Sherlock Holmes

Are you going to stop letting people sleep? ! ! !

The person who said this was so helpless and depressed, frowning, squinting his eyes that had just been woken up, inserting one hand into his messy hair and scratching it angrily.

But I don't know if this sentence really had an effect, or if it was for some other reason. In short, the two groups of people in front of me really fell silent at this moment.

The soldiers guarding the door looked at the man in front of them with extremely complicated eyes. They didn't have time to observe this man closely just now on the battlefield. Now that he appeared in front of them, everyone naturally turned to him. I looked at him curiously, but after looking up and down, I found that this person didn't look anything special. Even if he didn't look sleepy, he could still tell that he had poor dressing taste. He was confused, sloppy, unkempt, unshaven, and had a long face. Tatsuya is not very handsome.

90% of men will subconsciously think:

"Can such a person win the favor of Lord Nightingale?

Doesn’t that mean it’s okay for me to go up to you? "

Well, they were brought back to reality in the next second. When they can tear apart the third-level demon with their own hands, they are thinking about comparing themselves to the same level as the other party.

After thinking about it this way, it seems that it is not unacceptable for such a person to enter Nightingale's camp.

This is the random thinking of a frontline soldier, as for the reporters on the other side.

At this moment, their brains exploded, and countless light spots emitted a breathtaking light in their eyes like the Big Bang. They stared at Sherlock's face, and their hands were completely out of consciousness. He took out the control and suddenly picked up the camera from behind his waist, click, click, click, and took pictures of Sherlock's face!

"What are you doing, put the camera down!"

"Damn it, don't grab it. If you drop my camera today, I will hang myself at the gate of your camp!"

"Bring it to you."

There seemed to be signs of impending chaos again.

Sherlock's mind was buzzing, and he was too lazy to think about it. In fact, even if he really wanted to think about what was going on, it would be difficult for him to turn his thoughts to such boring, bloody, and embarrassing things. , on the vulgar plot.

But he certainly didn't know that the citizens of the empire just liked reading this kind of news. Especially if this kind of news had even the slightest connection with Nightingale, the sales volume of the newspaper on that day would definitely enter the top ten in annual sales.

If it can be paired with photos and an editor who knows how to create an ambiguous atmosphere, it will probably be ranked among the top three of the year! Even number one!

at this time

"What happened~?"

The door to the barracks behind her was opened once, and Nightingale also walked out in a daze. She was also sleepy, squinting her beautiful eyes, and put a hand in her hair, scratching the frizzy hair.

Plop~

Plop~

That's the sound of a heartbeat.

As for being able to hear the heartbeat, only absolute silence and absolutely violent heartbeat can produce such an effect.

The girl in front of her yawned slightly. Seeing so many people in front of her, she felt a little confused. She frowned and looked at Sherlock next to her: "What's going on?"

Sherlock shook his head: "I don't know either."

The words have not yet been spoken!

Suddenly, a reporter broke through the crowd, rushed to the place closest to the two of them, and then asked directly without any preamble:

"Miss Nightingale, who is this gentleman?"

"Ah?" Nightingale had just been woken up from her sleep, and she replied in a daze: "My friend."

"friend?"

"Ah what's wrong???"

The reporter's tone was full of suspicion and endless speculation, but the girl in front of her couldn't hear it at all. She didn't even hear what the other party said clearly, she just said lightly:

"We are very tired now and need to rest, so I don't support your work, but can you please be quiet? I'm really sleepy."

This hazy tone with a little bit of displeasure, coupled with the soft tone and confused expression, really didn't know how much impact it could bring to people, so even these reporters hurriedly He nodded, admitting his abruptness without hesitation, and promised that he would never disturb his rest.

Nightingale nodded tiredly, then yawned, and patted the dazed Sherlock beside him:

"It's done, now take a rest."

"oh"

Just like that, the two men staggered back to the barracks. With a bang, the door closed, and the surroundings fell into absolute silence again.

No one noticed that at the moment when the two people turned around and walked back to the barracks together, and were about to close the door, among the crowd, hidden by the shocked bodies, the flash of a camera clicked and lit up very discreetly. This scene is firmly etched into the film

A week later, in a fringe barracks in the 421st war zone, the military region's disciplinary inspection department found a marking machine under a bed.

Although compared with the large printing presses of publishing houses, this kind of printing machine seems very crude, and can even be said to be shaky, but it can still print some inferior newspapers.

The reason why the disciplinary inspection department found this thing is because just a few days ago, some illegal tabloids suddenly appeared in the 421 War Zone.

Um. Although it is strange for something like an 'illegal tabloid' to appear in a frontline war zone, and even if it does appear, no one should be willing to pay attention to it. However, the influence of this illegal tabloid is very bad. In various dark channels, The spread speed is also very fast. The most frightening thing is that those soldiers who usually sacrifice their lives and have military orders like mountains and even some generals seem to be very interested in this tabloid. They do not hesitate to violate military disciplines, circulate it without authorization, and even get arrested. After being caught, he would rather lock him in a dark room than reveal his origin.

The content of this tabloid, or the main attraction, is a photo.

In the photo, a man and woman are cuddling each other and walking into a barracks. The woman's hand is holding the door, as if she is actively trying to close the door.

In fact, those with sharp eyes can find that these two people are not leaning on each other at all, but supporting each other tiredly. However, due to the deliberate blurring of the photo, the subtle adjustment of the light, and the choice of the angle, they appear to be two different people. The individual bodies are very close, and because of the pixel problem, the two pairs of extremely tired glasses look somewhat ambiguous and blurry.

Well, this kind of picture is actually very common for those third-rate tabloids that are trying to gain eyeballs and make sales, but the difference is that this time the newspaper appears on the front line, and the woman in the photo is none other than Miss Nightingale.

As for that man, not everyone knew him at first, but now, everyone knows him.

The title of this report is:

"he is my friend"

It seems like a normal title, but the two extra ellipsis are subtly added, and the photo below makes everything seem easy to imagine.

This kind of newspaper is naturally a slander to Miss Nightingale, and it also has a very bad impact on military discipline on the front line. A few days ago, the military caught three people secretly trying to bring the newspaper onto the transport train. They wanted to Soldiers to be sent to other war zones. Of course, these people were severely punished afterwards, and after investigation, it was found that these people actually had second-class merit medals. One of them once braved the flames of war and forcibly used a war car to open a road among the demons. , a combat hero who successfully saved a transport team.

Such a soldier with outstanding military merit actually violated military discipline because of a few tabloids. This really made the commanders of the military region sad. They immediately confiscated the newspaper and ordered a large-scale search operation throughout the military region to find out who was behind these tabloids. The instigator!

Oh. It is worth mentioning that the confiscated tabloids seemed to have disappeared in the end, but they were confiscated by the chiefs and commanders personally. The soldiers below did not know and did not dare to ask.

In a neatly cleaned barracks, Nightingale looked at the newspaper in her hand and the highly suggestive words on it. Her breathing became more and more rapid, and the emotions in her eyes became more and more complicated. Finally, she put the newspaper aside. He slammed the table, held his cheeks in his hands, and made some noises with obvious resentment.

I recalled that day, when I answered the reporter's question in a daze. The sentence "This is my friend" didn't sound like a big deal at the time, but why did it make my cheeks so hot in the newspaper?

I couldn't help but feel angry and angry at the reporters who wrote the content, but I couldn't help it. I could only hope that the military would quickly recycle all these newspapers and never spread them to other places.

Of course, she completely underestimated the ability of these military soldiers to hide and transmit information, and also underestimated the frenzied and pervasive abilities of frontline reporters.

A few days later, the aftermath of the Demon Tide Blocking War had completely subsided. Sherlock and Nightingale also took the battlefield train and returned to the 404th Theater.

Although the two people did not pretend not to know each other along the way, they were also very careful not to get too close, for fear of being seen by the people accompanying them and causing some strange news.

At one o'clock that afternoon, the train pulled into the platform. Under the escort of the entourage, Nightingale returned safely to the room specially arranged for her, while Shylock returned to the barracks alone.

So right at the door of the barracks, he encountered a chase and interception.

Compared to the reporters' respect for Miss Nightingale, there is no need to be cautious when it comes to Sherlock. A dozen cameras are almost stuck on his face, with pens and papers around him, and his eyes are shining. Reporters surrounded him.

"Excuse me, is this Mr. Sherlock Holmes?"

"No, you got the wrong person."

"As far as we know, you are not a soldier and do not have any medical experience. Your name was not found among the accompanying medical team. So, did you come to the front line specifically to accompany Miss Nightingale?"

"No, I'm not familiar with her."

"I heard that you once led a temporary team to defeat the so-called 'Immortal Corps' under Major General Ulysses in another mission. Is it true?"

"Ulysses? Who is it? I don't know him!"

"According to the rumors in the 421 War Zone, you and Miss Nightingale once took an airship and a car together and stayed together in a room alone for 7 hours. Is it true? You were in the room together. What have you done?”

What else to do, sleep!

The fact is sleep, but Sherlock knows that if this word comes out of his mouth, it will not be as simple as sleeping when it falls on the pens of these reporters.

Moreover, he just thought that if he ignored these reporters, they would have nothing to do with him. However, out of the corner of his eye, he noticed that a few guys next to him were writing furiously. It read: "The parties involved will get along with each other during the interview." Words like hemming and hawing about topics in a room, trying to change the focus, looking panicked, etc.

Well, it seems that he underestimated the shamelessness of these bastards. He quickly pushed away the crowd and ran out of sight of these people!

He was so fast that even Baskerville couldn't stop him.

However, a reporter didn't even think about it and immediately wrote in a small note: The person involved refused to answer key questions and fled in a hurry. Miss Nightingale did not show up during the entire process. What is the truth? Please tune in to the next issue. "Miss Nightingale's Emotional Experience at the Frontline".

A few hours later, in the military base in the war zone, an incredibly fast shadow crossed the camp area, then opened the curtain of a barracks and ducked in.

"Hey these bastard reporters, their reconnaissance capabilities are much better than those of Scotland Yard police officers."

Seeing that no one noticed him, Sherlock finally breathed a sigh of relief and sat back on the chair in the middle of the barracks. This was the barracks assigned to him by the military district. At this time, Watson, whom he had not seen for more than a week, was sitting at the table. Carefully grind some coffee beans.

Seeing Sherlock coming back, he didn't speak, nor did he ask any polite words like whether he was injured on the battlefield. He just raised his eyes, looked at the other person in silence for a few seconds, and then pointed directly at a newspaper on the table. , said with a somewhat gloomy face:

"Explain it."

At this time, Watson was not the only one with an ugly face. In the holy city of Jerusalem, in a room decorated with white crystal ornaments, a nun in white lowered her head and looked towards the Saint in front of the window with great respect. Her Highness gave a slight salute and said:

"The airship to Ilimir Parish has been prepared and you can set off at any time."

The saint in front of the window was dressed in white as always, extremely holy. She turned around and nodded: "Then let's set off."

"Your Highness, you don't look very good."

"Oh, yeah, maybe I'm a little awake, it's okay." Mrs. Hudson said with a smile, holding a newspaper that had long been clenched into a ball of paper, with veins on the back of her hand leaking out.

On the streets of London, a carriage faced the fog and shuttled quickly between the roads.

This is the first city where electricity is popularized. The economic benefits that generators, line laying, and factory facilities running on electricity can bring are simply astronomical.

In the carriage, Ms. Irene Adler curled her orchid fingers and gently tore up a newspaper that had been circulated from the front line. She tore it into very small pieces until she could no longer hold it in her hand, as if it was garbage. , thrown on the ground casually.

During this whole process, her expression did not change at all, but she suddenly said to the entourage in front of her:

"Go back, I don't want to go out today."

When Godfrey heard this, he was slightly startled: "But Miss, today we have to sign a generator transportation contract for the entire uptown area. If you don't go, what will happen to the transporter?"

"Let them wait."

"Well, that's considered a breach of contract on our part. This time the order quantity exceeds 14,000 generators. If we wait one more day, we will have to pay a compensation of 450,000 pounds."

"It's not a big amount, just pay it."

"But."

Ms. Irene's eyes gradually became sharper. She stared at the sturdy follower in front of her who was nearly half a meter taller than herself:

"I told you, I'm not in the mood today, don't you understand?"

"It's Miss"

Godfrey lowered his head, and some sweat formed on the back of his neck.

I was wondering what happened to the young lady today. Her eyes looked like she wanted to kill someone.