Sherlock Holmes

Sherlock fell from the well.

He fell into the drainage channel, and then drifted little by little in the underground pipes along with the current. The severe pain in his head made him constantly wander between coma and wakefulness. The blood was still flowing, sticking to his clothes, making him wet. Slippery, like scratching against the birth canal during childbirth.

It is impossible to have sensor lights here like the underground canals 800 years later, so everything is dark and quiet. A solitary person floats quietly, and some rats that have long adapted to the darkness run past the edge of the canal. Maybe they are Because they always see corpses in the sewers, their little heads directly believe that these floating meats themselves are immobile and are food given to them by God, so they happily run along until they hit a corner. Dao stopped, then pounced on it, just about to tear open the soft meat on his belly and feast on it.

However, just as the long and slender teeth came into contact with the clothes of the floating corpse, a hand suddenly grabbed the mouse's body, and then crushed it with a bang, and the sticky plasma covered his hand.

Sherlock opened his eyes with difficulty. The horrific injuries and the soaking in cold water made the muscles all over his body tremble. He got up and wanted to mobilize his mind to look at the map of the sewer pipes, but the severe pain in his head made him unable to stop. It was a little difficult to think, so he could only hold on to the cold wall and explore forward little by little.

It's ridiculous and weird. It's hard for anyone to imagine that just a few hours ago, this man was the hero of mankind in the future. He could even replace the Holy Light and become the highest god in the eyes of mankind.

But now, he was walking miserably in the sewers of the city, covered in blood. The road ahead was dark, in a physical sense.

Walking, walking, I don’t know how long it took, maybe it was already dawn outside, the shrapnel on Sherlock’s body fell on the stone slab as his muscles recovered, making a tinkling sound. He didn’t care if someone followed it. These traces found him, because he knew that at this moment, everyone in the entire empire should be paying attention to him.

Shylock escapes.

No one wants to see this outcome, but it does happen.

What he did seemed to tell the world clearly, and also told Lord Dante by the way. He is a person who will not compromise, even if the reason for compromise is human beings, the future, the ethnic group, or some mess is more important. , more flavorful reasons.

To no avail.

As a guy who engaged in philosophy and mathematics said before the Holy Calendar, "I think, therefore I am." This sentence may be taken out of context, but only when human beings have independent thinking can they experience the world.

Humanity itself should always come first.

So, Shylock ran away. He gave up his glory, status, respect, and everything else. He gave up Lord Dante's expectations and trust for him. He left behind the words "Fuck you, I won't like it" and then disappeared into the empire. In the night of the capital.

No one knows how many years Lord Dante had aged that night. When the old man looked at the blood and mess all over the street from a distance, the contractors who were foaming at the mouth and not knowing whether to live or die, and the corpses of the demons that were torn apart on the ground. , what a heavy blow his mood suffered.

He may have never felt this kind of sadness and heartache when he braved hell.

Whatever. In short, what he was most worried about happened.

A person who has enough power to lead the human group shows a refusal to obey and an uncompromising mentality, then this hero will become the most unstable factor in the entire world.

Lord Dante is a firm, conservative person who knows how to take precautions, otherwise he would not have smashed the embryo that is the greatest threat to mankind before leaving hell; even if he took Nightingale with him Even after returning to this world, it still filled her tightly for decades.

Oh, by the way, if Master Dante knew that Sherlock was the baby he once tried to kill, I believe his mood would be more complicated that night.

But that doesn't matter anymore.

Because just in the early morning of another day, people throughout the empire once again paid attention to the name [Sherlock Holmes], which was even more shocking than when he returned from hell.

"The murderer of the emperor is on the run, and the criminal is wanted throughout the empire——Sherlock Holmes"

The empire's news claims to the outside world that it is freedom of speech and freedom of reporting. Although this rhetoric is extremely deceptive, most of the time, the journalism industry does a good job on the surface.

Reporters from major newspapers have extremely keen perceptive abilities. They seem to be naturally able to capture the small details that people care about most. At the same time, they also know very well what can and cannot be asked at different times.

Suddenly, a shocking assassination of the then-Emperor in the capital of the Empire a few years ago finally appeared before the eyes of the entire Empire. But it was the most critical period for the empire. For internal stability, for strategic innovation on the battlefield, for the replacement of new energy sources, for the beginning of the Great Expedition era, and for various reasons, the new emperor suppressed this appalling news with tenacity. The incident gave the empire three years to recuperate!

This is the vision and decision-making that a human leader should have.

At this moment, there is no need to hide this incident anymore. The cruel face of the criminal has finally been revealed, but many people cannot accept it. This is the most vicious and appalling crime in the history of the world, trying to subvert the stability of human society. The person who tried to destroy the beautiful future of mankind turned out to be that man!

People couldn't believe this fact, so people throughout the empire began to panic, bewildered, dizzy, impulsive, and hysterical. They pulled their hair and looked at the newspapers in front of them, listened to the broadcast on the radio, looked at the blue-white sky, and pinched their hands. The flesh in his thigh told him that this was not a dream.

Some people even rushed to government buildings in various cities. People in the church looked at the monks in front of them, trying to let the Holy Light shine down, saying that all this was a lie.

However, a photo made people have no choice but to believe this fact. Transportation was affected by this incident. Ships at the port were blocked, factories were forced to shut down, and people rushed to the streets to vent their confusion and confusion. Holy Journal After publishing such a headline, the newspaper announced for the first time that the next issue would be suspended.

However, these phenomena cannot stop more and more Sherlock's past behavior from being exposed.

Murder, violent law enforcement, illegal imprisonment, anti-humanity, anti-government, murder of religious personnel, government officials, frontline soldiers, and even servants of God!

Again, human beings are blindly obedient. If they are bombarded by huge information based on the entire empire, the minds of citizens will be so fragile. After all, human beings succumb to the group, even aesthetics, culture, and cognition. What is right or wrong needs to be determined according to the consciousness of the entire group.

Not to mention that Sherlock is indeed an outlaw himself.

Therefore, the image of a hero that took several years and a narrow escape was transformed into a heinous, sinister and cunning image in just over a week.

Two days later, the empire officially issued an arrest warrant for Sherlock Holmes. Anyone who provides the whereabouts of the murderer and cooperates with the arrest will receive an astonishing reward.

This arrest warrant plunged the empire into an extremely delicate atmosphere.

It’s still the night in London, it’s still the same alley, it’s still the inconspicuous little pub door.

The owner of Eileen's Bar, Miss Eileen Adler, has not left London since Watson's last wedding, and all external business has been suspended. However, she is not busy, she just sits in the pub's box every day, Drinking wine, not eating, and being silent, as if he had endless things on his mind, the bodyguard named Godfrey always stood at the door of the box, standing calmly, day after day, not knowing where he would end up. when.

But in fact, he knew that the young lady was waiting for someone. After all, that guy didn't have many friends in the empire. Due to identity issues, most people were not easy to contact. It seemed that only the young lady was a pure businessman without any influence. Those who support him are the ones he can contact with peace of mind.

I just don’t know where that guy is now, or whether he has been caught. That is a crime of trying to subvert human society, but he is wanted throughout the empire. No matter how powerful a person is, can he really do it? Can you survive in this environment?

Just thought of this

"long time no see."

A voice came from behind Godfrey.

He was suddenly startled, because since he was 15 years old, he seemed to have never seen anyone who could appear behind him silently, so he quickly turned around and saw a man wearing a shabby windbreaker with the brim of his hat pressed down. A very tall man stood behind him.

The man raised his face slightly, and Godfrey saw a pale face and tired eyes.

Sherlock smiled weakly:

"Is she here?"

Godfrey's heart began to beat faster. It was difficult for him to imagine what the guy in front of him had gone through during this time, but he still nodded: "Miss is inside, he has been waiting for you."

Sherlock seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, as if as long as Irene was there, he would have a place to stay. Just as he relaxed, a deadly hunger emerged ferociously.

"Get me something to eat. I haven't eaten in five days."