Sherlock Holmes

The conversation between Sherlock and the Justice of the Inquisition was actually not very long. Counting the time of silence, the back and forth lasted only three to five minutes.

But this little time is enough. After all, the content of the speech is very naked, and the person speaking is also high enough.

The Holy Journal is, after all, a news organization with both the government and the Holy See. The security team under the newspaper is actually equipped with weapons and almost all of them are soldiers who have been trained on the front line. The response was quick enough. After hearing the news on the radio After the content was a little off, the group of security personnel immediately gathered together and headed towards the communication center on the top floor. However, they were so desperate that all the elevators malfunctioned at this juncture, and the group could only carry their own weapons. He and his body armor, he climbed up the 18th floor with a heavy load, and then arrived at the door of the broadcasting station. He didn't even have time to take a breath, and he hurriedly opened the door of the broadcasting room.

But there was no one inside except for an announcer with his hands raised in the air and a frightened look on his face.

Meanwhile, Scotland Yard received three calls to police.

The calls came from three record-engraving plants on the outskirts of the city.

Although radio is now nearly universal, vinyl records have been with the people of the Empire for so many years and are one of the few popular entertainment devices. Therefore, record engraving factories are still an industry with good income.

The people on the call to the police seemed to have experienced something extremely terrifying, and they seemed to be extremely frightened.

"Speak slowly, speak slowly! I don't understand!"

During the call to the police, the operator tried hard to comfort the person on the other end of the phone. If it weren't for the fact that the contents of the three police calls were similar, and indeed they were all numbers from the engraving factory, the operator would have suspected that someone was playing a prank.

Because the person who reported the crime seemed to repeatedly emphasize that the record cutting machine in the factory had been stolen.

This is really hard to understand. A marking machine weighs several tons. How can this thing be stolen?

What makes people feel even more ridiculous is that the person on the other side of the phone said that a void crack suddenly appeared in the factory, and a large tentacle protruded from it, and the engraving machine was swept away.

"???"

As they talked, several operators frowned, tilted their heads, and tried hard to imagine the scene at that time.

"You mean, a demon stole your engraving machine?"

"Yes!!! No, it's not stealing, it's robbing in front of me!!"

"But. Yes."

Well, I guess it would be easier for people to understand the boss of the manufacturer when he said that a demon came out to eat your employees. Anyway, the operator was mumbling for a long time and didn't know how to answer the call.

Of course they don't know that at this moment, in a huge abandoned ruins of a steam compressor on the outskirts of London, Sherlock is sitting leisurely on his red patent leather chair, surrounded by people from all over the world. The cables dug out of the ground are connected to more than a dozen huge vinyl record recording machines. The machines are roaring at this time, and countless vinyl discs are being produced.

Ms. Milhouse, the president of the Holy Journal, was looking pale at this time, looking at the man in front of her. He was sitting in the sunset, and the little sunlight weaved his shadow together with the shadow of the huge machine. And that patent leather red chair in the open air seemed so out of place.

"Have you ever thought about the impact that three-minute conversation between you and the Chancellor of the Inquisition would have on the empire?" Milhouse's voice trembled. In fact, she had already been mentally prepared for Sherlock to be like this. A vicious criminal begins to take revenge on society, so he will definitely not just make small troubles.

But she never expected that this guy would make such a big deal when he first came up. As an industry elite who has been in the journalism industry for half her life, she is very aware of the dire consequences this will have, and looking at the machines that are constantly working around her, she knows that this is not over yet.

Then she looked at the giant airship parked on the wasteland not far away. Well, Ms. Morehouse couldn't understand at all. She couldn't understand why an airship that was supposed to be sailing in the sky appeared on the ground. How on earth did so many huge engraving machines get moved here?

Whatever. Anyway, everything has happened.

Just like a kite in a strong wind, once the string is broken, it cannot be pulled back.

"Of course I've thought about it, I've thought it over carefully." Sherlock lazily leaned on the outdoor sofa chair, and a corrosion dog ran over from behind the machine, holding a freshly carved vinyl record in his mouth and handing it to Sherlock.

After Sherlock took the record, he placed it on an old-fashioned record player next to his seat and turned on the button. There was a not-too-annoying rustling sound, and then a recording started playing.

Ms. Milhouse couldn't help clenching her hands because she knew exactly what this recording meant. She had been unable to sleep because of this recording for a long time in the past.

Because what was recorded there was the detailed story of the murder of Augustine the Great.

"So, why do you want to make so many copies?"

"You're not stupid, you should have figured it out, right." Sherlock smiled, humming a slightly off-key tune.

It was as if the days of being wanted were more comfortable for him.

A dog's repression may lead to the dog jumping over the wall. A person's repression may lead to hatred of society. No one can say clearly what the repression of an entire class of people will lead to. In short, it will not be a good thing.

Anyway, just 48 hours after that short news broadcast, a spontaneous and united march across the entire empire began suddenly.

No one organized or planned, just like what was said on the radio, people did not have any lofty goals or long-term dreams, and they did not focus on the future and development of the entire ethnic group.

They simply felt very unhappy, so they walked angrily to the street. They happened to see their neighbors next door or workers from the factory next to them also looking unhappy, so they came together, and then gradually formed into groups. The flow of people is dense enough to block traffic.

Moriarty once said that the most terrifying force in this empire is the people at the bottom, but these people are really confused. They have not received any high-end education, and life only teaches them to work, eat, and live with themselves in rented houses. Things like wives making babies.

Nowadays, there is no situation that can unite these people, but it is not difficult to imagine that if one day this force begins to gather, it will truly shake the foundation of the empire.

Oh, that’s not quite right, because they themselves are the foundation.

This passage comes from when Moriarty first met Sherlock in the British Museum. At that time, he certainly could not have imagined that one day Sherlock would really condense this power, but the adhesive he used It is anger. In various parishes and cities, under the blue sky and white sun of late autumn, people are leaning on each other shoulder to shoulder, white mist is spitting out of their mouths, red teeth and white teeth are appearing and disappearing in the white mist.

Because of the war against demons, the empire has actually been popularizing the spirit of risk for centuries. The word glory has penetrated into almost every field and class.

But

"When someone tells you that you have to pay any price for something, then nine times out of ten, you will be that price."

Saying this at this time makes me feel particularly happy.

Of course, people know that they are unlikely to know the truth of most things. Of course, people know that they can live their current life thanks to the empire. Of course, people know that for the stability of the entire empire, a few lives are nothing.

These principles are not difficult to understand, but this layer of window paper cannot be pierced.

Now that it has been exposed, what will result is this massive demonstration.

From the tens of millions of workers in the major industrial zones across the empire, the students who are in the most jealous stage of their lives, the veterans who have returned from serious injuries on the battlefield, and some who have prayed under the Holy Light for a lifetime, Suddenly realizing that they and even their families and children were all insignificant women, they took to the streets cursing.

On the first day, people just shouted without rhythm.

The next day, homemade signs began to appear in people's hands.

On the third day, people had a unified slogan.

I’m not sure about other places, but in a city like London built with centuries of heavy industry, the strike rate suddenly rose to 40%, directly causing huge losses to the entire empire’s economy.

The power of the masses is so terrifying, so terrifying that it can affect the tendency of media reports and the judgment of people around them. People who originally thought Shylock was being persecuted also joined the team, crying and shouting at the top of their lungs. Some even Not knowing what he wanted to express, he squeezed into the crowd and shouted along.

Blind, absurd, and at the same time, sad.

At this moment, those solid media outlets that were still firmly in the hands of the empire finally stood up against the pressure. They also used Shylock as a breakthrough. The details of the assassination that occurred in the ancient Roman city of France a few years ago were revealed. After being nakedly announced, at this time, Sherlock was no longer just a murderer, but a hysterical and anti-human super lunatic who became hysterical under the wanted order and began to crazily retaliate against society.

Emperor Augustine was the greatest emperor in holy history. He led mankind through the most difficult years. Such a man died in a murder. This is a tragedy of history and a tragedy of mankind.

Well, the old man who sat on the throne of the empire for more than 60 years has established an extremely glorious image in the growth of two or even three generations, and his death can indeed arouse the proof of most imperial citizens.

But

Just when the murders of that year were publicized and the accusations against the murderers reached a peak, the people in the parade began to waver, and the anger in their hearts was once again shrouded in racial sentiments.

Suddenly, something fell.

It’s not the cold rain in late autumn, it’s not the early snow, it’s not the sunshine that has illuminated this planet for hundreds of millions of years.

It's a small, printed disc.

Facing the dense crowd of marchers, it landed on a worker's head with a squeak, and then fell to the ground.

One or two, ten or hundreds, thousands or thousands.

It was so dark that it looked like a flying butterfly, being supported by the airflow in mid-air, or spinning, and drifting down to the street.

Some small demons appeared in the streets, carrying large bags behind them. A big hole was poked in the back of the bag, and countless discs were scattered all over the street.

Some tentacles appeared out of thin air. They got into people's homes from chimneys and threw black films on the tables. Several discs would fall out of the mailboxes of each house as soon as they were opened.

People were confused, government officials were confused, soldiers maintaining law and order were confused, and people who took advantage of the chaos and rushed into grocery stores to grab things were all confused.

A security guard with a strong receptive ability picked up the disc, hurried to the logistics team's cabin, dug out a gramophone in the corner, and put the disc in.

This does not require much wisdom, after all, the disc can only be placed in the gramophone.

Then

[Hello everyone, I am Sherlock Holmes, a wanted criminal]

Such an opening is enough to attract anyone who has turned on the gramophone. Therefore, the whole story of the 'London airship crash' that has been sealed for four years is exposed to the blue sky for the first time, a criminal case against the greatest emperor of the empire. The investigation records were finally stripped and wiped clean, and were presented to everyone like a naked bride on her wedding night.

Not through the media, not through the radio, not through newspapers, but across all channels, directly hitting people in the head.

The security soldier listened to the sound from the gramophone, his mouth slightly opened, and his mind was buzzing. He didn't know how long it took before he finally realized what had happened. He screamed and pulled off the phone. The phone on the wall will report to the leader.

In fact, there was no need to report, because his leader had also turned on a gramophone.

Throughout the empire, countless people have turned on their phonographs.

For the parades in the past, these few hours were definitely quiet. People were holding the discs in their hands and frowning. Some were closer to home and planned to go home to listen to what was inside, and some simply left. Entered the video store on the street.

The chants at the demonstrations were much quieter.

But those roars turned into silent tremors in the body.

At this moment, no one knows what will happen next.

In fact, Sherlock didn't know either.

On the outskirts of the city, next to abandoned railways, at the edge of some power supply pipelines, or even directly in the glue printing factories in some parishes, a patent leather red sofa chair will appear from time to time, and countless printing machines are working day and night. While working, they were cold and emotionless, but just like "click, click" repeating the engraving action of the previous second, pushing the empire into a future that no one could predict.