Sherlock Holmes

In normal times, when receiving the revelation of the Holy Light, a divine servant needs to enter the confessional and close the door. No one else can enter, let alone observe the scene inside the door, otherwise very terrible things will happen. .

For example, people who violate the rules will instantly turn into a pool of blood.

But now, the confessional door that can connect to the Holy Light doesn't care about the issue of whether to close the door or not. It's like a naughty child who has acted violently, slamming the door hard, with a frequency of about 50 times per minute, which is very difficult. Imagine what a terrible mental impact this would have on the servants of God in the Temple of Holy Light. In short, everyone in the entire hall was panicked.

But even if they were extremely frightened, they didn't know what was going on. All they could do was kneel on the ground, begging for the Holy Light to calm them down.

Soon, the old priest of unknown age was pushed over. He had been huddled on the high platform at the end of the hall for at least sixty or seventy years. No one dared to touch him. He had reached the end of the human lifespan long ago. His body is at its limit, because he is afraid that any contact with foreign objects or changes in the position of his limbs may lead to his death.

But at this moment, he was moved to a wheelchair and hurriedly pushed to the confessional.

"Lord Priest, what's going on?"

A servant of the god who had not been scared out of his wits rolled and crawled to the priest's feet, trembling as if he had foreseen the end of the world, and could not speak clearly.

The priest's thin body was covered by a golden robe, and his face could not be seen clearly under the hood, but he was undoubtedly too nervous to speak. In the 300 years of the Holy Calendar, he had never seen such a record in any document. .

But his life of more than a hundred years gave him stronger acceptance and courage than ordinary people. At this moment, a sharp roar burst out from his dry throat:

"Get in!"

"What?"

"Go in, find someone to go in and receive the revelation of the Holy Light!" the old priest screamed and ordered.

"But..." The servant of God in front of him was so frightened that his liver and gallbladder burst. The situation in front of him undoubtedly showed that Holy Light had fallen into some kind of violent state. If he entered the confessional at this time, no one knew what would happen.

However, the old priest didn't care about this at all. He used all his strength to raise his hand with almost no muscles and pointed at the nose of the priest in front of him:

"You! You go in!"

"Huh? Me, me."

"quick!!!!!"

The priest's voice was almost hoarse.

In the temple, everyone must surrender under the Holy Light, but apart from the Holy Light, this old priest who has lived for more than a century is undoubtedly one of the most noble people. After all, he has been in contact with the Holy Light for a long time. Oldest.

Therefore, the servant of God stared at his eyes, and after countless fierce battles between life and faith in his heart, he became cruel, stamped his feet, tore off a piece of golden cloth on his robe and rushed to the confession room behind him. Then he yanked the wooden door that kept banging and stepped inside.

Suddenly, the golden light in the crack of the door suddenly became more than twice as bright, piercing people's eyes so hard that they couldn't open their eyes. And behind the door, a burst of extremely miserable screams broke out.

"Ah ah ah ah ah------"

No one knew what was going on inside, and no one dared to lean over the crack of the door to take a look. Anyway, in this grand golden light, the servant of God did not know where he got a moment of strong willpower, and forcibly suppressed Lang. The screams of people turned to screaming:

"Notification to Observer No. 2."

“Ahhhhh————”

"Away from coordinates"

"Stay away from Observer Four!"

“Ahh————”

He said some incomprehensible words and kept repeating them. What was even more incomprehensible was that he was shouting and screaming. The servant of God in the confession room seemed to gradually calm down, and his miserable breathing began to decrease, and finally completely Disappeared. A minute later, his tone became emotionless and he began to repeat mechanically:

"Use all possible means to contact Observer No. 2 and inform him to stay away from the coordinates. At the same time, inform him to stay away from Observer No. 4."

"Use all possible means to contact Observer No. 2 and inform him to stay away from the coordinates. At the same time, inform him to stay away from Observer No. 4."

There is no gramophone in the Temple of Holy Light. If there were, then the people around would definitely find that the way the servant of God who entered the confessional room spoke now was as if the film was stuck.

He just kept repeating.

In the constant repetition, you can actually hear the sound of "click~click~" coming from behind the door. You can tell that it is the sound of broken bones, and at the same time, there are some sticky sounds. The wet sound was like something constantly slapping a basin of oily meat fillings.

This state lasted for about five minutes.

Finally, the repetition of the servant of God gradually stopped, and the golden light in the confession room finally disappeared.

This rare peace allowed the surrounding servants of God to relax a little. They looked at each other, but they didn't know what to do now.

The old priest's eyes were wide open at this time, and the two drooped eyelids were almost locked. The skin on his forehead was stretched flat, and his withered yellow eyes were full of bloodshot eyes. He was shivering while holding on to his extremely bent back. He pointed at the wooden door in front of him.

"Go and have a look."

The few servants of God who were close were still very uneasy, but they still moved closer to the wooden door. The confession room, which usually symbolized the highest glory, now seemed like the most terrifying place in the world. Minutes later, a servant of God finally mustered up the courage to open the wooden door.

The stench of roasted flesh and blood slowly drifted out.

In sight, the person inside the wooden door had already been burned black by the blazing holy light, and the hardest head in the human body was completely opened at this time. From the cracked gap, some black tentacles of different thicknesses could be seen. It is slowly squirming, like the water plants swaying under the calm water.

With a "pop", the divine servant who opened the door was frightened by the scene in front of him and sat down on the ground. The subconscious thought in his heart was:

"Is this what holy light is?"

And in the remote Antarctic continent, under the pitch-black night, in the military base behind the tragic battlefield, Sherlock looked at the bricks in his hand, and his brows became more and more frowned.

Because the numbers made of white light emitted by the bricks finally approached the end little by little as time passed.

【3】

【2】

【1】

The number finally stopped when it turned into a cold [0].

Sherlock was in the house at this time, so he couldn't see that just above the night stars, a light suddenly appeared, then a second, a third, and countless lights without warning and extremely quiet. Appeared, and fell from the sky beyond all celestial phenomena known to mankind at this stage, as well as the limits of cognition, and finally fell on the top of a mountain outside the military base where Sherlock was located.