Sherlock Holmes

Four days later, the ancient Roman city of France.

The new emperor of the empire, Mr. Franklin, has arrived at the center of the empire's power. Originally, before his arrival, the city should have prepared everything to welcome the new master.

However, at this moment, due to the collective replacement of security personnel, equipment maintenance, partial repairs in the city, etc., this ancient city still looks a bit messy.

A large number of transport vehicles shuttled back and forth on the streets. The surface damage of some buildings was extremely serious. There were bullet marks and shattered street lights everywhere. It was as if this place had just experienced a war not long ago, although most of these street scenes appeared in the inner city. , however, there are still a lot of specious rumors spreading. Fortunately, the news of the death of Emperor Augustine is still suppressed. It’s just that such a big movement, I don’t know how long it can be suppressed.

As for the original security team members, some of them were taken away by people from the Imperial Ministry of Justice, while many more were taken to the Tribunal headquarters and are undergoing the most detailed investigation.

In an interrogation room on the third underground floor of the Imperial Ministry of Justice, a huge gas lamp overhead emitted an extremely uncomfortable light. A soldier still wearing the uniform of the ancient Roman French city garrison sat under the lamp. The hot light made his There was a slight sweat on the back.

"As the captain of the 7th garrison detachment, you have 30 fully equipped soldiers. Bullets alone can allow you to shoot non-stop for 5 minutes! But you didn't even delay it for 10 seconds?"

In the darkness where the light could not shine, a staff member of the Ministry of Justice roared angrily.

An emperor of the empire, and the greatest emperor in the history of the empire, was assassinated in the capital of the empire just after he announced his abdication. This kind of thing is impossible for anyone to accept.

Therefore, people from the Ministry of Justice have been sparing no effort in interrogating these days, trying to find clues behind the assassination, and they have always believed that there must be a lot of internal support within the garrison, otherwise it would not be possible to succeed.

"Six minutes, from the outer city to the inner city, 33 checkpoints, and there are patrols on every road. Can he infiltrate? There is no one to respond. Even a fucking Japanese dog, I won't believe it!"

"There is no light at all in the drainage system. I went down to see it myself! Who the hell can run five blocks in one minute in a place like that?"

"Two people rushed out of a building surrounded by seven teams. Are you fucking kidding me?"

"I've said it countless times, babies cry when they are born, wild cats squawk when they mate, some things are bound to make a sound, and a gun makes a sound when it shoots a bullet!!! Absolutely, it will make a sound. Damn that voice!”

Four days have passed, and the interrogators in every room in the underground interrogation room are extremely irritable.

It's not because they can't find anything, on the contrary, the soldiers in front of them are very cooperative with their work, and they can almost be said to know everything.

But precisely because of this, these interrogators became increasingly uneasy.

Because they discovered that the terrifying force that seemed to have defeated the entire city's defense system in half an hour from start to finish was actually only those two people.

Unlike the irritable and angry interrogation atmosphere in the Imperial Ministry of Justice, the interrogation about the assassination in the Holy See's tribunal seemed so silent and tense that some people could even catch it in the surrounding air. There was a hint of panic.

A liaison put down the phone in his hand, looked at a judge in front of him, and took a deep breath:

"The judge temporarily stationed in London has personally visited the military base on the outskirts of the city. He has revealed to the Holy Light that the demon has been stored in the underground warehouse since the experiment was completed. No one can transport it away. ."

"Impossible, let's find another group of people to investigate!"

The Inquisitor rubbed his brow tiredly. For four days, the entire team he was responsible for had been immersed in an absurd and terrifying atmosphere. They didn't even have time to care about the death of an old emperor. They just cared about why. A third-level great demon with no transfer record will appear next to the mountaintop road.

The four contractors who fought with it have all died. The big demon named Crimson tore apart four demons of the same class by himself. This fighting power is undoubtedly amazing, but compared to its terrifying lethality, His "appearance" is even more daunting.

The assassin who survived the scene seemed to have no intention of hiding it. The answer he gave was that he was summoned.

This answer was of course absurd, so absurd that no one would believe it, so the news was directly blocked, and no one except the relevant investigation team knew about it.

However, three groups of people have gone through the investigation, and the results are all the same.

That demon cannot be transported out of the military base.

The liaison officer wiped the sweat from his forehead. As one of the few people who knew about this incident, he could hardly sleep these days. As soon as he closed his eyes, he could see the huge demon rushing out of the crack in the void and slapped him. The horrific picture of myself turning into a pulp.

He hesitated for a moment, then plucked up the courage and made a tentative suggestion: "Otherwise, how about finding someone to go to the Holy Light Temple. Maybe those servants of God can give an explanation."

In London, the efficiency of city hall has never been so high. Last month, it was announced that it would implement a policy to replace electric street lights on all streets in the city. Now it has almost been implemented, but the roads that have been lifted up are still there. It has not been resurfaced and looks a bit dirty.

Baker Street is not a main street, so it is not listed in the plan. Those dim lights are as usual, making the empty street deserted.

A carriage quietly stopped at the door of No. 221B. Ms. Irene Adler stepped out of the carriage, and the attendant who had been silent followed her silently, walking through the dim lights and shadows. moment, as if it could disappear in an instant.

"Dong dong dong~"

She knocked on the door of No. 221B.

Soon, there was a sound of the door handle turning, the wooden door, which was not new, was pulled back, and a nun in white silently made an invitation gesture.

Eileen walked into this old house in the middle of Baker Street. Like all ladies, she first looked at the surrounding environment and smelled the faint fragrance of flowers in the air. She seemed quite satisfied. Finally, her eyes fell. It came to the woman at the tea table in front of me.

She walked over with a smile, seemingly polite, but when facing a holy lady from the Holy See, she neither bowed devoutly nor knelt down to worship. She just put on a polite smile, which seemed okay for a commoner. Call it disrespectful.

But neither woman had any objections to this.

It was the first time they met, and they had never known each other and had no interaction with each other.

So in this kind of relationship, what can make two women meet is either money or a man.

Neither the saint of the Holy See nor Ms. Irene is short of money.

So naturally it's the latter.

Eileen sat in front of Mrs. Hudson. She did not introduce herself or say any polite opening remarks. She just said straight to the point: "Where is he?"

"Blood Prison."

Such a simple word from Mrs. Hudson made Miss Irene in front of her clenched her fists tightly.

"Hasn't His Highness the Pope thought of a solution yet?" Irene asked again.

"You should know that there are only two places in the entire empire where the Pope can be helpless. One is the Temple of Holy Light and the other is the Blood Prison."

Erin exhaled slowly: "How long have they been in there?"

"As a saint of the Holy See, I am also within the rejection range of the Blood Prison, but as far as I know, it will take at least half a month."

Upon hearing this, the servant behind him, who seemed to disappear as soon as he entered the door, frowned slightly.

Recalling that I had been in that terrible place for two days, I was about to collapse, but those two guys actually stayed there for half a month.

Then, wouldn’t it mean that he has become a madman long ago?