Sherlock Holmes

Chapter 447 Aqiu~

The Holy Light is the foundation for human beings to survive in this world. Everyone should respect the Holy Light. This is a fact that no one can deny.

By the way, the servants of God should also be respected.

Of course Watson also knows this truth, but he just doesn't like those guys who are aloof and naturally want to enjoy the respect of everyone.

This may be due to his pursuit of beautiful things. After all, those servants of God are really ugly. He also knows that his disgust is wrong, but he does not want to change it at all.

I just thought that if Sherlock was still alive, these two guys might not even have a chance to stand at the door of their dormitory.

He walked towards the two men step by step, with a scalpel hidden in his hand. He rubbed it up and down in the sleeve with his fingers, continuing to stir up some emotion in him.

In fact, after these hundreds of days and nights, he seemed to feel the same mentality he had when he retired from the army a few years ago again. He was a little tired and bored. If Miss Nightingale hadn't been strong enough at that time, he might have died in Sherlock. Soon after, he left the front line and found a remote place to continue working as a small town doctor.

Now, Nightingale has matured too much, and he also vaguely feels that the woman who once clenched her fists in fear when seeing the demonic tide has become a true hero in her own right.

Watson is a person who has no relatives or friends. He said a long time ago that he doesn't even have a legitimate reason to live in this world, so he can only rely on his little pursuit of beautiful things to continue to live in this world. He told himself that he would not die yet.

But now, he has seen the most thrilling scenes in the world and has been with the most beautiful people in the world. Looking back on the past few years, he feels satisfied.

But in addition to his own pursuit, he also has some suppressed depression.

For example, during this year, he learned that these servants of God were sparing no effort to collect the people who participated in that incident. Although Watson's relationship with those people was not close, the thought of them being deliberately sent to In a dangerous war zone, he died in obscurity where he couldn't see.

Watson felt very unhappy in his heart.

Therefore, he walked step by step in front of a divine servant. If a female soldier saw the heartfelt smile on his face, she would be instantly fascinated. However, a divine servant raised his head and said: In the slit of his narrowed eyes, he saw something extremely terrifying.

He didn't know what the terrible thing was, so subconsciously, he opened his mouth to say something.

However, the moment the air flow just crossed the vocal cords, a strong stimulation poured directly into his trachea. He felt the warm liquid flow back into the airway, and then poured directly into his lungs, bringing out a stream of water along the way. Bobo convulsed violently.

He began to choke, and reflexively covered his throat with his hands, trying to shout, but unable to make any sound. His eyes swept across the man in front of him, and he was horrified to see that the man's fingertips were holding a scalpel. , there was a distinct trace of blood on the blade.

Immediately afterwards, blood began to drip out from the crack in the throat of the servant of God. It bleeded and spurted out, and he couldn't hold it back. He fell backwards in agony, and then kept staring at the two deformed calves. , accompanied by the sound of Gulu Lu~Gulu Lu~, soon, he stopped moving.

This was a very quiet process, because from the beginning to the end, the servant of God did not shout out, and nothing came out of his throat except the smell of blood and the gurgling sound of bubbles.

But there were countless thunders exploding all around. The brains, cochlea, and hearts of those who saw this scene could not contain the deafening roar, and began to twitch, their eyesight turned black, and some soldiers even had their legs weak. , and collapsed directly on the ground.

Among all of them, the one who seemed to be able to hold on was the other servant of God next to him.

But this is not because of his high psychological quality, but because his brain simply did not reflect what happened.

After staying in that temple for too long and being held in the highest position by the entire empire for too long, his thinking made it impossible for him to understand the scene in front of him. It was as if he saw a little rabbit that suddenly jumped into the sky. Bite off an eagle's head.

Squeak, squeak, but it tastes bad.

So he remained silent and dazed, feeling that he had had a ridiculous dream. It wasn't until a few drops of blood splashed on his face that he finally realized it, then screamed and knelt on the ground in fright. .

Watson looked at him calmly, feeling that the frightened expression coupled with the sickly face made the person in front of him even uglier, so he frowned in disgust, waved the knife in his hand, and pointed at the opponent's face again. A scratch on the throat.

But the man was a bit short, and he was kneeling on the ground. The angle was not easy to find. In addition, the man subconsciously raised his hand to block it, so Watson did not cut his neck, but the one stretched out to resist the blade. The wrist was cut off at the roots, and the muscles and bones inside were suddenly exposed to the cold air. The blood seemed to hesitate for a moment, and then spurted out in a half-slow blast.

This scene reminded Watson of the inexplicable volcanic eruption more than a year ago, and of the bastard who died trying to save Nightingale, and he smiled bitterly.

The servant with a broken arm ignored the pain and rolled back. Some soldiers also recovered from their panic. They didn't know what happened, but they still rushed forward to catch him. Watson, but when he thought of the identity of the other party and the scalpel in his hand, none of them dared to get too close, so they could only anxiously separate him from the screaming servant of God. Each of them suppressed the panic in their eyes, and forcefully tried to comfort him, signaling Watson to put down the knife first.

Watson smiled. He was very calm at this time and knew exactly what he was doing, so he didn't need to be comforted at all. He exhaled gently, as if he had finally let out all the worries of the past year. out.

He lit a cigarette and took a comfortable puff.

There was a series of dense footsteps in the distance, and then a group of soldiers with guns gathered around, all pointing their guns at Watson, shouting to put down their weapons.

Watson gently threw the knife in his hand on the ground and waved his hand.

"Don't bother me. I'll go by myself."

He said this, and then walked out of the crowd under the aim of a group of guns, and then walked towards the prison cells in the camp.

12 hours later.

In the war situation conference room in this newly established military base, several servants of God had been sitting here for who knows how long. They didn't say much during the whole process. They just used cold words when someone asked for their opinions. The ultimate voice replied with the same words.

"Leave John Watson to the Temple of Holy Light for processing."

In the middle of them, sat the stooped servant of God. His wrist was wrapped with a bloody bandage, and a pale palm was placed generously on the table in front of him. The wound of this servant of God was on Nanding. Geer had healed under his power, but he insisted on not taking off the bandage and continued to wrap it, as if as long as this thing was there, he could become the absolute leader of this meeting without any scruples. No one can refute his claim.

The person in charge of the military base sat in his seat with a gloomy expression. On both sides of him were two communicators, which were running at this time, and the two public audio and communication systems were currently connected to General Patton's expedition team, which could be used throughout the entire process. Attend this meeting.

However, from beginning to end, the commander-in-chief of the expeditionary force did not speak and kept listening. Some people even wondered whether General Patton was on the other end of the communicator.

In fact, there was nothing to talk about in this meeting.

Killed a servant of the god.

When he tried to kill another servant of God, he failed, but chopped off one of his hands.

Half the people in the camp saw this scene, and everyone in the entire military base heard the heart-rending wails of pain.

Needless to say, the status of a divine servant. In any place in the empire, even if a divine servant is injured due to an accidental collision, there is a possibility of being directly executed. The murder of a divine servant is still on the front line of a war. place, then Watson's ending is almost doomed.

"I don't agree." Miss Nightingale sat directly opposite the servants of God. She did not raise her head and deliberately avoided the sight of the servants of God. She said lightly: "John Watson is my safe guardian. , I can’t live without him, so I apply to postpone his death sentence, at least until the expedition is over.”

In this year, Nightingale's growth rate exceeded everyone's expectations. The war had tempered this woman's incomparable tenacity, but at this moment, she still could not confidently ask those gods. The servants released the people, and they were even less able to ask the frontline military to pardon Watson's crimes.

Even if she was Nightingale, she was just trying her best to delay.

"Your Excellency Nightingale." A divine servant said calmly. They who had been silent all this time took the initiative to respond to her words, which was enough to show their respect for the woman in front of them: "But I want to correct you, what we are talking about is not Sentence John Watson to death, but instead demand that he be handed over to the Temple of Holy Light for processing."

The calm voice revealed the gloom and terror that made people feel panicked.

The death penalty can no longer satisfy these servants of God. They ask that they deal with John Watson privately and bring him to the Temple of Holy Light. But if this is really the case, then who knows what they will do to Watson. What kind of thing, at that time, who knew how terrible the punishment Watson would suffer, unable to survive or die.

The knuckles of Nightingale's fists placed under the table were white. There was no emotional change on her face, but she still took a step back.

"This incident occurred in a military camp. John Watson is a frontline medical officer. His behavior is serious and has a bad impact. He should be handed over to a military court."

"No." Another servant of God interrupted Nightingale: "He retired from the army seven years ago. He came to the front line again as a member of the accompanying medical team, so he has no military position. If anything, he is at most a field volunteer."

There was silence for a moment.

"Miss Nightingale, we respect you, so please stop doing unnecessary things, killing servants of the Holy Light. No matter how hard you try, that person's fate will not change in any way."

Nightingale slapped the table hard and stood up. She could not give any reason to refute and could only express her conclusion forcefully:

"I disagree."

This time, no one responded to him.

The entire conference room fell into silence.

a long time

"Okay, let's break up the meeting!"

General Patton's voice finally came through the communicator. He did not say any conclusions, nor did he indicate which side he was on. He even just said this sentence from beginning to end.

Immediately afterwards, the sound of the signal being cut off came from the communicator.

People walked out of the room one after another. It was very cold outside. Normally, Nightingale should be followed by Watson, but now, she walked alone to the solitary room in the camp. Two soldiers stood in front of the door, and they talked to each other. They looked at each other, and then took the initiative to open the door of the confinement room.

In fact, the door was never locked.

Nightingale walked in, and then came to Watson, her expression a little dripping.

"What you did this time was a little too much."

"Yes." Watson smiled: "But don't worry about it. I know you are a person who respects life, but I am somewhat mentally abnormal, so please don't be sad because of this kind of thing. I I don’t regret it at all, and I still feel that I felt pretty good at that time.”

Nightingale was very angry when she heard this. She was so angry that she seemed to shed tears. Then she smiled because of the other party's relaxed tone. All kinds of complicated thoughts made her a little confused, and she subconsciously sighed:

"You are really crazy"

"You two are both fucking lunatics!"

"Aqiu~~"

Sherlock sneezed.

On the other side of the time and space rift, eight hundred years have passed. No matter how powerful his reasoning ability is, he cannot know that in another time period, a beautiful woman is crying and smiling bitterly. , while cursing himself.

He rubbed his nose and felt that the smoke and dust around him was indeed a bit big.

The breakout battle on the edge of the city had lasted for a whole day. The tenacity of the Survivor Alliance army was somewhat beyond his expectation. The entire city was in chaos. He didn't expect that they could still spare such a force. Use more troops to stop yourself.

Moreover, after this day of fierce fighting, he discovered that it seemed that armies from other places had begun to mobilize towards this side. These people completely ignored the defense lines against demons in other places and went all-out to hunt him down.

Sherlock himself was a little surprised. It turned out that his life was so valuable in the eyes of these guys.

The people around him fell one after another. Although the guns circulated in the dark underground channels were useful, they still couldn't compare with the weapons of the army. Those desperadoes and killers did have some abilities, but they couldn't compete with them. Professionally trained troops to contend with.

The fact that the war situation has been maintained until now is mostly due to the demons controlled by Sherlock.

But even so, the war situation still gradually declined.

Although there are many demons in the second stage, they are still far behind compared to the large demons in the third stage. But now I only have three large third-level demons in my hands, and both their individual strength and combat quality are on par with myself. The deep red color is incomparable.

"Hey, it would be nice if Crimson was by my side now. Even if I can't beat him, that guy might be able to carry me out on his own."

Sherlock couldn't help but think