Sherlock Holmes

It was just a few lines of dialogue, but it was played on a loop for more than 20 hours.

No matter who it is, it must be boring.

But on this day, the people of the empire did not complain, did not curse the broadcast staff of the Holy Journal for being lazy, trying to get through the day's work with a recording from four or five years ago.

They were just shocked and speechless, staring at the radio, as if waiting for themselves to suddenly wake up from bed and tell themselves that it was all just a dream.

Sadly, however, no one woke up. Instead, it played in a loop over and over again, turning the whole world into an extremely absurd dream.

What's the meaning?

That major accident in London that year, was the instigator behind the scenes actually the Holy Son of the Holy See?

The person who succeeded him as pope after that?

Is he the current emperor of the empire?

A human hero?

People feel that their brains are being driven by trains. The wheels of each train are rushing by, and they are pressing their temples or Tianling Gai. They can no longer tell whether it is a headache or dizziness. Their face is numb and they can't hold their hands. They were trembling, and some people sat down on the ground and never wanted to get up again. When their family members saw this scene, they did not step forward to help them, for fear that they would also fall to the ground after taking a few steps.

At this moment, many things were figured out.

Why did the Holy See suddenly break with the Temple of Holy Light?

Why the most powerful religion in history, rooted in faith, abandoned the Light.

Why is the current army not allowed to act without permission and watch helplessly as the new gate of hell swallows up the Elbes Mountains?

Why did Master Dante drag his old body and jump into hell alone?

Could it be that the man named Moriarty was behind all of this? ! The world was about to move towards a better future, and his purpose was to destroy this road? !

Not only that, maybe the closing of the Gate of Hell is just a lie. Otherwise, why would a new Gate of Hell have swallowed up the Temple of Holy Light?

In times of crisis, human beings always seem to subconsciously look for an original sin, so the above thoughts easily sprouted in the minds of most citizens of the empire. In just a few hours, just after this recording was played. In this way, a terrifying image trying to destroy the world was born, a man behind the scenes who deceived hundreds of millions of people, and an evil spirit finally showed its ugly face.

Of course, no one thought about how this report that exposed the true face of the devil was released, and why this recording could be circulated on the radio for more than 20 hours without any obstacles.

People don't even think carefully about why this person wants to destroy the world. They just have a very stereotyped impression that the devil wants to destroy the world, and that's it.

And in the dark cracks of time and space, the overlap of the Elbes Mountains and the gap between two times, the Temple of Holy Light had been smashed and collapsed in the previous demonic rainstorm, and was turned into ruins in the subsequent torrent of steel. . It is hard to imagine that such a sacred building that has been revered by the world for centuries would, in the eyes of people from another world, be nothing more than an obstruction that can be demolished at will.

In fact, from a theoretical point of view, the existence of the Holy Light itself is extremely ridiculous. It was originally brought from the desperate world 800 years later. People hated hell, but at the same time respected it. The product of hell, using some vulgar words To describe this behavior, she would be like a bitch setting up a memorial arch, shouting about her chastity that she would defend to the death, and spreading her legs.

Of course, it seems that the people in the empire will never know this truth, and the people in the desperate world are too lazy to pay attention to the weight of the Holy Light in the hearts of the people in the empire. Now, a large hole with a diameter of more than ten meters wide has been dug out in the mountains. The large transport truck rolled over the rocks in the cave and slowly drove out.

And a gray, square mechanical creation that had been buried in the mountain for centuries, but still exuded a bright metallic luster, appeared in front of all the soldiers.

When the excitement reaches its peak, it is silent.

People stood there, quietly watching the transport truck slowly drive out of the cave. There were no shouts, no extremely excited hugs, only some trembling bodies, the soreness choking in the nose, and the scars all over the body were unwilling to The tough soldier who said nothing suddenly burst into tears, but he kept his mouth shut and watched the convoy pass by him.

The mechanized troops began to evacuate, and the machine that exuded a blue metallic luster drove out of the space-time rift amid the crowds. They wanted to escort the machine out safely.

In the Survivor Alliance government's experimental base, Lilith forcibly suppressed the excitement in her heart. She hung up the phone in her hand, and then took a deep breath.

"I got off work early today." Her voice was still trembling: "Have a good rest after you go back. The console will be delivered to the test base in three days. At that time, it will be difficult to rest."

Some of the experimenters behind him understood what this sentence meant. They nodded, left the office, and then issued this order.

An incomplete experiment that had been delayed for 800 years finally had the opportunity to complete it; people in this world finally grasped the hope of escape. Once they grasped it, they would never let it go.

Once you catch it, you won't let it go!

Far away in the Elbes Mountains, in a collapsed mountain, two people with decades of age difference held each other tightly and did not let go.

When friends who had not seen each other for many years met again, or when lovers held hands, or when relatives hugged each other, there were always some moments when people held each other tightly and felt that they would never want to be separated again.

And the two people who only wanted to take each other's lives finally seemed to have exhausted their physical strength at this moment. Even if they were lying between the broken rocks, they were unwilling to let go of their hands that were deeply entangled in their flesh and blood, for fear that someone would run away and it would be difficult to hit the other person when swinging their fists.

Sherlock's whole body was already the color of blood, and he didn't know how many bones were broken. Just now, he wanted to raise his arm, but his forearm just drooped to the side, like a broken dead branch.

Compared to him, Lord Dante next to him seemed to be much better. Although he was also covered in blood, the blood should not be his. After all, he did not have any serious injuries. It was just that he was too old. He had already sensed that his life was coming to an end. This time, when he was on the verge of death, he suddenly began to squeeze his life, which made his life burn rapidly.

At this moment, he sat in the ruins of blood and rubble, sweat began to seep out of his body, washing away the bright red blood on his skin, and coughing from time to time.

"I told you last time in your seaside cottage that you should take care of your health, but you didn't listen. Look, your body can't hold on anymore."

Sherlock lay beside the old man like a corpse, still saying some unreliable words, and spewing a few mouthfuls of blood from time to time with his breath.

Lord Dante coughed for a while and said calmly: "Wait for me to rest, then I will kill you."

"What will happen if you kill me? You are almost dying, and do you think the empire will return to its original state after you die?"

"." Dante was silent, not knowing whether he had nothing to say or didn't want to answer this question.

After a long time.

He stood up, walked to Sherlock's side with difficulty, stretched out his skinny hand, and strangled the other's throat tightly.

Sherlock's trachea was crushed, and the huge force blocked the blood supply to the brain. He held Dante's wrist and tried to pry it open, but the huge difference in strength made it impossible for him to do it.

So he clenched the only fist that could move, and used all his strength to hit the old man's temple fiercely.

A loud bang exploded in the valley, and the defenseless forehead bone connection suffered a terrible blow. Lord Dante's ears were instantly deaf, and his head was buzzing, but he still did not let go of his white jointed hand, but increased some strength.

Boom!

Boom! !

The loud noises continued, Sherlock repeatedly hit the old man's head. According to such force feedback, even if the opponent was Lord Dante, he could not withstand such a blow. After all, even if the fragile brain was not shattered, there would be some concussion.

But from beginning to end, the old man's hand never left Sherlock's throat, like two pliers that had been welded. The old man's glasses were full of bloodshot. Under the unavoidable beating on the head, blood flowed from his nostrils, drop by drop, just like a candle that was about to burn out, dripping the last few drops of wax before the oil ran out.

One minute passed.

Two minutes passed

The sound of the impact in the valley became lighter and slower, and finally only a faint sound remained.

Finally, Sherlock's hand collapsed weakly, motionless.