Sherlock Holmes

Lestrade and Sherlock have known each other for a long time, so he dislikes Sherlock very much.

However, as an old-school police officer, he has a natural tendency towards 'just acts' in a broad sense. Although it is incredible, when Lestrade knew that Sherlock had gone to the frontline battlefield, he devoted himself to While fighting against demons and saving humanity, he felt that his old friend wasn't so bad.

And when he learned that Shylock had made an incomparable contribution to the start of the Great Crusade, he was heartily happy for him, even proud; after that, when Shylock fought for Nightingale When he fell into the gate of hell with his life, this old guy who had been in the official position of Scotland Yard for more than ten years actually began to feel sorry for the person he hated so much; a few months ago, when the other person unexpectedly rushed out At the Gate of Hell, the entire empire began to be excited for this hero. Director Lestrade was holding the Holy Journal that day, and when he saw the blurry photo on the headline, he excitedly gave up the tea cup in his hand. Fell.

He hasn't contacted Sherlock in the past few years. From a certain perspective, he and the detective with no professional ethics are no longer in the same world.

But when he learned that Sherlock was the murderer of the explosion, he still shook his head reflexively: "Mr. Mayor, please forgive me for not being able to do this. The [criminal] you are talking about and I have known each other before, and I admit it. This guy is indeed not a moral person, but I can guarantee that even if he kills people, he has his own set of principles. The people on this street have no interaction with him, so he has no reason to do this."

"." The mayor looked at Director Lestrade who was opposite the office, and his eyes swept coldly over his body that looked fat due to not exercising for many years: "You want to say, I shouldn't believe what happened at the crime scene now. Is it right that we listen to the current affairs reports from eyewitnesses and members of the Public Security Bureau and choose to believe your side of the story?”

Lestrade held his chubby hands tightly, and his knuckles turned white from the grip. After a while, he nodded and said, "Yes."

The mayor slammed the table hard, as if he was angry, but now he didn't want to waste time scolding the guy in front of him, so he suppressed his anger and told Lestrade to get out of his office.

If he doesn't do it, there are people who do it. The top priority now is to quickly complete the instructions issued by the superiors.

A car stopped at the entrance of an alley in the uptown area. Irene and his bodyguard got out of the car, then followed the alley and entered Irene's Bar.

Ever since the explosion, Irene had been silent. Godfrey also knew that his master must be in a very bad mood, so he wisely kept silent.

As soon as they entered the bar, a waiter ran over quickly and whispered something in Eileen's ear.

After hearing this, Erin was obviously startled, and then quickly ran to a cubicle.

Opening the door of the compartment, Sherlock was sitting inside, his face was gray and his clothes were in tatters. Next to him, sat Watson, who was still wearing a wedding dress, and Nightingale, who was wearing a bridesmaid's dress.

This was the first real meeting between Irene and Nightingale. As a woman, her eyes couldn't help but sweep across that beautiful and a little too beautiful face, and she was surprised that the other person was better than those in the portraits. The picture above was more beautiful, but in the end, the eyes returned to Sherlock.

Erin finally breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that he was okay.

"What happened?" she asked, closing the compartment door.

"The sniper detonated the bomb. Looking at his posture, he wanted to blame the incident on me. It was a very clumsy method." Sherlock commented: "However, now I care more about who is behind the incident. "

In the car before, Sherlock and Irene analyzed that the person who could engage in such a battle at this stage was most likely Franklin, but they could not find a reason for the other party to do so.

"I need an airship. I want to go to the ancient Roman city." Sherlock said.

When everyone in the room heard this, their expressions became solemn at the same time.

"Brother, it's enough to do this kind of thing once in your life. If you do it too often, it will make people think that you have such a perverted hobby." Watson said softly.

Sherlock glanced around the people in the room and looked a little depressed: "Don't you think that I am going to assassinate the emperor again?"

The others remained silent, acquiescing.

"Don't look at me with that look. I'm not addicted to killing the emperor." Sherlock spread his hands: "But there are some things that I must ask His Highness the Emperor face to face."

After Sherlock finished speaking, everyone's expressions really relaxed a lot. Watson pondered for a moment: "I asked Mrs. Hudson to accompany Jasmine. There was a lot of noise from the explosion just now, and she seemed to be frightened.

However, wouldn't it be inappropriate to ask her for an airship at this time? "

"It's really inappropriate. No matter who sent the sniper, he couldn't have bombed several streets for no reason. If I guess correctly, within 24 hours, I will be very blunt and responsible for this." The explosion was responsible. At this time, I am flying around in the Holy Virgin’s airship, which will cause a lot of trouble for Mrs. Hudson.”

"That will be difficult." Miss Nightingale muttered with some distress. Large aircraft such as airships must be produced by giant factories. Apart from the army, the Holy See and the imperial government, where else can one get one? Stand it out.

The next second.

"Godfrey!" Miss Irene whispered.

"Yes." Godfrey opened the door of the private room a little and responded.

By the way, this private room is soundproofed. How did this guy hear it?

Forget it, let’s put this question aside for now, because Erin directly said something that was a bit hard to accept: “An airship will be sent over within half an hour.”

"yes!"

After saying that, Godfrey closed the door and left, leaving only a box of people looking at each other.

a few seconds passed

"Uh," Sherlock said in a long voice, "You mean, you have an airship?"

"No." Erin said, "I have 13."

"." The room became even quieter. Sherlock had spent some time in the century after 800 years. He could understand the matter of rich people buying airplanes, but at this social level, it was difficult for him to imagine such things as airships. Things can actually be privatized.

"Don't worry, there are some airship docking stations around the ancient Roman city of France that were established with my sponsorship. There will be no problem in taking off and landing." Irene seemed to have noticed the concerns in everyone's hearts and explained as if nothing happened.

Half an hour later, an unmarked airship parked on a tarmac on the outskirts of London.

Sherlock walked up and sat alone in the overly luxurious cabin. He felt that he did not have this kind of momentum when he took Moriarty's exclusive Pope airship before.

In fact, Watson and Nightingale also wanted to go with him, but they were stopped. Before they understood the situation, it was more convenient for him to move alone.

Just like that, the airship quickly took off and disappeared above the clouds.

At 2:30 that afternoon, London's radio station released a statement. Just as everyone had speculated, the head of the London Public Security Bureau stood up and personally explained to the citizens of the empire what happened to the explosion in the uptown area. Why did it arise?

Although the initiator was not directly identified, the explosion was intentionally linked to Sherlock Holmes.

Of course, this sudden allusion did not arouse much anger among the public. Most people were a little confused and did not believe that the recently highly regarded Mr. Sherlock would be related to a tragic explosion.

The London radio station did not continue to explain, but turned its attention to the number of casualties.

Those dead believers, damaged buildings, and innocent children, a series of numbers constantly stimulated the minds of all listeners. In the end, there was only one sentence left on the radio: "We will do our best to investigate the real culprit. The criminal must Brought to justice'. This speech about the explosion is over.

Two days later, news about the explosion in Uptown London spread like wildfire across the empire, but the official investigation seemed to have stalled, without any progress.

At an airship docking site 5 kilometers outside the ancient Roman city of France, an unmarked airship landed slowly. No one came to pick it up, and there was no staff even to direct the docking location. The big airship landed alone. A flat, empty field.

The cabin door opened, and Sherlock faced the cool autumn wind, stepped off the airship, and disappeared into the gradually gloomy night.

The ancient Roman city of France is extremely quiet late at night. There is no tourism here, and there is no industry or any industry. Except for the two visits a year, the entire city is a dense, constantly operating state machine, cold and impersonal. , but it very subtly coordinates the development of all areas of the entire empire.

One day three years ago, the political center of the empire suffered an assassination that took 13 minutes but was extremely brutal. Although the news was strictly blocked, the security level of the entire city was raised several times after that. Level, those renovated buildings and corners of the city that usually don't get much attention are now filled with surveillance teams. The ammunition storage in the city has also been doubled several times. A third-level large building has even been built on the edge of the outer city. The devil's storeroom to protect against emergencies.

Of course, these defensive measures are not a threat to Sherlock. Now that he has become one of the most powerful contractors in the entire empire, ordinary weapons have no effect on him.

Moreover, he just wanted to come to Franklin today to solve the doubts in his heart, not to kill people or cause destruction.

In the cold wind, he walked on the somewhat windy ancient streets, looking at the empty intersection in front of him, he always felt that something was wrong.

The ancient Roman city of France was a little too quiet tonight. There seemed to be very few patrolling soldiers. For example, at the intersection ahead, Sherlock clearly remembered that this was a very important road and should be guarded by many people. , but it seemed that except for a few sporadic patrols passing by just now, there weren't any extra troops.

Sherlock once again tried to awaken his thinking palace in his mind, but for some reason, there was still no response. The last communication he had with the other party was still in the Temple of Holy Light, this weird phrase in [World No. 12] superior.

In this case, he no longer hesitated and walked straight towards the center of power of the empire, the current emperor's residence.

Along the way, he met many soldiers face to face, and without any obstruction, he came to the door of the mansion openly.

The tall old butler was already standing here, as if he had been waiting for a long time.

"Mr. Sherlock." The old butler bowed to him with great respect: "The master asked me to wait for you here."

"He knew I was coming?" Sherlock asked.

"Yes, but I don't know the specific time. He is handling government affairs this afternoon. Please come with me."

In this way, Sherlock was taken to a reception room by the old butler, who made him a pot of tea and said that Mr. Franklin would come to see you immediately after handling the government affairs.

Sherlock nodded and didn't ask any more questions.

I took a sip of the slightly hot tea to dispel some of the chill along the way.

Recalling Franklin, he still did not believe that this person would deal with him. He was a somewhat sinister political novice and a mature scientific researcher with an extremely persistent mentality. After the death of Emperor Augustine, he was able to use his own power to Integrating the disintegrated imperial political arena and bringing the empire into a completely new stage in just two or three years.

No matter from any angle, this person is an outstanding person who puts the overall interests of society first. Irene and Moriarty can definitely see this, so they recommended him as a new generation. emperor.

Then, he had no reason to kill himself. After all, he had not done anything to betray humanity, and discrediting himself at this juncture would not be of any benefit to the good situation of the empire.

This is an inference that does not require much intelligence to come up with.

Just a few minutes passed

A series of footsteps sounded from outside the living room, and as the door was pushed open, Sherlock met Mr. Franklin again.

The exhaustion from the day made the emperor look older than during the day, even older than when I saw him a month ago. The edge of the hairline, which was already very far back, was just this short. In just a few days, there seemed to be a lot of gray hair.

He walked in and met Sherlock's eyes. At this moment, Franklin said nothing, and an extremely complicated emotion flashed through his eyes.

He just walked over and stood in front of Sherlock, but did not sit down.

"." Sherlock frowned, because he found that the other party seemed to be waiting for something.

At the same time, there was another sound of footsteps outside the door of the reception room, very light and very slow.

Then, with some surprise and confusion, Sherlock saw Lord Dante walking in.