Sherlock Holmes

The old divine envoy was actually just an ordinary divine servant.

But he has lived for so long that no one in the entire Holy Light Temple knows how old he is.

If there is a huge console that can control an artificial celestial body under this mountain, then the amount of radiation it generates is undoubtedly extremely terrifying. People living in this temple will have to wait for a long time. Under the radiation, they gradually began to suffer from radiation sickness, which became more and more serious as time went by.

It is estimated that the reason why the old god can live so long is because the radiation has changed his genes, so that he can only continue to age, but he cannot die.

"Old God Envoy, where are you?" Sherlock's voice echoed in this huge palace that had been quiet for centuries. The servants of the God had never heard such a cry before. Each of them curled up, their ears Inspiring and enlightening.

This temple is huge.

But in fact, the structure is not complicated, especially this hall. Looking up at the majestic dome will make you feel dizzy, but 90% of the space is empty, with only a large stretch of golden floor tiles extending forward. At the end, there is such a majestic masterpiece. A golden sunflower drawing symbolizes the blooming of the holy light and shining on the world.

And below the drawing, in a place that can even be called a 'corner', sits the person who has been in contact with the Holy Light for the longest time in the world.

An old man who was curled up like a shrimp.

He was covered in a golden robe, covering his body that was too old to be human-shaped.

It looks both divine and pitiful.

Sherlock just walked forward. He actually knew that the Lord God Envoy was there. After all, there was no place for people to stay in the entire temple.

The Temple of Holy Light is the most sacred place in the entire empire, and because of this, there are no guards here.

After all, no one could imagine that anyone would dare to cause trouble here.

Within a few steps, Sherlock walked very quickly and came to the end of the hall unscrupulously. Looking at the old angel who could not move but was still alive, he couldn't help but smile.

The smile contained a bit of ridicule, pity, speechlessness and other emotions, but there was no respect. Anyway, he felt that if he looked like this one day, it would be better to die.

"Hey" he said to the Lord God Envoy: "This is the first time we meet, so I won't say any more nonsense. My partner killed your man, so I apologize to you on his behalf. Let's just forget about it. How about that? ."

Take a look! Look!

Sherlock even said sorry!

He said that he would be reasonable this time, so when Watson made a mistake, he also apologized for him. If you do something wrong, you have to apologize. This must be considered reasonable, right?

Then I apologize. As the great envoy of the Holy Light Temple, I can't argue with him, a young man who is about a hundred years older.

Therefore, this matter should be solved satisfactorily. No matter from any angle, it makes sense.

"So, I apologized and he accepted the punishment. Now I have to take him back. How can I get to the cell?"

Sherlock asked politely.

"." Lord God's Envoy was silent.

I don't know whether it was because he was too old that his reaction was slow, or because he had such a ridiculous feeling about Sherlock's logic. In short, after a full five or six seconds of silence, he slowly said: "I heard. I told you that you are a young man from London, and you seem to have had a great influence on the empire in the past few years."

Lord God's vocal cords have aged terribly, making his voice extremely hoarse, like a piece of sandpaper being rubbed against a blackboard.

However, in the words of the old divine envoy, the things that Sherlock had caused in the empire over the years could only be described as "a little bit heard about", which was enough to show that Holy Light Temple did not care much about the world under the mountain.

"Oh, that's quite an honor, but I don't want to talk about it right now. How can I get to the prison?"

Sherlock continued to ask.

The old man smiled: "The structure here is very simple. You can find the way to the lower level just by strolling around. But you are still asking me, so you are not as unscrupulous as you seem."

This is the Temple of Holy Light.

It is the foundation of human existence

The temple will not let the person you want go, but as for you."

The Lord God's Messenger fell into deep thought again, and after a while he said: "From a certain perspective, what you have done can be regarded as pushing human society to a good distance. The Holy Light will forgive your sins to a certain extent. .

If you dig out your own eyes, destroy your own ears, and go to the bottom of the Blood Prison to reflect for ten years, the Holy Light will no longer pursue your faults. "

The old angel said that he had no intention of releasing Watson, but he let Sherlock leave, and he just wanted him to become blind or deaf, instead of letting him die. It is difficult to imagine that this kind of behavior would fall on other gods. What kind of shock will appear in the servant's eyes.

He kicked down the door of the temple and knocked out several servants of the gods. This kind of offense could have killed him with a thousand swords, but the master of the gods actually forgave him like this?

What surprised everyone even more was that

Instead of being grateful, this guy was very dissatisfied with the outcome.

Sherlock snorted coldly:

"Okay, I'll do it myself."

With that said, Sherlock walked towards a staircase on the other side of the hall. In fact, as soon as he entered, he saw the road leading to the lower level. Those few words just now were really what he said to the old divine envoy. Sir, please be polite.

"Stop." The old messenger whispered.

Sherlock ignored him.

"You think there are no guards here, so you have nothing to worry about?"

Sherlock still didn't stop, just like the old messenger said, no one here can stop him.

"Young man, force can solve most things in this world, but force can never affect the faith of the Holy Light." The old divine envoy seemed not to be flustered at all, and said unhurriedly:

"You can rescue the prisoner, but if you offend the Holy Light, he will always be a prisoner. Even if you take him away, leave the temple, and leave the entire sacred mountain, he will still be surrounded by a cage."

Sherlock frowned. It seemed difficult for ordinary people to understand such strange remarks, but Sherlock could understand them.

In fact, he had thought of this a long time ago, otherwise, according to his personality, how could he really reason with these radiation sickness patients.

"You can take away the prisoner, you can even kill us, no one can stop you, but you can't kill everyone here. Without the servant of God, there will be no one to look after the Holy Light. In this case, Someone will always bring your guilt to light.

People believe in the Holy Light.

So the army will attack you, the people will spurn you, and when you walk on the street, you will be humiliated, stared at, and shouted at.

The restaurant won't prepare food for you, you can't even buy cigarettes, you have no place to sleep, and the carriage won't take you.

People exist in society, and the Holy Light can completely affect society's attitude towards an individual, while force has no use except killing people.

Many years ago, there was a kid just like you who thought he was arrogant and invincible.

In the end, I can only silently wait for death in a seaside town."

The old angel's words were very calm, but Sherlock, who couldn't even be stopped by the hail of bullets and cannon fire, stopped in his tracks because of these words.

Yes, even if Watson is really rescued, the Holy Light Temple can still turn him into a special person who cannot survive in society.

Force is indeed of no use in this hall.

Sherlock turned around

"Belief in this kind of ghost thing is really disgusting. An old friend of mine in London once commented angrily on me, saying that I am not goddamn religious at all to the Holy Light. This is why."

The old god was silent.

"I rarely negotiate terms with others. Today I must take away my partner. You can make some requests and I will adopt them as appropriate. Of course, my eyes or ears are of no use to you. I think You shouldn’t get hung up on these boring stuff.”

In the past 30 years, Sherlock had almost no cases of compromise. In fact, if he had killed the servant of God, he would definitely not have gone to such trouble, but it happened that the prisoner was Watson.

He could slap the old divine envoy to death right now, and then kick down every wall of the Temple of Holy Light.

But this will make it impossible for Watson to survive in this world.

After all, there is a difference between how you treat yourself and how you treat your friends.

The old angel finally raised his head.

The face that was almost touching the ground was raised with difficulty, and then his gray eyes stared at Sherlock, and he said:

"Three years ago in the ancient Roman city of France, a third-level demon tore open a rift in the void and appeared on a hillside outside the city.

I don't know how you do it.

But obviously, you must have sacrificed something that we couldn't imagine, and thus obtained the curtain of divine light for a moment.

I want to know, what on earth did you do then? "

The voice of the God Envoy turned out to be clearer and sterner at this moment.

Sherlock threw the dying cigarette butt on the ground, and then smiled helplessly.

After so many years, he had long forgotten about this matter. Unexpectedly, people in Shenguang Temple were still thinking about this matter.

"I didn't sacrifice anything to the Holy Light." Sherlock said.

"Please don't deceive me. No one in this world knows the Holy Light better than me."

"Hey." Sherlock sighed.

Then I fell into a long period of thinking.

Under the shroud of holy light, a third-level demon was summoned. This kind of thing will definitely make the Holy Light Temple feel confused and shocked. Therefore, for so many years, this matter has been concealed, even for most of the people. Even the servants of God don’t know.

But Sherlock didn't want to talk about this matter, and he didn't want people to know that there was a voice in his head. Although that voice called itself the [Thing Hall], it was vaguely related to the Holy Light.

"Old God Envoy, I sincerely ask you not to worry about this matter anymore." Sherlock kindly reminded: "Now, I will take my partner away, and we will pretend that this matter has never happened. How about it?"

"No." The old messenger raised his head and said.

"I'm discussing this with you. This is for your own good."

"No." The old divine envoy continued: "No one can bargain with the Holy Light Temple."

"But..." Sherlock scratched the tip of his nose embarrassedly: "I can."

The expression of the old God Envoy seemed to have changed somewhat. He looked at the man in front of him inexplicably, as if he were looking at a madman.

But, at this moment.

"Ling~Ling~Ling~"

There was a sound.

This sound is very strange, crisp, cold, and has a little rhythm. Very few instruments can produce such a sound, and no one in this world has ever heard such a sound.

However, the servants of God in the Holy Light Temple have heard of it.

This is the sound of the Holy Light descending with divine blessings.

Sherlock has also heard such a sound, or a call on his mobile phone.

At this moment, the servants of God who were crawling on the ground in fear just now subconsciously raised their heads. They looked to the other side of the temple, and then saw a man running away in panic holding a black box. come over.

Although these people were frightened by Shylock's brutal behavior, they were not delayed in the Holy Light's will.

"Holy Light. Holy Light has sent revelation!!!"

The god's servant looked extremely frightened, and his whole body was shaking as if he had been electrocuted.

A large amount of golden light suddenly burst out from the gap in the small door of the confessional on the west side of the temple, scaring people to death.

The Holy Light is angry!

Obviously, because the military doctor massacred the servants of the Holy Light, and because the man in front of him rushed directly into the Temple of the Holy Light and was so disrespectful to the Holy Light, all these behaviors finally aroused the anger of the Holy Light!

In the temple, all the servants of the gods knelt on the ground, with trembling hands in the most pious postures, and kept kowtowing to the sky, muttering curses and condemnations of heinous crimes.

For centuries, how could anyone blaspheme the Holy Light like this! !

A trace of fear flashed through the old god's cloudy eyes, but after all, he was the one who had been with the Holy Light for the longest time. At this moment, he suppressed the fear in his heart and the anger towards Sherlock, the bastard, and took over The black box in the hands of the servant of God.

"O omniscient and omnipotent great holy light. Your believers are willing to bear your wrath and burn out all heretics in the world." He chanted in an extremely old voice, then mustered up the courage to open the black box and took a look inside.

Then he froze

The withered face that had been silent for more than a hundred years suddenly showed an extremely wonderful expression at this moment.

Because in the black box, he saw the black brick light up, and a text that he couldn't understand appeared on it.

【Hi, long time no see】

At the same time, not far from the audience, Sherlock smiled bitterly and shook his head, as if some careless guy had caused him trouble again.

"Yeah, long time no see."

He responded to something that didn't exist in front of him.