Sherlock Holmes

Since a long time ago, the chief judge of the trial court has noticed Shylock and has continued to learn about him from his favorite disciple. After the wanted order No. 221B was issued, he even formed the most powerful people in various industries in the empire. The Elites came to study Shylock, trying to see through him, find him, and kill him.

But the absurd thing is that he has never met Sherlock.

Likewise, Sherlock has never seen him.

At this moment, on this speeding train, two people with opposite meanings and whose lives were intertwined finally saw each other's face.

The old judge put down the document in his hand, looked at the younger generation in front of him calmly, and waited for a few seconds.

No guards rushed in, and no alarm sounded. It seemed that all the security personnel in the carriage had been killed.

"You're coming to kill me."

Your Honor said, this is not a question, but the simplest statement.

Sherlock smiled, very happily. It is difficult for people who have never had blood on their hands to experience this kind of happiness. You want to kill someone, and when you sit face to face with this person, the other person also happens to know what you want. Killing him, this kind of communication between each other's hearts, but about to be separated by life and death, is the most charming.

"Of course I'm here to kill you." Sherlock smiled and said, "Do you have any last words?"

The judge raised his head slightly and looked at the person in front of him in a condescending manner: "I have nothing to say to an extremely vicious person. I just hope you understand that your killing is sinful and a kind of evil." Crazy self-venting!"

"." Sherlock clicked his tongue at this sentence, and then nodded with satisfaction: "Indeed, this is a kind of venting, and I feel quite happy killing these days."

"As expected, he is a madman, full of sins, but he still feels happy."

Your Honor still has that condescending attitude, which is actually true. As a defender of the empire's laws, he is accustomed to showing extreme contempt when looking at a criminal.

Sherlock lit up a cigarette. He didn't seem to be eager to kill the other person, but like the villains in those third-rate stories, he suddenly started talking more.

Villains often die from talking too much.

The villains are not stupid, of course they all know that talking too much will lead to a lot of uncertainty, but almost all the villains want to beep a few more words in the final stage.

This is not a plot requirement, but after many years of strategizing, or suppressed for a long time, or when venting reaches a climax, it is always necessary to extend the time a little, not for any other reason, but because it is very refreshing and comfortable.

This comfort is so fascinating that most people are willing to take the risk and say a few more words.

Shylock is exactly the kind of person who follows his inner emotions the most and is absolutely self-sufficient. Of course, he is not exempt from vulgarity.

"Sin?" He smiled: "There should be no shortage of clauses in the laws of the past and present that require murder to pay for life. If you want to kill me, I will naturally kill you back. What does this have to do with sin?"

"Killing depends on who you are killing. Killing a criminal is the obligation of all judicial officers."

"Look, you have labeled me a criminal again. Although I have never denied this, please think carefully about why you want to define me as a criminal."

"Because you murdered the Emperor, don't try to deny that!"

"Hahaha——" Sherlock shook his head and laughed awkwardly: "My respected Lord Chancellor, have you made a mistake? You are the ones who have always denied that I assassinated the Emperor. "

"." The old man in front of him frowned. Although he still raised his head slightly, he did not immediately take over what the other person said.

"Four years ago, after I stabbed Emperor Augustine to death with a tree branch, who concealed the news of the emperor's death? And who suppressed everything I did that night and concealed it until today?

That night I was escorted directly to the Blood Prison and stayed at the bottom for several months. I knew that I had committed a crime and I was punished. During this period, I was wondering whether I should break free from the shackles, whether I should escape from prison, whether I should The entire bloody prison was overturned, but! I have never complained, let alone complained. "

"Concealing the emperor's death is for the stability of the empire and the stability and prosperity of the human race. It is not to conceal your sins."

"Look, you are either an old fool or you have memorized too many imperial codes, and you are beginning to contradict yourself when you speak." Sherlock took a deep breath of cigarette, feeling that today's blues were a little more refreshing than usual: "The reason for hiding the truth is The stability of the empire is for the future of mankind. Doesn’t that mean I killed Emperor Augustine?

Although my original intention was to dislike him, the empire after his death was so beautiful. The problems that had troubled mankind for centuries were solved one after another, and even the expedition to the Gate of Hell was launched.

You have repeatedly emphasized before that the law is for the stability of society, so I start and end with stabilizing society. I am simply carrying human society on my back and rushing towards a new era.

Why am I called a criminal like this? "

The old man in front of him frowned slightly. As the highest law enforcer of the Tribunal, he suddenly realized that he had not experienced such a face-to-face confrontation for decades. After all, his position no longer required any During the confrontation, he vaguely felt that what the other party said was wrong, but he was unable to make an effective refutation for the moment.

"Why, are you stuck logically?" Sherlock shrugged for the other party.

"Logic is just a judgment on how things work. Some powerful lawyers can even use logic to confuse right and wrong, but logic cannot hide the facts. What you are doing now is subverting the stability of the empire!"

Sherlock really couldn't argue with this, because he had spent the past few months trying to make everything even more chaotic.

"Yes, I admit that, and I am very satisfied with everything I have done." He seemed to be praised: "Then the question comes back, why did you arrest me?"

At this moment, a voice suddenly appeared in his mind.

[I said, I didn’t mean to disturb you, but this old guy seems to have expected you to come back to him. He used himself as a bait. Now there is a group of troops waiting for you on the path of the train. . 】

Sherlock heard this message clearly, but ignored the crimson warning in his mind and continued to ask: "Don't say it was for the stability of the empire, because when you arrested me, I was still a hero of the empire. .”

"Oh, a hero of the empire?" The old judge smiled: "How can an uncontrolled lunatic be a hero of the empire? I still admire Lord Dante's decision-making. He resolutely chose his most promising successor. You put on shackles and cut off all your past efforts. Now it seems that if you really become a hero, the empire can't even imagine what it will be like!"

"I didn't expect to be a hero."

"That doesn't matter. You have the ability to subvert the stability of the empire."

"Lord Dante also has one."

"Shut up!" The judge sternly said: "Master Dante understands his responsibility. He knows that he is protecting the entire human race, and he is willing to give up everything for this responsibility!"

"Hahahahaha!" Sherlock smiled happily: "So, if I don't want to, I should die?"

[Sorry, but I have to inform you that in two minutes, you will enter the pursuit range of that wave of troops. The guy named Baskerville is inside, and the person in charge of commanding the encirclement and suppression is Major General Ulysses. 】

Sherlock still ignored Crimson's warning. For him, some things must be said clearly, otherwise he would not be happy enough.

"A time bomb that can threaten the stability of the empire, everyone has the obligation to destroy it." The old man said sternly.

"Stop taking responsibility for everything. I have given you too many opportunities. I never wanted to subvert the empire. I just wanted to open a business and live a leisurely life.

It was you who forcibly gave me the title of hero.

He also forcibly molded me into a god.

He forcefully wanted me to stay at the seaside of that small town for the rest of my life, leaving me with the responsibility of protecting humanity.

No one ever asked me for my opinion, and when you found out I didn't want to do it, you made me a criminal.

You informed the public of all this first and made me wanted throughout the empire.

And it was you who announced the news about my assassination of the Emperor that you had been hiding.

And the reason for all this is just because I didn't listen to you.

Because you discovered it!

You can't control me, right? ! "

Sherlock spoke very quickly, but after he finished speaking, he felt more relaxed.

The old man in front of him took a deep breath of the air in the carriage. He seemed to be a little nervous and a little excited.

Indeed, he had long expected that Sherlock would come back to find him. He could predict the criminal's actions more accurately than professors who studied psychology all day long. What he had to do was to catch the criminal before he entered the pursuit range. Leave it on this train.

Now, the train has entered the encirclement little by little. Under the armed forces led by Major General Ulysses, and with the most powerful contractor of the frontline military, Officer Baskerville, a man who has shielded the Holy Light shines. In this area, Shylock will definitely die without a burial place.

"I am a staunch defender of imperial law!" The old judge straightened his chest, because the train was getting closer to Sherlock's grave.

"And the reason for all this is just because I didn't listen to you, because you found out, you can't control me, right?"

Sherlock happily asked the same question again.

"In order to maintain the stability of the empire, I am willing to sacrifice everything, including my life!" The old judge suddenly became bright and cheerful.

He looked at Sherlock, that arrogant look appeared on his face again, and there was also a touch of victory: "Mr. Sherlock, you have entered my trap. Have you seen the wilderness outside the window? In your sight In the inaccessible place, the huge military encirclement has shrunk towards this side, and the holy light in the entire area has been temporarily wiped out.

you!

It’s over! "

When Sherlock listened to the old judge's words, he didn't look surprised at all. Instead, he smiled even more wantonly for no reason: "So, you tried to kill me, kill the innocent citizens on the street, execute Miss Jasmine, and even use the frontline army's troops to kill me." The reason is because you can’t control me. Haha, right! Right?!”

"right!"

Finally, the old man in front of him said righteously: "Human society cannot have an individual that cannot be controlled, and the government cannot have a person that cannot be controlled. Any existence must survive under an established social model.

If someone tries to escape from this model and ignore this system, then he is an existence that is not tolerated by society and groups.

It's the devil!

The demons must be judged! ! "

The judge's voice was extremely inspiring. He was the supreme judge of the Tribunal, and he was also an extremely devout believer in the Holy Light.

But when he discovered that the Holy Light favored a single individual, he was the first person to try to convince the old envoy that the Holy Light had been contaminated.

He is a fanatical believer, but from this point of view, your Honor does not actually believe in the Holy Light, but the human race.

The most fanatical socialist believer who devotes his own safety, life experience and blood, and all his beliefs to the stability of human society.

Of course, he cannot allow a person who is beyond all constraints and controls to exist above the rules of society.

Evil! Must die!

In fact, I have to say that from the perspective of social stability, your honor's principles are undoubtedly correct.

But Sherlock didn't care about this. When he heard the old judge himself say that [Yes! ] the moment of pronunciation. Taking a deep breath, let the cold touch permeate the whole body, extremely transparent!

right!

He finally heard the words he wanted to hear. After killing so many people for so long, this was what he actually wanted to hear.

You want me to be obedient, but if I don't, you want to kill me? ----right!

Ha ha!

"Thanks!"

Sherlock smiled extremely happily. He sincerely nodded and thanked the Lord Judge in front of him, and then raised his gun.

There was a sound of "Bang!" and Sherlock felt quite happy as he watched the old man's head being blown into pieces of flesh flying all over the sky, stuck on the wall, on the glass, and on his clothes.

Brilliant like a flower.