Sherlock Holmes

Chapter 446 Accusation——————

Sherlock died after all.

In fact, in the eyes of those high-ranking nobles, government officials, and senior leaders of the Holy See, Shylock had already died. But in the eyes of those who knew that Shylock was the murderer of Emperor Augustine, he could walk out of the blood prison alive. Coming out is already a miracle.

Fortunately, this miracle did not last long.

For more than a year, the group of people at the top of the empire pyramid have lived extremely comfortably, and the entire empire is prosperous. Then they can be more unscrupulous. Wine, women, money, these things have long been in their eyes. It’s a monotonous number, but no matter how monotonous it is, it still has infinite appeal.

For a long time in the past, these people had been tied up because of a detective from Lower London. If nothing else, it was because this bastard had such an eccentric temperament that his behavior in many things was unreasonable. Among them, the biggest commotion and the most feared one was of course the assassination of Emperor Augustine. After that, many people tried to study him and figure out what was going on in his mind.

And in the end, they came to a very horrified conclusion. That is, he didn't think about anything. To put it more clearly, he didn't think about the consequences of what he did at all. He just thought it would make him happy. , so I did it.

This sounds so ridiculous.

Since the development of human society, everyone is part of this world, so everyone must abide by the laws of social operation.

But why would one person kill the emperor just because he was in a bad mood or looked displeased with him?

Isn't this nonsense?

But looking at everything Sherlock has done in the past few years, people are even more horrified to find that this bastard has always had such an attitude. There are even rumors that he once broke into a building for a cat and committed a bloody massacre. All the people inside.

This kind of madman is still alive after doing countless things that violate the laws of society.

Therefore, everyone began to be cautious and fearful. At the same time, they were also cursing this guy to die quickly, die quickly.

Finally. That guy is finally dead.

In the year after his death, he was promoted as a hero by various forces and media. Some newspapers used his photo on the cover of their issues. Sometimes, some radio stations would tell his story.

Of course, it's all whitewashed.

Some public figures will be sad and emotional at his funeral, and say some touching words to the coffin without a body, but at the moment when no one is paying attention, they will occasionally be unable to hold back their laughter. Fortunately, that guy is He was so conceited that he finally killed himself.

Of course, there are a few people who really remember him, such as the soldiers who were rescued by him on the Redker Strait front line, those who were grateful to him for revealing the truth about Professor Darwin's death, those men, those women, these This kind of remembrance does not originate from any love, friendship, or helplessness that he has not paid the full rent, but rather from resentment that he has not fulfilled his promise.

There is just one person who is forever far away from me, never to be seen or touched again.

All right

People can miss him or miss him, but this longing cannot become a burden that makes life heavy. Some people always have to adapt to a world without Sherlock.

The field rescue team completed its mission, and several frontline ambulances slowly drove into the nearest camp. A total of 320 people were injured in the encounter just now, but only 8 soldiers died.

In more than a year, Your Excellency Nightingale has saved countless frontline soldiers. On this battlefield of blood and fire, she seems to have become a being that is more respected than the Holy Light.

But this time, she might be tired, or she might have forgotten a slightly injured soldier in the corner. Anyway, there was a soldier with a bleeding mouth who was not treated.

But no one would care about such a small thing, let alone bother Lord Nightingale because a person had two broken front teeth. The soldier could only cover his mouth and swallow in a desolate manner. He returned to the camp with blood in his body and went to the infirmary to find someone to bandage him.

Watson returned to his single dormitory. He was now Nightingale's exclusive security chief and one of the controllers of the medical team. Too much work made this handsome man look older. The blond hair that he used to take care of at all times has not been cut for an unknown amount of time. It is tied back so casually, and coupled with some stubble on his chin, it forced him to show a trace of his personality. Vicissitudes and hardness.

"Mr. John." As soon as he sat down, there was a knock on the door of the dormitory room. After receiving permission, a soldier opened the door and said with some anxiety: "Outside, there are two envoys from the Holy Light Temple who want to see you."

Watson frowned

About half a year ago, Moriarty went to the Holy Light Temple. No one knew what he did. Anyway, the current servants of God have begun to join the expeditionary army. Their main task is to lay the Holy Light along the way, and the temples are Messengers will also come to the frontline theater every few months, perhaps to deliver those black boxes, or perhaps to bring the next batch of servants of God.

But no matter what, it seems that they should not come to a field doctor.

"Let them in."

Watson said.

Soon, two temple envoys walked in, as short or stooped as ever. People in this world still didn’t know that buried under the Holy Light Temple were people from centuries ago, snatching from the cracks in time and space. The artificial sun control system that came back didn't even know what [radiation] was, and still felt that this physical mutation was some kind of blessing from the Holy Light.

Watson stood up. He had no respect for the two people in front of him, but he still took a pious posture and bowed slightly to the messenger.

"Are you John Watson?" one of the messengers asked.

"It's me." Watson responded.

Another messenger who had just reached 1.3 meters tall began to look at Watson. This height difference made him have to keep his head raised. Although he could feel that he was trying to make himself look taller, it was helpless. I just thought he was a little ridiculous.

Immediately afterwards

"We came to you to investigate the incident in which seven servants of God died on the battlefield at the beginning of last year. We fully suspect that you and Sherlock Holmes were responsible for forcing, bullying, kidnapping, and Threatening the followers of the Holy Light, forcing them to enter the most dangerous areas of the battlefield, and causing them to die in the battle."

A piece of quality control from a servant of God.

The servants of God serve the Holy Light, so the servants of God are naturally noble. This seems to have been engraved in the hearts of all citizens of the empire at the beginning of the Holy Calendar. Now, although the servants of God have also joined the expeditionary army, in the eyes of most people, They walked down the temple as a kind of dedication or gift to the human war.

At this time, if someone kidnapped and abused the servant of God, or even caused the death of the servant of God, such a crime would be enough to make most people collapse on the ground in fear.

What happened back then was done by Shylock's camp and the immortal veterans led by General Ulysses. Just because these people dared to do such a thing does not mean that everyone can accept such a terrible crime. Outside the dormitory, some soldiers passed by. They saw this scene and heard these words, and then they stopped in shock and opened their mouths in disbelief.

But Watson just remained silent, not knowing what was going on in his mind. After a few seconds, he suddenly laughed. While laughing, he shook his head helplessly:

"I can't believe that this kind of thing is the first to be said by you." His tone seemed full of disgust: "A group of condescending idiots, what time is it now, the expeditionary force is going to hit In front of the gate of hell.

You didn't take the initiative to lay down the holy light. Instead, you hid in that broken temple.

Don’t you feel ashamed? Why do you have the nerve to come here and ask about things that happened so long ago? "

Fortunately, Watson's voice was not loud and could only be heard by the two servants of God who were very close. Otherwise, if the soldiers outside the door heard it, they would be frightened.

"So, you admitted that you imprisoned and forced the servants of God?" The two servants of God at the door completely ignored Watson's taunts. They just grabbed the point they wanted to hear and continued to ask.

"I didn't admit anything. I don't even know what you are talking about. I just think what you have done in the past two years is a bastard. If you feel that what I said is a bit offensive, then go to the military department to accuse me and say something bad about me." Disrespect the Holy Light."

Watson responded softly.

In fact, these servants of God have not stopped since Shylock's death.

Many of those who worked with Captain Millsap were transferred to the most dangerous areas to perform missions, and did not receive any merit until they died in battle, although it was too common to die on the battlefield. , and someone must go to fight in dangerous areas, but this kind of overly obvious retaliatory behavior is really infuriating.

However, the laying of the Holy Light still has to be completed by the servants of God. The operating methods of those black boxes have always been closely guarded. Over the past year, the military has tried to secretly obtain the secrets of the black boxes many times, but they have failed. .

Well, Watson had to admit that no one could replace the role of the servants of God for the time being, and the status of these people in the hearts of the imperial people for centuries was indeed impossible to be erased.

They are indeed annoying and unpleasant, but Watson is not Sherlock after all. It is impossible for him to arrest all the servants of God on the battlefield just because he looks unhappy, and then put shackles on them and shout: Who will not Work quickly and forget about having food to eat.

So facing the two deformed-looking people in front of him, Watson just wanted to send them away.

"However, one of the accompanying medical soldiers at the time has personally confessed your crime."

The rickety servant of God revealed an ugly smile, which gave Watson a bad premonition subconsciously.

"Identify me? Who?"

The other party smiled and said a name.

That was a female nurse. Her father was one of the first field doctors who followed Nightingale to the front line. A few months later, the female nurse also came to the front line, and the father and daughter have been accompanying her ever since. among the medical team.

Watson remembered that she was a very kind girl, about 20 years old. She went to the battlefield for the first time, and she fainted out of fear. But she never had the thought of leaving the front line. After more than a year of war, this nurse was able to lead a nursing team alone to rescue the wounded in the most dangerous battlefields.

But how could such a strong girl suddenly confess what happened back then?

The surprise in his eyes passed by, and Watson naturally thought of some possibilities. His expression darkened, and he just lowered his head and stared at the still grinning servant of God.

"She is innocent."

"Yes, she is indeed innocent." The servant of God said: "But you have committed an unforgivable crime after all. Seven servants of God died because of you, and you always want to escape punishment. There is no way, we can't Let the servants of the Light die in vain.”

"What the hell did you do to that girl?!"

Watson's tone became higher. He has always been a person who pays great attention to etiquette, but at this moment, he didn't seem to suppress the anger in his emotions.

"Her father died. During a battle two months ago." The servant of God seemed to enjoy Watson's anger. He said with satisfaction: "The girl also has a mother who is a loyal believer. The old woman made some mistakes during a service last week and was invited to the prison under the temple to reflect for a few days."

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silence.

Needless to say, a girl lost her father, and her only relative in the world was imprisoned. All of this was so clumsy, but logical.

In fact, if you think about it from the perspective of the servants of God, this kind of bastard behavior is understandable. These guys have lived in that temple all their lives. If someone really caused the death of these servants of God, then it is naturally impossible for them. Let's give it up, after all, their philosophy is that 'the sublimity of the Holy Light cannot be tarnished', and piety is the value of their existence.

Watson was indeed one of the participants in that incident.

But at this moment, he was very angry and unhappy.

It seems that ever since Sherlock's death, this emotion has been hidden in a corner of his heart. Over the past year, he has smoked more and more fiercely. He who only drank good wine before has begun to be infected by the bad habits in the army. Strong alcohol, he was habitually silent and squinted his eyes fondly, but he no longer smiled, no longer took care of his hair, and sometimes even stopped shaving. He has saved many people in the past year or so. , who saved countless lives from the brink of death. He has been working and applying to go to the most dangerous battlefields.

But he has never been happy or satisfied.

At this moment, he didn't know what happened, but he felt a sudden sound in his heart, as if a thread was disconnected, and the kite that had been being held began to fly into the air with the wind.

Watson took a deep breath, feeling inexplicably relaxed, and then he smiled. This seemed to be the first time he smiled from the bottom of his heart in more than a year.

Then, a bright knife appeared in his hand, and the cold material made his fingertips feel comfortable.

In this way, he walked towards the servant of God in front of him.