips of the chin, and the brass pendant they were holding made bursts of sound, which seemed so pleasant. In short, this team with a holy meaning was so airy. He appeared, looking so out of place against the chaotic environment around him.

But this is not the end yet. Unlike this holy team, there is a group of people following behind these white-clothed nuns, and their silhouettes in the shadows reveal a bloody chill.

These people generally wear robes, but they all wear red notices on their chests, with some excerpts from the Holy Light Gospel engraved on them in light gold. These people are deacons of the Adjudication Department. A rough look at the number shows that there should be 40 people. about.

In other words, 40 clergymen from the Judgment Division, the exclusive violent law enforcement agency under the Holy See, who generally reached the second level of the contractor team, just walked out of the shadows, and then stood quietly behind the white carriage, Although it was motionless, it was enough to give people a terrifying sense of oppression.

At the other end of the tunnel, dozens of guns were still held, their muzzles aimed at Sherlock and Watson, but they no longer had the arrogance as before. They just stared blankly at the group of people who suddenly appeared, standing dumbfounded one by one. land.

I don’t know how long this silence lasted. Finally, the door of the carriage was pushed open. With the support of a white-robed nun, a woman in simple clothes but with an extremely delicate and gorgeous aura walked out. Mopping the floor, I walked past the bullet casings and dust, but there was no dust on it.

As she moved forward, she glanced at the surrounding walls that were shattered by bullets, the people who were constantly wailing on the ground, and the steam armors lying on the ground without power, and asked: "What's going on? thing?"

No one answered her, the soldiers were still confused and looked at each other.

"Please answer Her Majesty's question."

The nun in white who was following behind gave a faint reminder.

It sounded like a request, but the tone was as natural as a command. This did not require any special explanation, because the saint's question naturally had to be answered by someone.

saint

Saint! ! !

At this moment, the crowd in front was obviously in a panic, and the equipment collided with each other and made some soft noises. Several soldiers didn't know if they heard it wrong. Anyway, they couldn't understand why the saint of the Holy See appeared in the scene. This kind of place, but when he looked at the beautiful girl in front of him, he subconsciously felt that it was extremely sacred, as if he was facing a ray of holy light, and he had the idea of ​​​​kneeling down to worship.

During this period, there seemed to be a person who turned around reflexively, wanting to see the Vatican Saint with his own eyes, but he forgot that the gun in his hand was still raised.

Just when the muzzle of the gun turned in the direction of the saint, suddenly, several deacons from the Judgment Department appeared in front of the saint. At the same time, a howling wind fiercely rushed into the crowd, and only a click was heard. The soldier's arm was cut off, and the gun in his hand was violently broken into two parts. Then a deacon in blue kicked him in the stomach, causing him to fly out of the crowd. It wasn't until he hit a scrapped steam armor that he finally stopped and passed out.

"Put down your weapons or shoot without mercy."

An extremely arrogant speech, but daring to point a gun at the Holy See must be an unforgivable act, and in the face of forty clergy, it is impossible for anyone to have the idea of ​​​​resistance. Finally, under the weak nod of the middle-aged officer, the guns finally lowered their hands.

Her Royal Highness the Saint was still standing quietly, waiting for someone to answer her question, but after a few seconds, no one spoke, so she had no choice but to turn around and walk in the direction of Watson.

Judging from the behavior of the soldiers just now, the person in charge of this incident should be the middle-aged officer who is being held hostage.

Strange to say, all the soldiers put down their weapons, but Watson's dagger was still quietly pressed against the neck of the commander in front of him. What was even more strange was that no one stopped him, not even those from the Adjudication Department. They all turned a blind eye to him, as if now he really stabbed the other person's neck with a knife and no one would bother him.

"Excuse me, why did you make this place like this?"

Her Royal Highness the Saint came to the commander and asked, her tone gentle, but in the situation where the other person was being held hostage, it seemed so weird.

"This factory is suspected of illegal occupation and needs to be sealed. Sherlock Holmes is suspected of murder and has been ordered to arrest."

The commander replied with difficulty.

"Oh? It's really interesting. I bought this factory in my own name. Why is it considered illegal occupation?"

These simple words made the commander in front of him tremble all over.

"So, what you are saying is that as a saint of the Vatican, I will ask people to break into this factory, and then drive everyone out and occupy this place?"

"Of course not."

"That means that in order to save some money, I sent people to break into the other party's home and force the other party to sign the sales contract?"

The commander didn't dare to speak. He just received such a task and summoned his subordinates overnight to carry it out. How could he possibly think that this factory was the asset of Her Royal Highness the Saint?

Not only did he not know, but even Hopkins, the person who spent money to do things, didn't know, and the military figures who issued the missions didn't know even more. Otherwise, no matter how much courage they were lent, they wouldn't have been able to let a group of soldiers carry it. Gun, rushed over to frame the Holy See.

However, it all happened after all. The commander was already ashen. Looking at the cold expression of Her Majesty the Saint in front of him, he had almost foreseen his own tragic future. At this moment, he just wanted to pray that these stupid things he had done Things will not affect your children.

but

"So, is there something wrong?" The saint suddenly smiled, and the coldness on her face disappeared instantly.

"." The commander was startled. Although the other party was smiling, he felt inexplicably more scared than before.

"Sometimes, misunderstandings are inevitable. As long as they are discovered to be misunderstandings and resolved in time, it will be fine. By the way, you just seemed to say that Mr. Holmes was suspected of a murder?" Her Royal Highness the Saint said with a smile. : "Is there some misunderstanding about this matter?"

The commander's forehead was covered with fine sweat, even more than when his finger was cut off just now. He did not dare to hesitate for too long and nodded: "It should be just a random quality control by a street gangster. There is no substantial evidence. ."

"Well, that's it."

Her Royal Highness the Saint seemed very satisfied, and then she suddenly looked worriedly at the wound on the other person's neck and the broken finger that was bleeding continuously:

"It seems that you were seriously injured.

Soldiers shed their blood for the stability of the empire. This is indeed your duty, but don't always make your body look like this. Otherwise, your son who is a soldier on the front line will fight to the death and survive and finally get a chance to go home. When I have the opportunity to visit relatives, I will be sad to see my father so scarred. "

Hearing this, the commander felt cold all over his body and knew that he could do nothing but nod.

"Anyway, I will come here often during this period. I don't want to be disturbed. At the same time, I also hope that you can convey my meaning to your superiors." Her Royal Highness the Saint said calmly, and then suddenly remembered something:

"By the way, I just said that all this may be a misunderstanding, but if one day I suddenly find that all this is not a misunderstanding, but someone is instigating it behind my back, then I hope you can show it in front of some people , can you tell me what happened today?"

Five minutes have passed

The soldiers didn't know what the conversation was about, and they didn't even know how much shock and thinking their commander had gone through in these few minutes. They just saw the good-looking man slowly remove the knife from his The front of the throat was moved away, and with a faint sound of "stop the team", this armed conflict that no one wanted to happen finally ended.

Gradually, only the group of devoutly praying nuns and the unsmiling deacon of the Adjudication Department were left in the tunnel. Hopkins was maintaining the most respectful etiquette in the Holy See. No one wanted to interview him. He knew the Holy See’s secrets. How the saint felt when she had a good relationship with Shylock was not important anyway.

Among all these people, the only one who stood out a little was Jamie Daniels, who was huddled in the corner.

In the hail of bullets just now, he was very keen to find a bunker in the corner, so he was not injured. But now, he looked at the long row of clergymen in front of him who he rarely saw. blank.

He couldn't figure out why the Saint of the Holy See suddenly appeared, and why this factory became her private property, while Sherlock, who was supposed to be taken away for interrogation, was now standing not far away. I was chatting with Her Royal Highness the Saint about something, and it felt like this was not the first time they had met.

Somewhat absurd, some confusing, Jamie kept thinking, trying to use his own IQ, which he was always proud of, to find a logical chain that made sense.

However, he didn't get what he wanted.

And just then.

"Oh, you are here"

A calm voice suddenly appeared in my ears.

He turned his head and saw the man named Watson standing next to him. The gas lamp above his head was broken and flickering on and off, and he stood quietly under the changing light with a smile on his face. Charming smile.

At this moment, Jamie almost subconsciously thought

This guy is indeed more handsome than me, so it's understandable that Rebecca looked at him twice.

In a small lounge, Sherlock pulled a piece of shrapnel out of his arm. Some blood was flowing down his arm. He put the shrapnel on the table, where it was already scattered everywhere. The few bullet casings either exploded due to gunpowder or were crushed by the impact. Anyway, they were covered with blood stains.

Sherlock's body strength has not yet reached the point where he can ignore bullets, but the strength of ordinary firearms cannot penetrate deep into the muscles. Generally, bones will not be injured, and after the shrapnel is removed, it will be completely healed within three days. .

"Doesn't it hurt?" Mrs. Hudson asked thoughtfully, sitting across from the chair.

"It hurts, but it didn't hurt the bones or internal organs, so there's nothing to worry about." Sherlock said, moving his arms and finding that it didn't affect his movements, he put down his sleeves with satisfaction.

"So, you actually never left?" he asked.

"Well, the inheritance ceremony is about to begin. The old emperor will definitely not cause another airship crash at this time, and it is even less likely that a group of desperadoes will rush into the factory with a carriage full of explosives, so , if he wants to use force, he can only use this method.

In this case, my name will definitely be much more useful than others, and I can also find a few witnesses. If one day, the old man can really be brought to court, it can be regarded as a starting point. "

Mrs. Hudson said, in fact, the atmosphere in the room was very strange at this time. For a long time in the past, the two people only talked about the price of vegetables today and whether to install some steam heating in the room for winter. Equipment, a kind of life topic.

But at this moment, the tenant was holding the bullet holes in his body with his fingers, and the sound of tearing flesh and blood seemed so horrifying. The landlord was thinking about how to deal with the emperor, and even wanted to think about the man who had personally formulated many imperial laws. The old man was taken to court.

Time will indeed change a person, but this change is really too big.

"Before I came over, the little man said that as long as the military used guns in the factory, he would be guaranteed to get the full support of the military in the display of experimental results. My status as a saint is quite good. It's just that you were wronged and injured a little, but it's not too bad after all.

Just in case, the deacons of the Judgment Division will be responsible for protecting this place during the remaining period. In fact, I still don’t know very well how powerful a second-level contractor is, but the forty Judgment Division Deacon's fighting ability should be considered pretty good. "

Sherlock burst into laughter, thinking that 40 stewards from the Adjudication Department could probably stand up to the entire Scotland Yard police force.

In short, in this way, until the inheritance ceremony begins, at least there is no need to worry about the safety of the factory. And with the support of the military, those investors who are willing to take advantage of the situation will naturally show great enthusiasm for this experiment. As soon as he thought about it, he felt very good.

But then

Her Royal Highness the Saint in front of her suddenly changed the subject:

"I heard that they want to accuse you of killing more than a dozen active-duty soldiers?"

"Uh." Sherlock didn't know how to answer this question. Although he was no longer an ordinary tenant, and the other party was not the small landlord on Baker Street in London, he admitted in front of the other party that he had killed more than a dozen people in one wave. , Sherlock still felt a little strange.

But Mrs. Hudson didn't seem to care about the answer to this question. Instead, she immediately asked another question:

"I just heard Hopkins say that you sent a lady named Irene Adler home that night."

Her tone was very soft, but her eyes were staring at Sherlock extremely intently, as if at this moment, she was the detective who could see through everything:

"You're sending a lady home? Do you guys have a good... relationship?"

Today I put together a chapter. It’s less than 5,000 words. It’s my fault. But I’ve been updating for 100 days continuously and I haven’t asked for leave. Sometimes in order to update in time, the plot is a bit careless. What follows is a very big plot. I You have to write more seriously, so after saying so much, you should understand what I mean (kneel down) It’s the end of the month, please count the votes, please.