Sherlock Holmes

History is reluctant to depict war.

But no matter how brainwashed the people of the empire are, no matter how ignorant the ignorant lower-class people are about power and worldly affairs, they absolutely cannot understand why General Patton was actually shot?

When the flames of war burned to the other side of hell, the most famous front-line commander of the entire empire was ordered to be executed by the emperor?

This is no longer a question of wisdom or not.

This is simply crazy!

In fact, since the human king took office, his madness has been obvious to all, but no one has ever thought that one day he would be so crazy that it is unreasonable.

What is even more unacceptable is that the day after General Patton was shot, Emperor Moriarty personally went to the Elbes Mountains to serve as the commander-in-chief of the Hell Counterattack.

At this point, the darkest moment in the history of the empire finally arrived.

It may be out of hatred, out of the desire to rule another world, or simply a warmongering maniac has the right to start a war at any time.

In short, the first batch of imperial soldiers took the elevator left under the gate of hell. With fear of the unknown, they ascended into the darkness above their heads, passed through the inexplicable void, and finally arrived at the desperate world they called [Hell].

Stepping on the barren land, they witnessed the weathered ruins of the city, the scarlet light in the sky, and the demons crawling all over the world.

They raised their guns and started shooting. They found the last surviving city of mankind along the wreckage of the mechanical creation. Here, the imperial people finally came into contact with the original inhabitants of hell for the first time.

After 800 years, human language has not changed much, so gradually, those dusty historical truths have finally been known to people.

Hatred still controls the thinking of humans in the two worlds.

Who is the invader?

Who is the victim?

Everyone has a different position. As guessed at the beginning, the truth cannot eliminate hatred.

But the years of war made everyone begin to hate war. Killing had no meaning. The imperials seemed to be just subconsciously obeying orders, and the survivors of hell were just stubbornly resisting in despair.

Exhausted.

Just like in the ancient legend, the man who pushed the boulder on the slope of the mountain had been tortured to the point of collapse, but he could not stop, because as soon as he relaxed, he would be crushed by the boulder rolling down, and he could only continue to suffer like this, with no end in sight.

[Don't continue the war. ]

[Let all this stop. ]

In fact, everyone has such a cry in their hearts, even in hell, in the hearts of everyone who is fighting, when they tiredly raise their weapons and try to kill each other, each other's hearts are also shouting such words.

In the wreckage of a building, a series of gunshots rang out, followed by the shouts of two people wrestling together, and finally with a "thump", the two fell to the ground, their bodies full of bullet holes and blood.

This was just a small corner of the battlefield. A soldier who had lost contact with his troops happened to meet a shameful deserter from the other side.

So, the two men started fighting.

One was exhausted, and the other was actually just a volunteer who was forcibly recruited. So both sides used up all their bullets but failed to kill each other. In the end, they had exhausted all their strength because of the scuffle and could only lie on the ground, motionless.

The two people who wanted to kill each other just now were now only half a meter apart, just like good friends lying on the lawn looking at the sky in childhood. To be honest, it was quite embarrassing.

Finally

"Actually, I don't want to fight at all. I was just a transporter in a canning factory."

"Hehe, if you hadn't invaded, who would like to fight."

The two people communicated in a language that was not so similar, but they could both understand.

"You invaded our world first."

"No, you turned our world into this first."

Silence

In fact, at this point, both sides are not very clear why the hatred hundreds of years ago can be used as a reason to start a war at this moment.

To put it bluntly, it's just that the people in hell want to seek a way out.

And the Imperials

What are the Imperials for?

"Your emperor seems to be very keen on killing." A soldier's words were full of disgust.

"Long live Emperor Moriarty! Only by completely destroying you can humans achieve peace." Almost subconsciously, the imperial soldier explained.

"Ridiculous, we are also human beings."

"Then why do we kill each other?"

"Who knows?"

The imperial soldier had no way to answer this question. He was now so exhausted from blood loss that he didn't even have the strength to speak. He could only stare blankly at the blood-red sky, imagining that if he lived in this world, he would definitely try his best to escape.

'This war is really meaningless. '

'In fact, it's no big deal to let these people settle down in the empire. They are all human beings. '

'But Lord Moriarty will definitely not agree. '

The soldier's mind was a little dazed, and he gradually closed his eyes. Excessive blood loss made his mind chaotic, and he had accepted the impending death.

When he was on the verge of death, he finally dared to face that outrageous idea at a certain moment.

"All of this seems to be caused by Emperor Moriarty. If he dies, everything should be fine."

He thought so.

The Imperials thought so too.

Everyone in hell thinks so too.

It would be nice if this tyrant who was in charge of everything died.

Empire, London, Baker Street.

No one knows that this place was once the residence of the Vatican Saint, and no one knows that a saint who once traveled through the empire lived here, and no one knows that the wanted criminal of the empire who was killed by Lord Dante himself was... live here.

For Watson, business has not been very good in the past few years. The Great Depression of the empire has reached an appalling point. Young people have been recruited by the army. Most of the people left in the city are old people with no financial resources. Most people would rather suffer pain at home than spend money on pain relief.

Today, he closed the door early again and came to the second floor to prepare for dinner.

The person who cooks is Miss Nightingale. In the past few years, she has devoted herself to studying cooking skills. Through unremitting efforts, she has been able to make vegetable soup that can be swallowed overnight.

Paired with the black bread distributed by the government every day, it can be considered a filling meal.

and shylock

He was much the same as before, just reading newspapers, looking out the window, smoking, and sleeping.

"Is there any cigarette?"

Sherlock walked to Watson and asked softly.

Nowadays, due to the economic depression, citizens' cigarettes and alcohol have been greatly controlled. Especially cigarettes like "Blues", which have a very small audience, are not easy to buy.

Watson looked aside carefully and found that Jasmine was not there, so he took out one from his sleeve and secretly stuffed it into Sherlock's hand.

Recently, Jasmine said she wanted to have a child, so Watson has been banned from touching cigarettes.

Sherlock quietly tore the cigarette into two pieces, and then the two of them hid in the corner by the window and took small sips.

Maybe this scene reminded them of a time in their past when they looked at each other and smiled.

"By the way, I never asked you why you have been so quiet since you came back from the dead. Do you really cherish life after dying once?"

Sherlock exhaled a puff of smoke comfortably:

"Oh, I'm waiting for a commission."

"???" Watson was stunned. Sherlock had not carried out his old job as a detective for a long time. When would he be commissioned again?

"What commission?" he couldn't help asking.

"In the first year of the New Year, I want to kill someone?"

"The first year of the New Calendar?" Watson became increasingly confused. Now is the third century of the Holy Calendar. When is the [New Calendar]? And "Kill someone? Kill who?"

"The client himself." Sherlock said with a smile.