Sherlock Holmes

The driver of the car also trembled violently.

That was because of panic. The old man in the back seat couldn't see the situation on the road clearly, but as a driver, he must have good eyesight, so he clearly saw the streak of smoke and dust in the rearview mirror. People, and the speed they show are faster than cars!

Of course he also knew that at this moment, the man had landed on the roof of the car.

So he panicked, but he didn't dare to relax at all on the accelerator. At the same time, he immediately pressed a red button next to the seat.

Immediately afterwards, several steel plates quickly rose up around the glass on both sides of the car. Bulletproof steel plates also rose up outside the front windshield, turning the entire car into an iron lump, with only a small area covered by an iron mesh. He could barely see the road ahead, so the driver kept his head down and drove forward at full speed. This was all he could do now. The rest, he could only hope that these bulletproof steel plates could withstand that Guy.

However, just when this expectation just emerged, there was only a "squeak"!

The sound was so harsh, like a sharp knife scratching the eardrums of the people in the car, and then he felt something above his head was buckling the steel plate and tearing outward.

This sense of fear so close at hand made the driver almost unable to breathe. He stared with frightened eyes and held the steering wheel tightly with both hands.

Creak————Creak————

The sound of the steel plate being lifted up became clearer and clearer. The thing above the head was not a human being at all. It was a terrifying demon. And the demon was about to tear apart all the defenses, then open its mouth dripping with blood, and pour the car into the car. All life chewed into a pile of rotten flesh.

Everyone is afraid of death. Even if some people are not afraid, it is because they think there are things more important than life. Once, this driver felt that he also had this consciousness. He always believed that he was the most qualified citizen and he was very concerned about death. The old man who has been in charge of the empire for sixty years has undying respect, so he can become his exclusive driver.

Once, he felt that he could send the old man to his designated location without hesitation no matter when he was in danger.

But at this moment, he was the first to be unable to resist his instinctive fear. He let out a strange scream and began to turn the steering wheel crazily left and right, trying to use the body's swing to throw off the demon above.

Of course it would be irrational to do so.

But in this situation, it seems that not many people can stay rational. Those beliefs and the true meaning of life that were once constructed in their minds now seem to be the most naked and ridiculous self-deception.

Finally, after a crazy turn of the car, the huge inertia caused the car to move sideways uncontrollably, and then hit a rock on the side of the road solidly!

As the world was spinning, the driver shook his head, not caring about anything else, including of course the old man in the back seat whom he once respected so much. He only thought about one thing at the moment, to escape quickly.

However, it seems that no one can escape.

Because after a metal friction sound that lasted for five seconds, a steel plate on the side of the car was finally lifted, and then the car body was penetrated with a bang, and a bloody human hand stretched in inhumanely. Catch them all at random!

“Ahhhhh————”

The driver burst into a sharp scream, and in the midst of the scream, the hand that seemed to have been soaked in blood finally found the door handle, then immediately grabbed it and pulled it upward.

The car door opened.

The night wind filled the car, carrying the strongest smell of blood. Through the thin moonlight, a man slowly leaned down, revealing an extremely terrifying face!

The face that was dripping with blood was smiling happily, revealing a row of blood-stained teeth and a pair of morbidly excited eyes.

Just looking at each other like this, the driver froze and fainted from fear.

Well, this behavior is a little ridiculous. The driver seems to be less courageous than the nurse behind the car.

But at this moment, no matter the courage, wealth, knowledge, or aura, it seems that it is of no use.

Because a murderer has appeared in front of the person he wants to kill.

Even if you have great wealth, you will die if you are killed. Even if you are talented and brilliant, you will die if you are killed. Even if you are someone like Augustine the Great, you will still die if you are killed.

Death seems like the fairest thing in the world.

Sherlock was very happy. He turned his eyes slightly and looked at the two people in the back seat of the car.

One of them was a nurse. Obviously, this young girl should be the one who always stayed with Emperor Augustine and was responsible for his basic health.

Next to the girl, there was an old man sitting.

Sherlock has seen this old man's face countless times. He has seen it from newspapers, propaganda posters, books, photos, and various places since he was a child. The entire empire knows this face.

But at this time, under the thin moonlight, this face seemed older than in the photo.

"Hello. My name is Sherlock Holmes." He announced his name.

In this situation, this kind of self-introduction seems very weird, but in fact, from a certain perspective, this behavior is respect for life.

I have walked such a long distance, passed through such dangerous hail of bullets, and come to your side. If you don't even know my name, how can I do it?

Similarly, you ran so far, but in the end I caught up with you. You know you are going to die, but you don’t even know the name of the person who killed you before you die. How uncomfortable is that.

So, you need to know this name, and preferably remember it until you take your last breath.

The memory of the elderly may generally be poor. Fortunately, death is coming and will not be too far away.

"Hello. My name is Philty Augustine."

The old man also responded to his name politely, and everyone knew his name.

In the distance, a large demon appeared in an incredible posture and blocked the entire road. Next to it were the bodies of two motionless third-level demons. One had its entire chest torn open, and the other's body and head were separated. There was a strong smell of blood. The night was dyed with a hint of deep red.

Further away, many urban defense soldiers had not yet rushed up the cliff.

The sirens in the distance were still ringing, but after driving so far along the road, they seemed to be a bit inaudible.

In short, this chaotic night finally had a rare moment of peace.

"Help me go down." Emperor Augustus said calmly.

The nurse next to her was staring at the assassin from beginning to end. Perhaps in her eyes, this man was the most vicious criminal, but at the same time, she also knew that there was nothing she could do now.

I don't know if it was because of her natural personality, or because she always stayed next to a seriously ill and dying person, but she also had a trace of free and easy indifference. She did not condemn the man in front of her, nor did she stand on moral grounds. Or from the commanding heights of righteousness, you can angrily reprimand the other party for how unconscionable their behavior is.

She just nodded after hearing what the old man said.

After being bumpy in the car for so long, it’s time to get down and breathe some fresh air.

So, she took out the wheelchair from the trunk of the car, helped the old man sit on it, and then at the old man's signal, she came to the edge of the cliff.

Looking down, you can see the entire ancient Roman city. For most of the past time, this city had the quietest and most solemn nights. However, after the invention of gas lamps, the nights here seemed to become brighter and brighter. I couldn't help but It's amazing to see that times are changing.

"Actually, I have always been curious about how I will die, whether from disease, turmoil, or the next invasion of demons. I have thought about many possibilities, but I never thought that I would die. Death at the hands of a civilian."

The old man looked at the dots of lights below and couldn't help but sigh.

"Actually, I didn't expect that such a day would come. A few months ago, I was still thinking about how exciting it would be if someone killed you and asked me to be the detective responsible for the death of the emperor. , but I never thought that the person who would eventually play the role of the murderer would be myself."

Sherlock followed and then staggered to stand next to the wheelchair. He was actually so exhausted that he couldn't even stand still. He could only hold on to his hands. The last minute or so of pursuit had drained him dry. All the power, even being able to remove the vehicle's fender in the end, was like a flashback.

"Why did you want to kill me?" Emperor Augustine asked: "Don't say it was because of the crash of the London airship. Although I have not studied you carefully, I know that you are not the kind of person with a righteous heart."

Sherlock was silent. He didn't quite know how to express his feelings, so he just smiled bitterly and said:

"I'm a detective. When I first took over your case, I thought you should die, but in the end, you didn't die, so I came."

This is an understatement, and it may not sound as shocking as a gunshot, but it is for this reason that there are so many gunshots, bullets flying, and blood spraying tonight.

At this moment, this pair of people who are several decades apart in age are just sitting side by side. The old man is easing the bumps along the way, and the young man is easing the near-exhaustion of weakness in his body. They do not discuss the wasted death of more than 30,000 people. There was no discussion about how the life of an abdicated emperor would change the empire, nor was there any stupid talk like, 'If you kill me, you will die too, if you let me go, I promise not to hold you accountable.'

Compared with this night, the pursuit that broke through thousands of mountains and rivers, at this moment, it actually seemed a bit more leisurely.

"By the way, why are you so obsessed with living?" Sherlock asked again.

"." Emperor Augustine hesitated for a moment, seemed to find it a little funny, and then shook his head in a self-deprecating manner: "For Ofina"

"Who is that?" Sherlock knew that he had heard the name, but because he was too tired, he couldn't even look up those long-standing memories, so he asked directly.

And Emperor Augustine also gave a somewhat dramatic answer: "My daughter."

As the answer was spoken, the old man's weak expression seemed to finally awaken a trace of vitality and a trace of yearning. He raised his head and looked at the stars in the sky, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised:

"Actually, I have never wanted to be re-elected for such a long time. You may not be able to imagine that being the emperor of an empire is very tiring.

But I miss her. I miss her day and night.

She had just celebrated her birthday that day, which was the best time for her, but she suffered a shooting and assassination. Because of a political rebellion, the guards next to her opened fire directly on her.

When she was young, she and I suffered a lot. When I ascended the throne and became the emperor of the empire, I told her that we could finally enjoy happiness.

Who would have thought that I would become the most powerful person in the world, but I could not even protect my own daughter. "

As the old man spoke, there didn't seem to be any fluctuations in his emotions. It was as if this emotion had been moistening him every minute for so many years and had become one with him.

"In the early years, the newspapers should have reported this, saying that my daughter had died in that shooting.

But in fact, she was not really dead, because she still had some vital signs after being injured, but a bullet was embedded in her brain.

That kind of injury was actually almost like death at that time.

In that year, Charles Darwin was still a young man who had just entered the Academy of Life Sciences, but he showed a perfect talent for the field of life research.

The life extension experiment he originally proposed was not perfect because it only extended life, but it could not extend consciousness.

This statement is a bit weird, but in short, he claims that the human body can be preserved for a long time under a special low temperature state.

I didn't care much for this theory at the time, but when it came to Ofina, I had no other options, so my daughter became the first subject of this experiment.

According to Darwin, she can be frozen first, and after a few decades, when technology is able to thaw her and remove the bullet in her brain, try to revive her.

It's ridiculous, but it's the only way.

So I began to wait for decades. During this period, a little girl named Nightingale appeared in the empire. I once thought she could cure my daughter, but I found that she could only cure people. He recovered from his injuries, but was unable to remove the bullet from Ofina's brain.

After that, in order to provide Professor Darwin with the best resources, I supported him to become the dean of the School of Life Sciences. Otherwise, how could you think that his head, which only knew about scientific research and did not understand any interpersonal operations, could sit in that position? Go up to a high position?

Moreover, I have withstood countless huge pressures and approved the scientific research autonomy of the Academy of Life Sciences. For decades, I have spared no effort to build momentum for it and provide talents for it, all for the purpose of achieving results for its life extension plan. I have tried my best to succeed the emperor, just to wait for the day when he can tell me that there is hope for my daughter to open her eyes again.

This is what we agreed on initially.

As a result, shortly after Darwin became the dean, he suddenly gave up the life extension plan and began to conquer demonology.

I know that the second demonic invasion brought a big blow to the empire. I know that at that time, the research of demonology allowed the empire to see the future better.

But what about my future?

I tried my best to turn the empire into what it is now. Why?

I am not doing it for the people of the empire. I am actually not that noble. Unlike what was reported in the newspapers, I am not a hero who has protected the empire for decades.

I just want to keep my daughter

But I'm old and I can't wait any longer.

Then of course I have a reason to do what I want to do, just like what you did today.

In fact, to a certain extent, we are similar. "

Emperor Augustine finished speaking, his voice was a little dry and hoarse at the end, probably because he rarely spoke so many words.

The nurse pushing the wheelchair behind her didn't feel any emotion or shock. Maybe she had heard this story before. After all, Emperor Augustine said that she was very similar to his daughter.

Sherlock followed the old man beside him and looked at the night sky, remaining silent for a moment.

This answer seems to be beyond anyone's expectation. Who would have thought that the greatest emperor in holy history was not a great man who only wanted to protect the empire; who would have thought that he would spare no effort to promote the life extension plan. It is not that he is afraid of death, but for a promise that has never been realized; who would have thought that in fact, the project that Professor Darwin originally studied was always a life extension experiment, but he became the dean of the School of Life Sciences and got another After gaining the right to independent scientific research, he abandoned the original agreement and threw all the hard work of an old man into the trash can.

These decades-old events should surprise everyone.

But the old man beside him did not play any emotional cards because of his original intention, and did not use this moment of surprise to gain a chance for himself.

An old beggar once told Watson in a run-down alley in London that there is no right or wrong in this universe.

Right and wrong are actually just people's self-recognition of their inner desires. It is right to cherish life, and it is right to feed on the weak; it is right to be diligent and frugal, and it is right to enjoy yourself in time; it is right to be patient and dormant, and it is right to be angry. of.

In fact, to put it bluntly, only selfishness is right in the world. In this case, satisfying most people's selfishness is right.

Under the night, the two most selfish people in the empire sat together. The shouts in the distance gradually got closer. Countless steam locomotives rushed onto the road, spraying demon sedatives crazily. The corpses of four demons on the ground were shocking. Sherlock Because of exhaustion, he could no longer be distracted from controlling Crimson, and could only let it stand silently by the roadside, like a huge statue bathed in blood.

He took out a cigarette, lit it himself, then lit another and handed it to the old man beside him.

"It's time to hit the road."

he said.

The old man looked at the cigarette with red light spots, was slightly startled, and then took it with a smile.

"How many years have I not smoked?"

He sighed and took the cigarette. In the process, the nurse behind him subconsciously wanted to stop him, but all he saw was the old man smiling tiredly and shaking his head.

Then, he took a greedy breath,

The spicy smell entered the lungs along the trachea, causing a sharp pain like a burning fire in the throat. At the same time, the entire chest began to spasm. His body was already too weak, and he was hovering on the verge of death for so long. For a long time, he didn't even dare to breathe the air that was too polluted. Tonight, he had been bumping around in the car for so long and blown in the night wind for so long. In fact, countless fine sweats had oozed out of his body and his face was pale. Unhealthy flushing.

And this cigarette, a cigarette with a horrible and choking taste that is difficult for normal people to accept, entered the body of this dying man and began to crazily destroy his already decaying body.

He felt dizzy and nauseous, and his blood pressure dropped rapidly amidst the deadly pungency. Weird bloodshot eyes appeared around his pale eyes. His body began to tremble and he wanted to vomit, but nothing came out.

Sherlock looked at the old man in front of him in pain and was stunned for a moment.

Maybe he was really too tired, and his brain selectively ignored some details. In fact, he really just wanted to give the other person a cigarette at this last moment, but he forgot that the other person's body was already in the state of How could it be possible to withstand such a fatal thing when it was on the verge of decline.

Smoking is harmful to health.

Smoking can kill lives.

A piece of blue became the last bit of help that pushed the old man to death.

Sherlock frowned and watched as the emperor of the empire opened his mouth and began to struggle to breathe, but he could only emit waves of sharp whistles.

So, he leaned down, picked up a wooden stick at his feet, and walked over.

There was no unnecessary expression on his face, he just silently stabbed the side of the other person's neck.

There was a pop.

The thinnest spark can burn the entire forest, and the most ordinary wooden stick can pierce the throat of the greatest emperor. Therefore, the not-so-sharp tip breaks through the withered skin and sinks directly into the deepest part. The blood vessel was then pulled out.

Emperor Augustine's body trembled, and he subconsciously covered his neck. Blood flowed from his fingers. He breathed the last few breaths of air vigorously. His gray eyes looked at Sherlock beside him. In the end, it seemed that He wanted to turn his eyes and take another look at the sky above the empire, but in the end he just twitched a few times and stopped breathing.

During the whole process, Sherlock kept looking at each other silently, without disturbing the other person's death. The girl next to him started crying at some point. She fell to her knees and cried loudly in pain.

Under the same sky, some people are cheering because mankind has a bright future.

But there are also people who are sad and crying.

The number of marchers is getting smaller and smaller, but there are still people holding banners with shoe prints on them, walking under the gas lights at night. The banners have many words that no one cares about, such as "Truth", "Murderer", etc. The names of those who died.

In the orphanage, a young child looked at the night sky, thinking that at some time last year, he stubbornly asked his mother beside him how many stars there were in the sky. But now, he is willing to spend countless long silent nights to see Count the stars in the sky just so that when my mother asks me the same question, I can proudly give an answer. But even if he does finish counting, his mother will never come back.

An elderly woman was confused again. She arranged the dishes and chopsticks neatly and called her granddaughter's name dotingly. When she got no response, her mind suddenly twitched and she repeated it countless times. The sadness came over me again.

A middle-aged man was thrown out of the door by the owner of the tavern again. He staggered up, touched his jacket pocket out of habit, suddenly froze, then turned around desperately and rushed into the tavern, shouting His photo fell away, and that family photo was the only memory of his wife and children in the world.

Tens of thousands of people cannot forget the dead. They are still waiting for the day when the murderer will pay for his murder. The words in the newspaper are cut out and pasted on the wall, seeming to reveal the truth to everyone passing by. They Waiting, the judgment will finally come.

At this moment, Sherlock looked at the motionless body of the old man in front of him, and he smiled, seemingly satisfied.

Then stretched out his hand

A crack in the void was torn open beside him, and a tentacle wrapped around a huge suitcase and handed it to his hand.

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