Sherlock Holmes

What kind of person can be called God.

In fact, some people would say that God is also a human being, but he has become a God because he has done things that humans cannot do.

But this alone is not enough.

After the gate of hell opened, the first pope walked in this devastated world, integrated all the remaining religions, established a unified belief in the Holy Light, led countless believers to the top of the world, and found the one at the top who no one knew why. The Holy Light Temple exists, and since then the Holy See has emerged and has become the hope of people in the world. Is he considered a god?

With the establishment of the Imperial Mechanical Institute, steam drives countless weapons and chariots, guarding the coast of the Antarctic continent and resisting the invasion of demons for 300 years, are these people considered gods?

Professor Darwin pushed demonology to its peak, confirmed the conjecture that wild demons can be controlled, and opened the clarion call for mankind to counterattack the gates of hell. Is he considered a god?

Emperor Augustine led mankind through the dark days of the second demonic invasion and allowed the empire to recuperate for sixty years. This is not considered a god.

These people are actually god-like existences, but they cannot be called real gods after all, because they all have one thing in common, that is, they will all die.

If you are killed, you will die.

The first pope died in a major rebellion within the religion; Lord Watt had his throat cut in the teaching and research room of the University of Glasgow; Darwin was torn in half by a demon during the experiment; Emperor Augustine died in a frantic pursuit.

Of course, if you are dead, you cannot be called a god.

Therefore, now, there is only one god existing in the world in the entire empire, which is like an entity after the arrival of the Holy Light, an incarnation formed by the condensed faith.

Dante Alighieri

He is different from everyone before him, because this is an existence that cannot be killed, an existence that cannot be shaken by no matter how many conspiracies and tricks are used, and no matter how many troops are sent to besiege, it will be of no avail. On this basis, he can kill anyone, those who are high up, those who are rich, those who are hiding under heavy protection and burying themselves deep in thick air-raid shelters. He can penetrate nearly a thousand kilometers. A mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood rushed into the gate of hell. So in this world, if he wanted to kill someone, what power could stop him?

It sounds like this reason is so barbaric and rude, but it is called a god by force, it saves the entire world from despair, it prevents the invasion of a plane by force, and it is engraved in the hearts of everyone with force. That god who cannot be shaken or destroyed.

Such a being must be a god, and all people must show the highest respect to it. This respect has transcended force itself and has become a higher standard of social attitude.

No one is allowed to visit the Blood Prison. If you want to visit, you must submit an extremely complicated written application, and no one can be exempted.

But this old man didn't bring anything with him and walked slowly out of the wind and sand. Who dared to question him at all.

The felons at the bottom of the Blood Prison are not allowed to visit, are not allowed to receive amnesty, and have only one way to die. But if this old man wants to see him, who dares to disobey him.

The old man once said that he would no longer interfere with the empire and that he would live as a fisherman in that seaside town. But when he stepped out of the road on the edge of the town again, who dared to stop him.

So, Sherlock was put down, and the handcuffs, shackles, and mask were all removed. The old man had the habit of drinking tea, so there were two cups of tea on the table.

The warden stood in the corner of the room holding the teapot. He didn't know whether he should put the teapot down or whether he should leave. But the old man didn't speak, and he didn't dare to make any unnecessary movements. To do it, I can only stand in the corner so quietly, thinking of myself as a clothes rack that no one cares about.

Compared to the warden, Sherlock's condition was much better. He used his amazing endurance to forcibly resolve some of the mental shock brought by the old man in front of him, but there was still some feeling in his heart. The lingering warmth of shock.

"I heard that you killed Augustine." The old man in front of him suddenly spoke and asked an expected question: "Why?"

The voice was very calm and did not seem to be discussing anything related to death at all, let alone the death of Emperor Augustine.

The warden behind him trembled violently, and the lid and body of the pot scraped together with a soft sound, making him sweat all over.

Sherlock lowered his head slightly, as if thinking that the voice of this great old man was no different from that of the old men in the breakfast shops on Baker Street, so he responded solemnly: "Guilty people deserve death, Emperor Augustine." Suspected of the horrific massacre of the people of the empire, suspected of killing a dean of the Academy of Life Sciences, I couldn't helplessly watch the despair of the families of those innocent people, couldn't watch a human hero die of a dark calculation, so I went kill him"

Sherlock's lips were a little dry and his voice was a little hoarse, but he was still calm and calm.

Old Dante raised his eyes slightly, and there were some old white spots in his eyes, but in the depths of his calm pupils, there was a flash of brilliance that disappeared in a flash. He smiled and shook his head: "You don't have to lie to me."

It's a very straightforward question.

But Sherlock didn't refute.

The old man continued: "I can probably guess what you are thinking. I guess you think that I am here to save you, so you are going to make your image more righteous, like a common man who is angry for justice. An anti-hero who has no regard for life.

But unfortunately, I am not here to save you. My current status is that of an ordinary imperial citizen, so I will not do anything that goes beyond the rights of imperial citizens. "

Master Dante said calmly, but his words were not very convincing. After all, the fact that he could sit here was beyond what an ordinary old man could do.

"Tell me the real reason. This old guy like me is indeed a little out of touch with society, but again, don't lie to me."

Sherlock's stern expression gradually calmed down with these words. He still did not raise his head and looked directly into the eyes of the old man in front of him, and said with a faint smile:

"There is no particular reason. At the time, I felt a little unhappy that I had waited for more than half a year for the old guy to die, but he didn't die.

Also, killing an emperor is quite exciting. "

interesting?

This unreasonable explanation always smells ridiculous no matter how you listen to it, and it is so arrogant and arrogant.

"Aren't you afraid of death?"

"Everyone will die. If you can choose your own way of death, then killing the emperor of the empire is of course the most satisfying way."

Well, someone who can say such a thing is undoubtedly a lunatic. The warden behind him felt the cold sweat getting colder and colder behind him, and subconsciously wanted to angrily rebuke this answer, but the old man didn't say anything, so he naturally Dare not make even the slightest sound.

What shocked him even more was that the god-like old man actually laughed because of these words, and then nodded as if looking at a junior he admired: "Of course you can choose your own way of death. It's the most wonderful thing in the world. Although your approach is a bit extreme, I have to say that I envy you a little."

In this way, the old man agreed with the statement of the death row prisoner in front of him. The warden standing in the corner was completely like a sculpture. He didn't know whether the old man intentionally left him here or simply forgot about his existence. , and he simply couldn't imagine what kind of uproar it would cause in the empire if such a few simple conversations were spread.

Then, under his stunned gaze, the old man seemed to be really like an old fisherman in a seaside town. He began to talk to the man in front of him about London that he had never been to, about the fog, and about a man five years different from himself. The life of a sixty-year-old junior. When he mentioned that the other party had been smoking blues, the old man probably hesitated for a moment, but the thoughts hidden in his heart were not discovered even with Sherlock's abnormal observation ability.

Until the end, old Dante couldn't help but sigh: "It seems that I am really old. In fact, I have been staying at the beach for a long time, and there are some things I have always wanted to do, such as seeing the windmills in Holland, or experiencing the Disneyland. Snow in Er County, but when I think about the long and long way to go, I feel a little tired. The older a person gets, the more they feel that they cannot keep up with the times. It is always habitual to want to hold on to those things that happened when they were young. Guarding something."

This sentence seemed to have some profound meaning, and Sherlock keenly captured it, but in the next second, the old man in front of him suddenly asked:

"Have you seen that sun?"

Old Dante's tone didn't change much, and the question was a bit inexplicable and came out of the blue.

Sherlock suddenly felt that a bucket of cold seawater from the coast of Redeker Strait fell from the sky, drenching his body.

But his expression remained normal, he raised his head, and looked with some confusion at the face in front of him that the whole empire knew, and the old eyes that not many people in the empire had ever looked at:

"That sun.? Which sun?"