Sherlock Holmes

Want to kill yourself?

This commission sounds strange. If you want to commit suicide, just find a beam and hang yourself.

However, according to Sherlock's personality, he will definitely not accept ordinary commissions. Only such strange things will arouse his interest.

Watson did not take this matter to heart. After all, it was a blessing for this guy in front of him to stay quietly. Compared with the big messes he had caused before that affected the world, he just wanted to kill someone now, and he was a person who actively sought death. He was as cute as a well-behaved little girl.

The only thing that Watson found a little difficult to understand was why it was said that the commission was completed on the day of [New Calendar Year 1].

New Calendar

It seems that some time after Moriarty ascended the throne, the people of the Elders' Council proposed to change the reign to the new calendar, heralding the arrival of a new era.

But Moriarty refused.

In this case, this reign seems to be a long way off. How long will it take to wait?

Just as I was thinking, footsteps came from the kitchen behind me. Jasmine seemed to be carrying a pot of vegetable soup. Because it was a little hot, she was screaming and walked quickly to the table.

Watson's eyes were stern, and he quickly put out the remaining cigarette, then stuffed it into his sleeve with a skillful hand, and put on a beautiful enough expression to take the soup pot from the other party.

"Dear Jasmine, such hot things, let me carry it next time."

"Humph, how can a man enter the kitchen?" Jasmine responded with a smile, and it can be seen that the couple has a good relationship.

But the next second, she sniffed a few times with her nose tip, and the whole person suddenly became serious: "Did you smoke?"

"Of course not, I just stood next to Sherlock and chatted for a while."

As he said, Watson waved his hand and pointed to his partner who was smoking by the bed.

Sherlock held a half-smoked cigarette in his hand, looking at Jasmine's ferocious expression and Watson's hidden eyes behind him.

"Uh, sorry."

He said, and then quickly put out the cigarette.

The gap between the rich and the poor is an innate problem of society.

Because resources are limited, people naturally want to hold more money in their own hands, which means there will be poor people and rich people.

It seems impossible to make everyone live a carefree life in the short term.

But it is very simple for everyone to be poor together.

As long as there is a bottomless pit that constantly absorbs social resources, it will be fine.

For example, war.

"Hell is the eternal enemy of mankind. Purifying hell is the highest mission of every imperial man. Long live Moriarty!"

Another group of soldiers shouted slogans and rushed to the battlefield.

These people were recruited from various places. The youngest of them was only 16 years old. When this person's name was read out in Victory Square, his mother collapsed to the ground, and his father who was missing a leg directly swung his crutches and hit the conscription officer next to him.

"He is only 16 years old!"

"You let him go to the battlefield?!"

The angry father was knocked to the ground by a rifle butt, and then after an excited scolding, he was detained in the local prison. Two days later, a child who had just turned 16 was forcibly pulled away from his mother and pushed onto the conscription transport vehicle.

The mother knelt on the ground, weeping, but no one came forward to comfort her, because this was just a very common scene in the vast territory of the empire.

The Hell Counterattack War lasted for a year, and the minimum age for conscription increased from 20 to 18, and now it has reached 16.

There is a truth that does not require much IQ to understand, that is, if the conscription age is lower than the normal marriage age, then the population of this world will drop sharply.

This is a very dangerous signal, so dangerous that the generals fighting in Hell, seeing a group of new recruits in front of them, and noticing the childishness on their faces, began to look at each other, and read similar emotions in each other's eyes.

How should a monstrous hatred be resolved?

How should a species struggle that is bound to be a life-and-death struggle be stopped?

In the past few centuries of the Holy Calendar, all historians have been studying this issue, but the final conclusion is that it is impossible to resolve it.

And the people in Hell also think so, because their existence is based on hatred.

But in fact, there is an extremely simple way to resolve hatred, but no one in the world and in history dares to do so.

Under the joint proposal of the Imperial Army and all the Houses of Representatives, a "Proposal for a Temporary Suspension of War" was sent to the Emperor of the Empire, and then torn into pieces in front of him.

At that moment, the war maniac who was incomparably terrible in the eyes of the world, and the most bloody and arbitrary monarch, showed a trace of relief that no one could detect.

In front of many silent imperial officials who tried their best to suppress the accusations and even anger in their hearts, he gently stroked the crown beside him, which symbolized absolute power.

He suddenly laughed, and then said something very puzzling.

"A few years ago, I remember someone proposed to abolish the [Holy Calendar] and change it to the New Calendar. I thought it was meaningless at the time, but now I suddenly find that it seems to have a sense of ritual."

As he spoke, Moriarty casually fumbled with the edge of the crown, just like he was used to eating delicacies from mountains and seas, and suddenly wanted to eat some grilled chicken wings on the street stall:

"Then next month, the empire will have a week-long holiday, and each administrative region will prepare its own celebration ceremony, which will be designated as the first year of the new calendar."

The absurd feeling is so difficult to describe, but the silence in the field can clearly show how resistant people are to this order.

The current empire no longer has any reserve funds, and the governments of each administrative region are unable to make ends meet. At this time, they actually want to hold a celebration ceremony. You know, at this time, if the factory does not work for one day, it may close down, and in a week's time , how much economic losses the entire empire will face.

Moreover, the reason for the ceremony was to change the time to the first year of the new calendar.

At this time, who the hell cares about the name of time? ?

However, some people still had some expectations for this matter. An old general on the front line stood up and saluted slightly towards the young king.

"Emperor Moriarty, the first year of the New Year is an important day. If the whole country celebrates it, can the war on our front lines be slowed down a little?"

Even if the soldiers can rest for a day, many fewer people will die. This may be the only thing the old general feels happy about.

However.

"The war has nothing to do with the empire's celebrations. The war cannot stop."

Moriarty's cold words crushed this last expectation. The old general maintained a slightly bowed posture, with coldness and despair in his eyes that could no longer be concealed.

A month later, the news that the first year of the New Year was coming was published in all newspapers. The media seemed to have finally found a glimmer of light in the miserable life, and all the broadcasts were exaggerating a kind of celebration. There was a joyous atmosphere, and festive music that had not been heard for a long time was also played in the streets and alleys.

It was like some kind of carnival before Bin died.

Sherlock was in a good mood today. He walked to the closet and took out the long trench coat that he had not worn for a long time.

"What, do you want to go out?" Nightingale asked with a smile after seeing it.

"Well, you've been in the house for long enough, let's go out and get some fresh air."

Sherlock said, shaking his head and letting some dust fall off.