Sherlock Holmes

Women are like this sometimes. What they care about may always be those things that people have long forgotten.

Did anyone die in the battle just now?

At the inheritance ceremony, whether the challenger without any political capital can succeed.

Whether the research on the soul visualization device can be completed as scheduled, and whether the crimes of Emperor Augustine can be exposed in front of the world.

Of course these are very important things

But at the same time, the gunshot wound on the man in front of me hurt.

Did he ever send a lady home, was that lady pretty, gentle or not? Did he spend the night with a lady?

She once promised to have dinner with him on his birthday, but she ruthlessly kicked him out of the room.

It snowed heavily that day.

Will he be cold, will he have a place to sleep, and will he be hungry because he was waiting for his meal that day? But what he got was indeed just a drive away without warning. Now, he still hates himself.

These things seem to be just the most ordinary trivial matters compared to those mentioned before, but in Mrs. Hudson's heart, it seems that they have never been forgotten, so that now, it is because of these trivial things that she spares no effort to help the person in front of her. tenant.

"She is considered a partner. In fact, I don't know much about her. I don't even know if her name is true."

Sherlock replied.

"Is it?"

"certainly."

"Oh" Mrs. Hudson nodded. She did not show any relieved smile. In the past six months, she has been able to control her emotions and expressions very well. Just as the Holy Light expected, she Maybe she really was born to be a saint.

"Actually, you know, I am not qualified to ask about this. In fact, if one day a girl falls in love with you, then I will sincerely bless her."

"I wish there was no such unlucky girl in the world."

Sherlock smiled and said. For some reason, he could still feel a hint of apology in the other person's tone at this moment. It was as if on that snowy night a long time ago, a landlady on the streets of London really hurt a helpless tenant.

In the following period, calm once again became the main theme, but the calm here only refers to the experimental finishing atmosphere in the factory.

In fact, the entire empire was like boiling water that was about to boil. The scorching temperature had filled every drop of it, just waiting for the first splash of water to explode.

On the front page of this morning's Holy Journal, a photo of a veteran who suffered brain injuries during the war and was paralyzed for 11 years standing up with a cane caused a sensation throughout the empire!

In the photo, an old man with withered hair was supported by a nurse and came to a bed. His body was probably shaking. I don't know because he hadn't stood for a long time, and his muscles needed to tremble to generate strength in order to support his body. Or it was because he couldn't calm down because of his excitement. In short, he came to the window, stretched out his withered hand, and pushed open the glass window in the ward. The sun just passed through the clouds, and it seemed that the first ray of light fell from the sky to dispel the haze. The light shone in the eyes of this old man, and the gray eyes that had long lost their yearning for life began to shine with a glimmer of light for the first time in decades.

Although the photo is static, through the professional composition and shooting angle, as well as the tears shining in the old man's eyes, every reader can still resonate with this moment of rebirth.

Illness is a painful experience that humans are never willing to bear. One patient brings down a family, and countless suppressed pains and tortures make many people shed tears at night, but there is nothing they can do.

And if there really was a medicine that could remove all pain and cure all injuries, how could it not make people yearn for it?

The door to Sherlock's room was pushed open.

Professor George Romanis walked in with his head slightly lowered. He didn't even need to speak. Just looking at his state, you could tell that his whole person was enveloped in an atmosphere of depression and silence.

In his hand, he held a newspaper.

"What's wrong?" Sherlock hasn't left the house these days. Fortunately, his injury has almost healed.

The old professor handed over the newspaper in his hand, and his whole body seemed to have been drained of strength:

"It has been reported before that a very talented doctor of pharmacy extracted a certain essence from the repair solution specially used by the Holy See. After some adjustments and proportions, a more perfect potion was obtained. Theoretically, it can cure almost 90% of human diseases. Just yesterday, their first experimental subject successfully stood up, this patient who has been paralyzed in bed for 11 years."

He weakly pointed to the photo in the newspaper.

"so what?"

Again, Sherlock didn't know much about scientific research, but he could understand the meaning of this newspaper. He just wanted to hear old Professor George explain it to him personally.

"This kind of potion has always been very popular among the people. Now that they have suddenly given a successful case, the financial groups of the empire will definitely flock to it. I can imagine that the research and development of this kind of potion will definitely require extremely terrifying funds to maintain. The empire cannot support the popularization of experiments such as healing potions and soul visualization devices at the same time, so if it absorbs too much capital flow, what will happen to our experiments?"

Sherlock was silent for a while:

"Aren't our experiments almost done? Compared with diseases, closing the gate of hell is definitely more urgent. Moreover, if the new energy research and development bill is really passed, then the popularization of electricity will definitely be more important than the research of those medicines. Make money. Don’t government bureaucrats and those financial groups know this?”

Old Professor George's expression still showed helplessness: "Of course they know. But they can't afford to wait. Our finishing work has not been completed yet, and the results display has not yet begun. However, when a piece of cake is served, you are with those hungry people. The people who were all red said that the next piece of cake was coming soon. Although it was not baked yet, it was more delicious than this one.

How could they really hold it back?

Moreover, the development of new energy sources and the development of such pharmaceuticals cannot be maintained by a financial group. The empire's talent training also needs to have a direction, so there is no such thing as 'wait first'.

In short, they will definitely not wait any longer, and we will definitely be too late."

Old George sighed, but fortunately, from his point of view, the experimental results of his teacher, Professor Darwin, were finally completed, but it might be delayed by a few years. For him, this was not the case. It's not unacceptable.

However, Shylock couldn't accept it

Because he can't wait a few years, he can't even wait a few months, a few weeks. After the Imperial Succession Ceremony, if Emperor Augustine really retains the throne of the Imperial Emperor again, then all his hard work for such a long time will be lost. Became a useless bubble.

And even if we take a step back, if this so-called "can cure all diseases" research is really as reported in the newspaper, then Sherlock may feel less disgusted in his heart.

At least if there is a medicine that can bring hope to thousands of people, then this medicine itself can indeed be called great.

However, his eyes swept across the newspaper's headline photo and looked at the old man standing in front of the window, bathing in the sunshine.

Naturally, there was a feeling of 'disappointment' in my heart.

Because he knew that this photo was fake.