Sherlock Holmes

"Holy Light cannot be observed, perceived, imagined, or speculated, but it is everywhere"

These slogans can be found in the empire's most basic sacred scriptures and in the preschool textbooks of the people of the empire.

After so many years, no one knows what the Holy Light is. Of course, it is impossible for ordinary people to come into contact with the lofty Holy Light Temple, let alone the servants of God in the clouds. So, naturally they also There is no possibility of 'beholding the Light'.

In fact, even most of these servants of God don’t know what the Holy Light is. Only the extremely aged high priest and a few of his trusted followers are qualified to look at the Holy Light. As for this visit Among the seven servants of God who came to the front line, no one had such qualifications. They just carried a few black boxes down the Holy Light Temple and came to the front line to cooperate with the human expedition plan, that's all.

Along the way, Sherlock also asked these people what the Holy Light was. Naturally, no one could give the answer. When Sherlock wanted to open a black box and look inside, he stabbed the lungs of these servants of God. Like tubes, they had been bullied by Sherlock and Watson during the journey and had lost all their temper. The tears flowed to their mouths to the point where they had to take the initiative to lick them back. But when it came to opening the black box, all of them exploded on the spot. , holding the box, with the feeling that if you dare to move, I will die for you to see.

Even that night, the night patrol soldiers of the convoy caught three servants of God who ran away overnight holding the black box. As for the reason, they were afraid that Sherlock would use strong methods to force them to hand over what they had in their arms. In order to avoid this kind of Under the circumstances, they would rather leave the convoy and freeze to death on this ice and snow continent, or simply let the devil slap them to death, than let the Holy Light be desecrated.

Okay, although these servants of God are all indifferent to worldly affairs, unaware of suffering, and do not regard human life as their destiny, they are absolutely devoted to the Holy Light. Sherlock is also an honest and approachable person, so he cannot really Forcing them to do things they don't like to do.

So along the way, he never found a chance to see what was in the box.

And now, it's rare for him to be so close to the black box

The word 'piety' never existed in Shylock's mind. He was only curious about the Holy Light, curious about what it looked like, whether it was really a beam of light, or whether it was really like the one in hell. The strange sun was the same thing. He was even wondering if there might be a tentacle inside this box?

In short, at this moment, he opened the lid of the black box in his hand with almost no psychological pressure.

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He frowned silently, because what was in the box was not a tentacle, nor was it a beam of light that flew away as soon as the lid was opened, nor was it all the strange or indescribable things that were speculated on.

But a brick.

Of course, it cannot really be a brick, but its image is too similar to that of a brick. It is black, boxy, and angular. The length is visually estimated to be 15 cm and the width is about 8 cm. , but the thickness is not enough, only a little more than one centimeter. This thickness is not enough to slap someone on the back of the head, let alone used in construction.

Sherlock's brain is barely adequate. He can usually solve cases, play reasoning games, control demons, etc., but he is not omniscient and omnipotent. His thoughts must be restricted by reason and common sense, so he cannot Do you understand that Holy Light is such a thing?

Stretch out your hand and take out the piece of holy light from the box.

It feels surprisingly light, and the texture is not as hard as it looks. If I have to describe it, it is a bit between quartz and plastic. It is smooth, but has some subtle friction. It feels quite comfortable, even Yu Sherlock just transferred it from his left hand to his right hand, and then naturally made a 'holding' action. The extremely suitable length and width were as if this thing was originally designed for people to hold. Same.

At the same time, the moment he held the Holy Light, his index finger naturally touched a small protrusion on its side. Sherlock pressed it without much hesitation.

At this moment, no matter how powerful the receptive ability is, one's eyes can't help but light up in an instant.

My eyes really lit up because the bricks in my hands lit up!

That's right, that thing actually lit up.

Sherlock has never seen this kind of light. He has seen the light emitted by gas lamps and the more dazzling light emitted by electricity, but he has never seen this soft but cold light. In the somewhat dim ward, This beam of light could only illuminate a distance of less than half a meter in front of him. What was even more incredible was that this beam of light formed a string of characters on the surface of the brick in his hand.

That's a countdown.

【109】

【108】

【107】

Sherlock didn't know what this countdown meant. Anyway, the lights were constantly changing on the surface of the bricks at the rate of one second.

What's this?

Sherlock looked through the things in his hands again and found that there were no other protrusions on it. After touching the shiny numbers, there was no response. He looked around, and there was nothing except the unconscious servants of God. It seemed that no one else could give him any clues or hints; even he tried to communicate with the things in his hands verbally, but there was no feedback; and the thinking palace in his mind had long since penetrated into the Antarctic continent. I can no longer be contacted.

It seems that all he can do now is wait for the numbers in front of him to gradually return to zero.

Suddenly, Sherlock thought about the first few days when he first arrived at Redeker Strait. It seemed that the palace of thought was always reminding him of a series of numbers. With his memory, of course he still remembered what those numbers were.

【62.5709866/-78.8327524】

So, is there any relationship between this string of numbers and the countdown of the brick in your hand?

Sherlock doesn't know the answer

At the same time, he didn't know that at this moment, the Holy Light Temple was already in chaos.

Countless servants of God were running in panic in the hall, while those with weak legs were holding their heads in fear and huddled in a corner, not knowing what to do now.

Because just about 20 minutes ago, Holy Light suddenly became angry!

In the small room built in the northwest corner of the Holy Light Temple, which is the only prayer room that can receive the revelation of the Holy Light, suddenly a golden light shines brightly, and the small door that usually only opens when the Holy Light sends down the divine decree is going crazy at the moment. Opening and closing, the door frame made a clanging sound, which frightened people.

I’ll post another chapter early tomorrow morning, I’ll take a nap first.