Sherlock Holmes

The old servant of God is over 170 years old this year.

When he was young, he also had a handsome face and a tall and tall figure.

It's just that in contact with the Holy Light, he gradually became the small and rickety appearance he is now.

But he felt it was worth it.

The external appearance will eventually turn into nothingness, and only faith in the Holy Light is eternal.

He said that he is the person who knows the Holy Light best in the world. This may be a bit absolute, but he is definitely the most devoted person to the Holy Light in the world.

The Holy Light is omniscient and omnipotent, the Holy Light is omnipresent, the Holy Light is the source of all things, and the illumination of the Holy Light is the foundation for the continuation of the human race.

Just like the sunshine that shines on everything.

Of course, people in this world don't know that one day, sunlight will become the culprit of destroying the world. Anyway, human beings now feel that the only thing that can be compared with the holy light is the sunlight that gave birth to hundreds of millions of creatures. Therefore, the sun flower is The symbol of the Holy See.

At this moment, the old God Envoy thought of this inexplicably, and he just stared blankly at the faint blue light blooming from the black box.

Over the past 100 years, he has experienced countless revelations of the Holy Light, but those revelations were all ambiguous and in a language that humans could not understand. It took a long time to decipher to get a glimpse of its mysteries.

Never before has it appeared so clearly in the black box as it does now.

Even this time, no one was waiting to enter the confession room.

The Holy Light didn't seem to care at all whether there were believers to listen to his will, so he couldn't wait to send such a clear and easy-to-understand message.

Well, actually, this is not a sacred will at all, this is clearly a greeting.

But, who is the great Holy Light greeting?

The old god envoy doesn’t understand, doesn’t understand, and even can’t accept it.

His frozen face suddenly became as pale as the thousands of years of snow outside the temple, and his heart that became pious and glorious by believing in the great holy light began to beat violently and uncontrollably. You can see the clear ups and downs inside.

He was shocked, no, he was experiencing a cognitive baptism! A huge mental breakdown!

And when he realized that the man in front of him, whose eyes he had just about to dig out, seemed to be responding to something out of thin air with "Long time no see", he finally couldn't hold it any longer, and he staggered and fell. land.

Well, he would have been on the ground.

However, his consciousness began to stagger, began to collapse, and began to fall towards the endless abyss.

"Uh ah~ uh ah~~"

The old divine envoy let out a wailing sound of unknown meaning. This sound made the people around him feel frightened. No one could understand what happened.

"Ling~Ling~Ling~"

The voice of God's decree appeared again, and a piece of text appeared again in the blue light of the black box.

"You have been disconnected for 433 days, welcome back."

"Oh? Have I been gone for so long?" Sherlock said.

In the void in front of him, a piece of text and emotion appeared in his sight.

In fact, he lost contact with the Palace of Thought after going to Redeker Strait. However, after that, the front line began to lay out the Holy Light, which led to the Palace of Thought possibly searching for Sherlock again, but due to insufficient density or insufficient signal. Strong, resulting in the two of them not having much communication.

After that, Sherlock went to the world 800 years later, which was considered a complete break with the Palace of Thought.

It wasn't until this moment that he finally got in touch with it again.

When friends meet, of course they have to say hello.

Just a few words of understatement.

But it has turned into thunder falling from the sky, exploding throughout the temple.

Who the hell is this guy talking to?

Why are the words he said so close to the will of the Holy Light?

Are they really talking?

The supreme holy light is saying to a human being, ‘Long time no see? ’

This kind of doubt is so absurd, it can even be said to be frightening, because this simple sentence "Long time no see" means a power that is more dazzling than the stars and the sea, and more than billions of creatures put together.

Why? ! ! Why? ! Why? ! ! Why? ! ! ! ! !

Everyone in the Divine Light Temple could not help but have this question in their minds. Over the past few centuries, no one in this temple had raised any questions about the Holy Light, even those who did not know it at all. No one dares to doubt the complicated passwords composed of 1s or 0s. They only dare to study and solve them for decades.

But at this moment, Mr. Sherlock Holmes brought a puzzle to the Temple of Holy Light that no one knew the answer to.

"Can you help me?" Sherlock said easily.

"Of course." Such a word appeared in the blue light.

"A friend of mine is imprisoned here. Can you ask the people here to let him go?"

The words have not yet finished.

I just heard a sudden violent knocking sound on the wooden door from the corner of the Holy Light Temple. The wooden door of a small confession room seemed to be swept by a strong wind. It was banging and knocking, and a dazzling light was released from it. of golden light.

The nearest servant of God was still prostrate on the ground. When he saw the light coming from the confessional not far away, he couldn't help but get up and walk towards it.

When the Holy Light brings divine revelation, golden light will appear in the confessional. At that time, one and only one servant of God must enter it to listen to the teachings of the Holy Light.

This is an iron rule of the Holy Light Temple.

Therefore, even if the brains of these servants of God are being blasted by the thunder of nine days, green smoke is rising, this rule must still be followed.

He quickly walked into the wooden door and closed it

Suddenly, the door was filled with golden light, and even the slightest strand of light escaped from the crack in the door, scorching the entire temple.

At the same time, a miserable roar came from inside the door!

"Ahhhhhhh!!! Empire citizen——John Peanut——not guilty!!!"

The screams stopped abruptly.

The entire temple, and even the entire world seemed to fall into absolute silence.

After what seemed like an extremely long time, a soft voice finally came: "Thank you~"

This thank you came from Sherlock's mouth. Then, he combed his hair that was messed up by the wind and snow, and then slowly walked towards the Lord God Envoy not far away. At this time, this man who had served the Holy Light for more than a hundred years The most devout believer seemed to have turned into a plant, and his eyes followed the direction of Sherlock's movements, gaining a little advantage.

Like a sunflower looking at the sun.

"Don't make any noise about this, I find it troublesome."

Sherlock said softly.

The old divine envoy's brain did not allow him to think, so he nodded reflexively. If his almost degraded limbs were still useful, he even wanted to make the most pious gesture to the young man in front of him.

Sherlock woke up in this world at a loss as a child. He had no memory of his parents. When he was two or three years old, he grew up in an orphanage. The only thing that accompanied him since childhood was a strange white man. dream.

All the things that happened to him after that were absurd and bizarre in any era and under any circumstances. Sherlock was bound to solve these problems, although after passing through the gate of hell, he solved these problems. It was part of the puzzle, but not all of it, so he didn't want too many people to interfere with his little secrets before he solved them all.

This is the longest way of thinking for a person with a paranoid heart.

It's not that he wants to play low-key.

That's why he asked the old god to keep quiet about today's events.

"Now, I can go pick up my partner, right."

Sherlock said.

No one agreed, but this was because no one recovered from the shock, and no one dared to stop him. Anyway, he just walked towards the stairs leading to the prison below the temple.

As he walked past the stairs, he saw a servant of God who was standing there dumbfounded.

"Hey, brother, lead the way."

"I obey. I obey your will." The man was still dazed, so he subconsciously used the respectful title.

Just like that, the two of them walked down the steps.

The lower part of the temple is much more complicated than the one above. There are long and narrow corridors and corners here. The servant of the god tremblingly lowered his body and led the way. Sherlock walked behind. In the most sacred place in the empire, He lit a cigarette and smoked it casually, flicking the ashes to the ground along the way.

There is no no-smoking sign here, so Sherlock is not disrespecting the place, right?

Finally, the two came to a large, gray iron gate, and the man pushed the iron gate open.

This place should be soundproof, because the moment it was pushed open, a sharp sound of bone friction came from there.

"Creak - creak -"

And bursts of cold whip sound.

The divine servant who led the way stood tremblingly by the door, not daring to go in. Sherlock's face was gloomy, and he ignored him and walked straight into the prison.

The prison was not big, and there was only one prisoner inside. After passing a corner, Sherlock stopped and tilted his head.

No one knew what kind of emotions were showing in his eyes at this time.

In the cell in front of him, a naked man was being hung in the air. His hands, legs, and ribs on both sides were all covered with ferocious-looking hell worms, their round mouthparts Like a suction cup, it is attached to the prisoner's body. You can guess that the flesh and blood under the mouthparts has been completely eaten away. The sharp teeth of the worm are crunching the prisoner's bones. Every minute, Every second, he felt the pain that penetrated his bone marrow.

But this was obviously not enough, because at this time in front of the prisoner, a divine servant stood panting. One of his hands was gone, and the remaining hand held a stick full of barbs. whip.

Just now, he used this whip to whip the prisoner in front of him, causing his whole body to be covered in flesh and blood. When the whip hit the worms, the pain would cause them to twist violently, accelerating the eating effect.

I don't know if it was Sherlock's light footsteps or because the sound of the whip masked his arrival. Anyway, at this moment, the servant of God didn't realize that there was someone standing behind him.

He wiped the sweat from his forehead and asked breathlessly: "Damn, I know you are in pain, why don't you scream?"

The death row prisoner slowly raised his face. It was hard to imagine that under such torture, the man still looked handsome and aristocratic.

"I've said it before, your methods are really cheap. I'm a little tired now. Please don't let me hold back my laughter."

Watson said softly, it could be seen that he was indeed tired, but this fatigue was not due to pain or criminal law, but simply because of too much bleeding.

And just when he raised his head, he saw Sherlock behind the servant of God, and was slightly startled.

Then he smiled helplessly.

"You're so slow," he complained.

"How can you blame me? This is the speed of the airship." Sherlock said with a smile.

The conversation between the two people obviously shocked the servant of God. He turned around and looked at Sherlock in confusion. This prison was soundproof, so he didn't know what was happening above. He just stared and shouted: " who are you?"

Sherlock walked directly towards Watson without looking at him, not even a glance.

The anger in the eyes of the servant of God became even stronger. He had been immersed in the anger of losing a hand during this period. Now a person appeared and completely ignored him. This made him take a step directly to block him. He stood in front of Sherlock, and at the same time, he swung the whip at him fiercely.

Bang.

Sherlock didn't want to say anything more, so he just slapped the man on the face.

Suddenly, half of the man's face collapsed, and the chopped flesh on his cheek rubbed against his teeth, and a large piece was scraped off. The remaining strength knocked the man to the ground. If the floor was not of good quality, He can even bury his head in the ground.

"Don't worry, he's not dead." Sherlock said, stepping over the twitching body of the servant of God, and walked towards Watson. Those hell worms seemed to feel some terrible breath, and one by one they began to tremble and crackle on the ground. On the ground, trying to escape around.

Sherlock didn't care. While taking a few steps forward, he accidentally stepped on one, and a stream of fleshy pulp exploded under his feet.

Then, he broke the shackles on Watson's wrists.

It was indeed a little awkward for two old friends who hadn't seen each other for a long time to meet in a place like this, but they didn't hug each other, didn't cry face to face, and didn't even express any emotions after meeting.

Because they don't need this between them.

At this time, outside the Temple of Holy Light, an airship dedicated to the Holy See slowly landed, and Moran and Mrs. Hudson walked down quickly.

When they saw the temple door that had been kicked open, their uneasiness reached its peak.

Obviously, he was still a step too late.

This guy Sherlock is in big trouble!