Sherlock Holmes

In this bad era, bullying exists in any industry, from Cinderella's marriage to a noble family, to the birth of a child, to violence in schools, to industry suppression, and even in the military, veterans It has become a well-known tradition to show off to new recruits.

Therefore, it is very reasonable for Sherlock and Watson to launch a bullying activity in this barracks. Although the target of bullying is a servant of God, as a servant of God, if you admit that he is, he is the one, but you do not admit him. Yes, then he is just a disabled person who has problems with his ability to take care of himself.

This is the medical team in the war zone. The doctors did not listen to the orders of the frontline officers. They only followed the instructions of Miss Nightingale. Captain Millsap had a very good relationship with Sherlock, and all the soldiers under his command also Shylock is regarded as a hero to a certain extent; although Major General Ulysses dislikes Shylock, he is even more disgusted with the attitude of the servant of God; in this way, the entire marching team actually formed A completely closed network of relationships.

And those servants of God in this network can be said to have no support, no relatives, no response from heaven and earth, just like those normal people who are imprisoned in a mental hospital, you Whether he is sick or not is not up to him.

Sherlock opened the door of the barracks. As soon as he walked out, he saw several veterans standing at the door, as well as a large number of soldiers in front of him. They gathered at the door one by one, but when they were stopped by the veterans, who could They didn't dare to force their way in.

Seeing Sherlock come out, several veterans just glanced at him sideways without saying hello or any verbal communication. As mentioned before, the relationship between these veterans and Sherlock was not good.

As for the large number of soldiers in front of them, each one looked nervous and asked quickly: "Mr. Holmes, how are the servants of God inside?"

I asked this question with fear, for fear of hearing some answers that I couldn't accept.

Fortunately, Sherlock just waved his hand casually: "Relax, I am an emotionally stable person. I just went in to have a heart-to-heart talk with them. I am not a madman. Do you think that I will treat those noble gods?" Are the servants fighting?"

Although these words were meant to comfort the soldiers in front of them, I don’t know why, but they sounded like they had no effect at all. Instead, they made people even more worried. Just now you almost slapped an ascetic to death, and now you Who would believe that he is emotionally stable?

Just then suddenly!

“Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh”

A burst of extremely miserable screams came from the door behind him, just like a pig being slaughtered, but before the screams could be made for a few seconds, there was a sudden crunch, as if something was roughly stuffed into the throat, and it was hard. The sound was blocked, which made people feel cold.

The faces of the soldiers in front of them became very panicked, and they asked in a panic: "What is the sound?"

"Ah? Sound?" Sherlock blinked and looked around in confusion: "I didn't hear any sound."

After saying that, he looked at the veterans next to him in a decent manner: "Did you hear that?"

The veterans looked extremely embarrassed, but after hesitating for a while, they shook their heads and said with great displeasure: "I didn't hear you!"

"You didn't see. There was no sound at all. You heard wrong." He explained sincerely to a large number of soldiers in front of him.

The words have not yet fallen

“Ahhhhh————————”

Another more miserable and depressing voice came to mind.

Sherlock scratched his chin, then turned around and shook the door of the barracks behind him, as if he wanted to close it tightly.

This kind of move really made people even more frightened. A soldier who had written the "Guide to Control Wild Demons" under Sherlock was familiar with it, so he mustered up the courage to remind: "Servants of God. They have a distinguished status. I can understand why you don't like them. These people do act like jerks, but they have brought the Holy Light after all. If you go too far, it will be difficult to end it. If you end it, If we don’t show up, if word of what happened today spreads, it will have a great psychological impact on the soldiers on the front line, so..."

Before the man could finish speaking, Sherlock smiled and comforted:

"Don't worry, I told you that I am very emotionally stable. Oh, that person inside is my partner, his name is Watson. He is very good at talking to people. If everything goes well, I believe that under his careful persuasion, those few Lord Servant of God will soon make a decision that will excite the entire expeditionary force."

In this atmosphere, Sherlock's words sounded so weird that several people who had interacted with him couldn't help but want to step forward to persuade them to stop. There were all military people outside. When the time came, the chief would blame them. Are you really not afraid of being burned alive?

Before he could speak, he heard a very soft sound of the door shaft rubbing.

The door of the barracks behind him was pushed open again.

Then a man in a crisp suit walked out. His temperament and beautiful clothes seemed a bit incompatible with the new army, but it was not out of place. At this time, he walked into the cold wind and smiled slightly. There was a smile on his squinted glasses. It was clear that the temperature was very low, but his face was flushed. He was in a good mood and wiped his fingers with a white handkerchief. Occasionally, a gust of wind blew by, and it seemed that he could see some bright red under the cover of the handkerchief. The traces of sex make those who look at it feel panicked.

After seeing so many people at the door, he smiled even more happily, folded the handkerchief carefully, put it into his pocket, and then said hello elegantly:

"It turns out that everyone is still here. That's just right. I had a good talk with some servants of God just now. They have an important decision to announce."

As he spoke, he got out of the way, and slowly walked out of the barracks. A stooped body, his back bent to almost 90 degrees, his face pale, his eyes showing an extremely clear look of fear, and his golden body The robe was still luxurious, but one could feel the body wrapped in it trembling violently.

Seeing that the servant of God had not spoken for a long time after he came out, Watson put his hand on his shoulder in a gentlemanly manner and consoled him kindly:

"Don't be afraid. Just say what you are thinking. These people are all loyal believers of the Holy Light. No one will force you, and no one will hurt you."

The moment his hand came into contact with the other person's body, everyone saw that the Servant of God's legs suddenly softened and he almost didn't fall to the ground. Fortunately, because of his strength or some kind of extreme fear, He straightened his legs again like a spasm in an instant:

"On behalf of all the servants of God who came to the front line this time, I declare that in order for the human expedition to proceed more smoothly, in order to demonstrate the greatness of the Holy Light, and in order to close the door to hell.

We will abandon this safe but long journey and bring the Light directly to the front lines of the expedition.

We will fight against the devil together with the soldiers of the empire! ! "

The servant of God said, his voice kept trembling, and when he said the last sentence, it almost seemed like he was screaming.

The imperial soldiers in front of them all widened their eyes. Even the veterans who blocked the door were dumbfounded. The cigarette butts in their mouths fell to the ground and they didn't have the time to pick them up.

Only Sherlock nodded with satisfaction, as if he was very pleased to hear a primary school student memorize the text from the teacher's expressive voice. Watson, on the other hand, took his hand away from the other person's shoulder in a friendly manner and smiled. He said: "Well, you're right, let's go back."

After hearing this, the Lord Servant of God didn't even raise his head. He immediately turned around tremblingly and disappeared into the barracks as if he was running away.

"These servants of God can really be said to be strong-willed and physically disabled, but they resolutely asked to go to the front line. They are worthy of admiration." Sherlock said to himself earnestly, then raised his head and looked at the group of people in front of him. The soldier who didn't recover said: "Why are you still standing there? Tell your commander about this as soon as possible."

"Okay."

Only then did the few soldiers react. Although L was full of uneasiness and anxiety, they quickly dispersed. After they left, the veterans who blocked the door also looked at Sherlock meaningfully, and finally showed a look. With an uncle-like expression, he said reluctantly: "Well done."

After saying that, they filed away. Only Sherlock and Watson were left. They looked at each other and smiled, then looked at the vast blue-black starry sky above their heads, finally feeling a little more comfortable.

In this way, this matter immediately spread at an unusual speed. All war zones received the report. The servants of the gods volunteered to join the most dangerous and fiercest vanguard army. This was undoubtedly the strongest shot. Stimulants, and the entire 404th Theater Army will also head straight to the forefront of this expedition as quickly as possible. Of course, the frontline medical team headed by Nightingale will naturally follow suit along the way south.

In fact, speaking of it, this incident happened suddenly. If a person with a discerning eye looks at it, he can easily find the weirdness in it. However, the entire frontline military region selectively ignored this weirdness. [The servant of God gave up the safe marching route] The request went smoothly and was directly praised and affirmed by General Patton. The morale of the human expeditionary force was also encouraged as never before. There were even some rumors that came out of nowhere, saying that the military must have contacted more than just this person. A group of divine servants, and then many more divine servants will be sent to the most dangerous areas on the front line one after another.

However, this kind of thing can be fooled by soldiers who stay on the front line all year round and do not know the internal situation of the empire. However, it is certainly not that easy for Nightingale to believe that a few days later, a temporary In the built barracks, Nightingale opened a can, took some out herself, and handed most of the rest to Watson in front of her.

"This is your share." Watson took the can with both hands and stayed with the girl in front of him for so long, but still used the honorific title habitually.

"I have a special physique and don't need much food, so you need more calories than me. I'm not being polite to you, but the taste of these cans is really not that good."

Nightingale smiled.

In fact, if Sherlock were here, he would know right away that this girl was actually just looking for a reason to make Watson eat with peace of mind, because this girl has never been sensitive to taste.

He broke some bread and put it in his mouth, chewed it carefully, and then drank some coffee: "Actually, I know that the servant of God's request to join the advance army was caused by you and Sherlock, right?"

Of course Watson would not deceive Nightingale, so he nodded in affirmation.

The girl picked up the coffee. The battlefield life during this period of time made her seem to have matured a lot. Looking at the white snow outside the barracks, she replied softly:

"Why are you following that Shylock guy? Those people are all servants of God. Lord Dante has met Shylock in person, and the Pope also has friendship with him. Of course he is not afraid of anything, but you are different. I know you are too. Very powerful, but in this world, a person's power does not make you fearless. What if the Holy Light Temple really discovers your behavior and blames you?"

Watson was eating the canned food in front of him. It seemed that no matter what the scene, he always maintained a certain demeanor, and he also knew that Nightingale was caring about him from the bottom of his heart, so he had a slight smile on his lips. meaning.

"I asked those servants of God to join the advance army, not because I was messing around with Sherlock, but because I really felt that they should do that. Although I am a medical worker, I was also a soldier. Since the entire human race While cheering for this expedition, countless scientific researchers have devoted so much energy to the rear, and even the poorest people are willing to pay taxes for these soldiers, and they are all spending their lives on the battlefield, so why should God The servant should slowly and leisurely wander around the safe area behind."

Nightingale listened silently, her frowning eyebrows already showing concern: "I know you are right, but... aren't you afraid of being executed by the anger of the Holy Light Temple?"

"People have to die. In fact, I couldn't find the meaning of life when I was very young, otherwise I wouldn't have joined the army. After getting tired of the battlefield, my life actually just wanted to see the world. Are there any more beautiful things?

Now, I can follow you and eat the food you gave me, which is actually extremely satisfying.

As for death."

Watson smiled casually. If he were in front of anyone, his smile would be charming:

"Don't forget, I am also one of the people released from the blood prison. Moreover, I am not so easy to be killed. In fact, if I feel it is necessary, I can kill most of the people I feel the need to die." people.

To be honest, I dislike some humans more than demons, because demons have a natural tendency to kill, and the fight between them and humans cannot be adjusted. However, the behavior of some people is much uglier than demons. "

Watson's smile was so contagious. Nightingale was still leaning against the wall. She saw the stars outside the window forming a bright ribbon, shining brightly and spreading into the distance.

After a long silence.

"you're right."

She nodded and said.