Sherlock Holmes

Shylock doesn't understand politics.

But he's not stupid, and he understands human nature.

After the gates of hell opened, the short-lived [God-like kingdom] phenomenon displayed by human society was caused by the strong pressure of genocide. After this pressure disappears, human beings will definitely enter a normal society again. in process.

Greed and selfishness are natural and it is impossible to eliminate them.

As a result, the Holy Light appeared, the threat of demons was greatly reduced, and the Kingdom of God naturally disappeared quickly.

However, because of the emergence of the Holy Light, a powerful force different from all previous religions was formed - the Holy See.

The biggest difference between the Holy See and other existing religions in the past is that other religions are nihilistic. Their beliefs mainly rely on the spontaneous psychology of believers. In other words, it is only a belief if you believe in it. If you don’t believe in it, it is the same as you. It doesn't matter a dime.

But Holy Light is different. It is a real thing, and it is really closely related to human survival. It can even be said to be the foundation of human survival.

Therefore, the faith of the Holy See has been stabilized to an unprecedented extent.

So what about the imperial government? It is more like a framework and a necessary social system to maintain human survival.

After all, people always have to work, produce, eat, get married, go to work, and get paid.

If these problems can be solved by the Holy See, then in essence, human beings do not need a government or even a society. Human beings only need to obey the distribution of the Holy See and do their assigned work, and all the resources produced will be turned over to the Holy See. Food and accommodation are all provided by the Holy See.

As long as the supply area of ​​the Holy See is covered in detail enough, human society does not even need currency, there is no need to distinguish between 'boss' and 'employees', and there is no need for hierarchy, even the officials in charge of material distribution, the pope of the diocese, and even the Holy See. There is actually no essential difference between the high-level officials and the farmers in the fields, because they are all subjects of the Holy See.

Human greed must be solved with human beings' own mentality. Belief and eliminating differences are the best solutions that can be thought of for the time being.

Based on this thinking, Shylock can easily imagine the incredible and overly idealized result that will eventually emerge—a kingdom of God forcibly built in human society. .

His eyes raised slightly.

Sherlock has never been an idealist, so he asked the woman in front of him for advice:

"Um, does the possibility of a man-made divine kingdom really exist?"

Eileen didn't know how to answer for a moment, so she just smiled: "Absolute assimilation can exist in theory, but it is only in theory.

There are not so many paranoid idealists in the world.

Even if there is, who can truly turn the Holy See and the government into the same thing, integrating the social structure and beliefs of all mankind.

Besides, the foundation of all this is actually the Holy Light.

But since the Holy Light exists, who can pull down the omniscient and omnipotent Holy Light as a puppet of faith? "

Irene definitely didn't know what the Holy Light really looked like. She didn't know that the so-called Holy Light was actually a machine created by gathering the essence of all human wisdom 800 years later. She didn't know that that machine could control an artificial star in the sky. The star; I don’t know that he is constantly collecting all the information about humans and demons, and is constantly learning on his own, and is always looking for ways for humans to survive; I don’t know that the machine is using space tearing technology to destroy the entire empire. , controlling the emergence of large space-time cracks, thereby preventing the third-order demons from suddenly rushing out to kill everywhere.

Otherwise, she would definitely wonder, is there really such a person who dares to occupy the Temple of Holy Light, dig out the machine buried in the Erbes Mountains, turn it into a pile of scrap iron, and throw it into the steel-making furnace? Here, from now on, he will sit on the throne of the Holy Light Temple and become the Holy Light?

Um. But think about it carefully, if the gate to hell is really closed, then why is the Holy Light the Holy Light?

Sherlock was silent, Irene didn't know this, but he knew this.

In this world, there should be only two people who know what the Holy Light is.

One is Lord Dante.

One is himself.

So, does that guy Moriarty know about this?

If he knew.

A possibility that was a bit too crazy and untimely appeared in his mind, even making him stunned for a moment, and then he subconsciously took out a cigarette and put it between his lips.

Seeing Sherlock's expression, Irene also fell silent for a moment.

She can't read thoughts, but she can always guess the thoughts in people's hearts that they want to hide from the smallest atmosphere.

So, she took out a match, lit it, and lit it with her own hands for the man in front of her.

"Now that you are back alive, please be careful. The world here is not necessarily safer than the other side of hell."

Sherlock nodded, took a deep drag on the cigarette, and felt better.

Then he turned around and left the bar.

Eileen didn't stop her, nor did she say anything more. In fact, what she could think of, the man also wanted, so what she said only came from a weak woman's concern for the man.

But if you are alive, don't die anymore.

It's noon again, and it's still the small town near the edge of Wilnis.

How many years have passed, this small town still has no name. It is located quietly 20 kilometers west of the city. There are no churches or schools here, only a few scattered shops, and some people who make a living by fishing all year round. fishermen.

The sky is clear and the air is fresh. People's life here is slow, comfortable and quiet. All they can do is fish, drink, chat, sleep, enjoy the sea breeze and watch the sunset;

And, looking at the old man who once stood at the top of the empire, but could only stay in this small town all year round.

It is now late autumn in the city of Wilnis. Although the climate here is pleasant all year round, this year, the autumn wind also carries a bit of coolness. The long coastline is dotted with elegant yellow leaves, coupled with the blue sky and sea in the distance, it brings a sense of coolness. There is a little bit of desolation, and a sense of spaciousness that is different from the past. There is a mountain behind it, and the towering mountain top slightly touches the snow line, and the cold wind pours down.

In the cold wind, a thin man wearing a windbreaker slowly appeared outside the town.

His hair is a bit long. Judging from the quality of the hair, it can be felt that he usually doesn't care about his image. However, at this time, he still combed his hair neatly and took care of his frizzy beard. Walking like this, I walked slowly into the town, and walked along the coastline under everyone's vague gaze.

In fact, Sherlock had heard about this small town a long time ago and knew that it was a good place for recuperation, regardless of location, climate, lighting, and other factors.

It took a lot of thought to place the gods of an empire in such a place.

But no matter how good the environment is, as long as it is a god, it must have one characteristic, that is, the god will not move.

Of course, everyone knows that the god can move, can move, can move, and the entire empire cannot stop it, but please don't move, please, don't move.

For the whole empire will be grateful for your silence.

…

Walking through the streets of the town, breathing the fresh air between the mountains and the sea, Sherlock's eyes swept across a hut on the embankment by the sea.

The window faces the sea, and you feel the first ray of sunshine and the first sea breeze every day. It is an excellent location, and the room is not big, so it is just right for one person.

Sherlock just glanced at it and knew that the old man he wanted to see was there.

It has been a month since I returned to the Empire.

He always goes to see that person.

In fact, now that I think about it, there are only a few people at the top of the entire empire. The girl who treated the disease is already considered a close friend of mine; she helped the Pope escape from marriage, and Her Royal Highness is his landlord. As for the empire, The emperor himself killed one and installed another; he handled the case of Charles Darwin by himself, and he also contributed a lot to starting the human expedition.

Now that I think about it, I still think of myself as a small citizen in lower London. It is really a bit too artificial, and I have too little self-awareness.

He took a deep breath and walked towards the beach house.

The whole process was not as thrilling as imagined. I just walked up the embankment, walked up the steps, raised my arms, and knocked softly on the wooden door.

So, the door opened naturally.

The old man inside the door saw Sherlock and smiled. He was not surprised by his arrival. He just made a gesture of welcome to the most ordinary fisherman, just like an ordinary guest came to the house on an ordinary day. .

"I knew you were coming, but I didn't expect it to be so soon. I thought you had to put some thought into dealing with the vague relationship between you and that girl."

The old man's face always showed a kind, friendly and gratifying aunt's smile.

His eyes swept over the table, where there was a stack of newspapers. The huge title of "After the Hero Returns, Secret Affair with Miss Nightingale" made people know that it must have a hidden meaning, and the newspaper clearly stated It's just a third-rate tabloid on the street. Unexpectedly, Lord Dante also has this kind of hobby.

The old man in front of him still warms up a pot of tea as usual and pours a cup for the person sitting across the table.

Compared with when they met in the Blood Prison two years ago, Lord Dante looked a little thinner at this time. The ordinary linen clothes draped around him, coupled with the slight rickets in his sitting posture, made him look not tall at all. , even a little short.

But no one knew what kind of power this old man contained in his body.

Especially after Sherlock heard the rumors about Lord Dante on the other side of the world, he felt that this old man might be far more terrifying than he imagined.

Also, Lilith once said that Lord Dante had long endured the mutation of passing through the Gate of Hell, and that he had once devoured humans.

Lots and lots of humans.

Sherlock wanted to know whether this statement was true or not, but it was impossible for him to directly ask the old man in front of him. He just kept the matter in his mind for the time being and waited for his own investigation later.

"Since you are here, let me get straight to the point." The old man in front of him took a sip of scalding hot water and said quietly: "In the past thirty years, I have actually been looking for someone who can cross the gate of hell. Candidate.

My initial choice was that girl Nightingale, after all, she originally belonged there.

And then, I saw a very nice kid named Baskerville on the battlefield.

A few years ago, I paid attention to you again. Otherwise, I would not have been able to go to the blood prison to bring you out.

But I really didn't expect that you, the one I discovered in the end, would be the first person to cross that door. "

Sherlock listened very carefully, and then, maintaining an attitude of respect that he rarely showed in his life, he asked: "Do you have any needs for candidates who can pass through the gate of hell?"

"Resist mutation, or radiation." Master Dante said this word that should not appear in this world. Although Sherlock also understood the meaning of this word, he couldn't help feeling a little awkward.

"You should already know what the real source of demons is, right? In the process of passing through the gate of hell, the human body will undergo some extremely violent mutations.

This kind of mutation may be similar to the mutation in hell that has been in a state of radiation for a long time, but its intensity is thousands of times greater. Therefore, the body that takes decades to become distorted under the sunshine of that world will not be deformed during the short period of time when it passes through the cracks in time and space. Over time, we will become the devil we see.

Only those who can resist this mutation can pass through the time and space rift.

Nightingale has an incredible ability to heal herself. Her physical condition seems to have a preset health condition that will never change. No matter what kind of injuries her body suffers, she will always forcefully return to health.

The young man in Baskerville was born under direct radiation from the front line. He seemed to have an innate ability to resist radiation.

Finally, it's you.

The reason why you avoid radiation is very strange. I once shook hands with you in the blood prison. At that time, I sensed that the amount of radiation in your body was very large. It was so large that it should have affected your health long ago, and even To what extent.

But nothing happens to you.

So, you and the radiation seem to have found some weird state of melting into each other.

Please forgive me for not being able to explain it more clearly. You know, before I stepped through the gate of hell, I was just a crusader who only knew how to fight. "

Master Dante said that he could no longer explain, and of course Sherlock would not ask any more questions.

So, next, he asked a question that people all over the world have been wondering for more than thirty years, but still can't get the answer.

"So, back then you rushed into hell, killed the evil god, prevented the demon's second invasion, and saved mankind from despair.

But from beginning to end, you seem to have never said what the [Evil God] is. "

"Oh, you're asking this." Dante smiled and replied as usual: "The evil god is actually Nightingale."