Sherlock Holmes

Crossing the Gates of Hell Again

This kind of request sounds like a joke. Is the door to hell the bedroom door of the aristocratic lady's house whose husband is dead, and you can enter as soon as you ask?

Sherlock knew that he was unpopular. He was disliked by the guards of Scotland Yard at first. Later, the deacon of the Adjudication Department wanted to kill him. The Pope led his followers all over London to hunt him down. Later, he was even killed by the Emperor. In response, he finally calmed down for a few days, and then let the demon swarms on the front line chase him away. 800 years later, planes and artillery attacked him, and he returned to the empire after a narrow escape and became a wanted criminal again.

Although these guys who appealed were killed, eliminated, and subdued by him, they were so angry that they lay on the bed crying in the middle of the night, and even the power of the government army could not keep him.

But this does not mean that Sherlock has adapted to this kind of life.

The feeling of being hunted by the whole world is similar to that of sleeping in the bed of a beautiful young woman. It is fresh and exciting once or twice, but after repeated experiences over and over again, it will eventually become a bit boring.

Looking at Sherlock's resentful expression, Moriarty smiled as he had known this before.

The two people once had very different statuses, different experiences, different education, state of mind, perspective on things, attitude towards the world, etc., but they somehow got along very well.

Moriarty knew what Sherlock wanted and what he was pursuing.

So, he spread his hands and said with a smile.

This room is not spacious or gorgeous, but it is remote and quiet enough that no one can hear the conversation between the two people in the room, except the maid Moran.

She is a third-level great contractor, and she is standing at the door of the room. Her hearing that is beyond ordinary people makes it impossible for her to ignore the earth-shattering conversations on the other side of the wall.

She clenched her hands tightly, leaving several deep finger marks on her palms. As a maid, her body and mind belonged to her master. Everything about her, including life and soul, belonged to her. Her master.

But at this moment, after she heard the sound coming from the room, she really wished that she had not been guarding the door just now.

Oh my god, why were those two people in the room talking about such horrible things? !

What do they want to do? Does their master want to subvert the world?

In just a few minutes, she heard the crazy plan in the room that made everyone shiver.

"a ha ha ha----"

"Hahaha----"

Several bursts of laughter came out, and Moran felt himself starting to sweat. His rationality told him to rush in quickly and stop the conversation between the two people in the room.

But as a maid, her inherent willpower forcibly imprisoned her body, and she could only continue to stand quietly.

Finally, there was a click and the door opened.

As if he suddenly woke up, Moran quickly turned his head and saw Sherlock with a happy smile on his face.

Sherlock naturally looked at her, and his eyes swept over the thin sweat on her forehead and her extremely nervous eyes. When she was guarding Moriarty on the verge of death, she had never been so out of sorts.

"You always say that your master is the most powerful person in the world." Sherlock suddenly said to Moran without any clue: "Before, I always thought you were just bragging. After all, I am too conceited. , but now. Miss Moran, I apologize to you, and at the same time, I also look upon your master with admiration."

Speaking of this, Sherlock actually bowed slightly to Moran, as if he felt that she should receive some respect after staying with Moriarty for a long time.

Then, he walked straight in the direction he came from.

Moran immediately rushed into the room and saw Moriarty with the same smile on his face.

That smile was so relaxed and freehand. After following her master for so many years, she knew that this smile was real and not a mask that usually hung on her face.

Thinking of the words he just heard, suddenly, a burst of sadness surged into Mo Lan's heart. This surge of acid surged up, poured into his nose, and rushed to his forehead. For a moment, Mo Lan cried uncontrollably.

"Master." She knelt down on the ground.

Moriarty turned his head and looked at the maid who was already in tears. He suddenly thought that she seemed to be only 23 years old. He smiled extremely tenderly and opened his arms to hug her.

This hug reminded Moran of that night four years ago, the moonlight, warm lights, and soft quilt on the eve of the day of holy love.

Although she had never expected it, her master had never hugged her since then.

"Don't be sad." Moriarty smiled.

"But...you will pay with your life for this"

"Everyone will die." Moriarty put his weight slightly on Moran's shoulders: "You should be able to feel that I am very relaxed now.

From the time I have memories to this moment, I have never felt so relaxed.

How happy it would be if a person could die after fulfilling his lifelong wish. "

Moran felt his tears flow into his master's collar, and the other person's breathing was right next to his ears. It was very slow and comfortable, as if someone who had been tired for a long time finally returned home and lay down on the soft sofa. Above, under the night, with the sound of insects and the sound of wind, the shadows of the trees outside the window are swaying slightly, and I am about to fall asleep.

"When that day comes, can I go with you?"

"certainly."

Moriarty rubbed his face against the tips of Moran's hair.

Mo Lan felt a little nervous because her master's plan was so crazy, but also felt a little happy because she had never seen her master so happy. At the same time, she felt a little offensive because the few gentle nudges just now reminded her of A kitten that lacks love.

In this way, a month passed.

In this month, Moran clearly saw many changes in Moriarty.

One day, he even slept until 9 o'clock before getting up.

He just casually flipped through some of the newly submitted documents and did not read them in a hurry. Instead, he asked Moran to accompany him for a walk in the courtyard.

The two walked to a flowerbed. Due to the winter snow, the grass in the flowerbed began to turn yellow, and some withered branches of sunflowers stuck out of the soil. They were obviously lifeless.

“After this crop of sunflowers dies, no new seeds will be sown in Jerusalem.”

Inexplicably, the young pope started talking nonsense. He looked at the white streets in the distance, and the tall buildings blooming under the fine snow gave off a unique beauty that he had never seen before:

"However, there will be a variety of vegetation growing back, and it won't be as monotonous as it was in past centuries."

He was in a really good mood.

A few days later, a Crusader transport airship took off at the city border of Jerusalem. A separate living room was not assigned any space, but no one would take the initiative to open the door.

Maybe there was some mistake when entering the list, maybe someone moved in, but some big shots don't want to let people know.

In short, no soldier would go out of his way to knock on that door.

The airship sailed south, heading straight to the other side of Redeker Strait.

And on the day the airship took off, an old man came to the Holy City. Wearing an inconspicuous hood and hunched back, he walked through the first winter in Jerusalem, stepping on streets that had never been touched by snow. Arrive at the Cathedral of Holy Light.

Several Crusader guards blocked the old man's way and warned him that the front was a sacred place and he should not approach it at will.

The old man slowly lifted his hood and said apologetically:

"Excuse me, but please inform His Highness the Pope that I want to see him."

【I】.

The old man did not say his name. This was a habit, because for decades, it was impossible for no one in the entire empire to know his name, so naturally there was no need to introduce himself.

The moment the hood was removed, the guard's whole body trembled violently, and he kneeled to the ground subconsciously. Then he thought of the old man's words and quickly stood up again.

"Please wait in the lounge for a moment."

After that, he hurried into the church.

For a guard at the door, if he wanted to contact the Pope, he would naturally need to go through many layers of reporting. He didn’t know how long he would have to wait for the old man. However, what surprised the guard was that he just ran into the first main hall of the Holy Light Cathedral. The Pope, wearing a golden robe with the sunflower logo shining brightly on his chest, was actually standing not far away.

Moriarty was quite dressed up today. Even after he became the pope, he had never worn this complicated outfit.

"His Majesty the Pope!" The guard was stunned for a moment and immediately knelt down to the ground.

"Master Dante is here?"

The Pope didn't even listen to what the guard said, and asked directly.

The guard was even more surprised. He didn't know why the Pope was acting like a prophet. He could only think that Lord Dante had been in contact with His Excellency the Pope, so he nodded hurriedly.

In this way, the dressed-up Moriarty, holding a cane that represented absolute power, walked past the guard and walked into the reception room followed by his personal maid.

An old man, a man who had just outgrown his boyhood, met in the reception room of this church. The two were not strangers to each other, so they only exchanged the simplest polite greetings.

The old man slowly said: "You should know that Sherlock Holmes has recently committed some acts of betrayal to the empire."

"Of course, although I am a little surprised, there seems to be traces of what he has done in the past."

The old man sighed slightly. In the past few months, he seemed to be aging much faster than in previous years. The age spots on his face were slowly spreading, making him look a little tired.

He didn't seem to want to mention anything about Sherlock anymore, so he went straight to the point and said: "You know, I don't have much life left, and I need to find a successor.

Sherlock is the one I am most optimistic about, but obviously, there is something wrong with my vision after all.

Fortunately, I didn't put all my hopes on him alone.

so.

I come to you today. "