Sherlock Holmes

Ancient Roman City of Law.

It is estimated that in the past few centuries, no one could believe that this cold-blooded city, the political hub of human society, would be like today.

One after another, extremely gorgeously decorated floats passed through the street. The nuns on them wore black robes, but their hats were incongruous with garlands of different colors. They tried to smile happily, scatter flowers to the people below, draw posters of Moriarty, the king of mankind, and those hymns that they had memorized by heart.

There were groups of people on both sides of the road, they cheered, raised their hands, shouted Moriarty's name, and tried to catch the gifts falling from the sky.

Among these people, except for those still pious and ignorant believers of the Church, most of them were not really cheering.

The reason why they shouted the words of praise so hard was that as long as they shouted loud enough, they could attract the nuns on the car who were waving gifts, and among those gifts, there were money

Melodious or passionate music, praises resounding in the sky, colorful lights and ribbons all over the street, and people who were extremely enthusiastic.

It looked like the new era that had been chanted for many years had really arrived.

But who knows, if a country's celebration needs to attract people by "throwing money on the street", then this country has no other beautiful things to attract people to stay on the street.

Moriarty sat in the most luxurious carriage, with the gauze curtain embroidered with gold threads hanging down. He sat quietly in the carriage with a smile on his face.

If someone could see him in the carriage, they would definitely hate this person from the bottom of their hearts.

It was him who provoked a meaningless war, it was him who made the entire empire decline like this, it was him who ignored the blood of the empire's soldiers and the hard work of the empire's people, it was this person who, when everything was so bad, still held a dying celebration in self-deception, and even laughed so sincerely.

But just like all dynasties in human history, even under the imperial system, all power is concentrated in the hands of a single individual or group, it is difficult to appear [Let's all unite together and directly rebel against him and pull that bastard emperor off the throne! 】This kind of direct subversion of the regime.

Even if there is, it has been planned for many years, and the joint conspiracy of multiple forces, and even needs the help of the upper-class forces who want to instigate the monarchy, in order to have a little bit of "subversion of the regime".

Because society is ultimately an aggregation of the majority of people, some people want to subvert the current situation of poverty, but some people want to keep it like this. These people are the guys who can still have a place to live in this chaotic era.

The emperor must have well-fed wolves under his command, and the unwarranted belief in religion still subtly influences some believers. Moriarty has been planning all this for many years to become the youngest pope in the history of the Holy See, a human hero killed by Lord Dante himself, and an emperor of the empire who moved to Augustine the Great.

Therefore, under his ability, as long as he doesn't want to, the entire empire will continue to struggle on the brink of death, until everyone is exhausted and can't see any hope, until the army makes everyone hate war and look forward to peace in that desolate world called hell, and makes people like moths in the dark, as long as they see a little light, they will rush forward without hesitation, and they will not even care about life and death, let alone hatred, position, clan, and everything else.

Just to hold that little bit of warmth, they will hold it in their arms like a treasure and never let go.

Now, the time is almost up.

So on this day, Moriarty sat in the carriage, the [Holy Calendar] symbolizing the war between humans and demons has ended, and the [New Calendar] era that humans will eventually usher in has finally arrived.

I am the sacrifice for the arrival of this era!

Moriarty tidied his golden robe, took out a small mirror, and applied some makeup powder that girls like to use on the dark circles under his eyes due to years of fatigue. He straightened the crown that symbolized the peak of power. Looking at himself in the mirror, he suddenly remembered that he seemed to have never traveled in his life, and never visited this empire that he loved so much as a tourist. Those rivers, mountains and seas were all under his rule, but he seemed to always sit behind a desk and drink coffee that had not been changed for decades.

In a trance, he suddenly found that he seemed to be just over 33 years old.

He seemed to have never been in love.

He had never enjoyed a pleasant afternoon, no. No, there were many things that had not been

Suddenly, the figure of a maid entered his mind, a certain night, a certain clock tower, and a certain inexplicable kiss.

Moriarty pursed his lips and felt his eyes moist for the first time in decades.

"This new era is dedicated to Moran."

He murmured, and added with some apology in his heart: 'Although she didn't want it. ’

So, the emperor of the empire stood up, holding the scepter in his hand, and walked out of the magnificent carriage with his head held high.

The cheers on the street instantly rose to a new level, including the genuine cheers of the believers, the atmosphere created by the music played on the street, and the cheers guided by the government workers and soldiers who had practiced them long ago.

Moriarty raised his hand and gestured to both sides of the truth. His eyes were filled with the most sincere pride.

Perhaps the sunlight today was a little dazzling. This man who was destined to be reviled by future generations and thrown into the quagmire of shame and never be able to turn over squinted his eyes and looked up at the sky.

He saw the clear sky and the small black dot in the sunlight that had already reached the top of his head.

It was an airship, an airship that should not have appeared over the city.

Something fell from the airship, like a missile diving to the ground, pushing away the wind and waves at an altitude of 10,000 meters, and falling vertically towards the city in celebration.

"Heh, this time, I let you take the limelight again."

Moriarty smiled and opened his arms, as if he was enjoying the admiration of thousands of people, the foolish worship, and the most extreme stupid emperor under hedonism.

"Moriarty! Long live!!!!"

"Moriarty! Long live!!!!"

"Moriarty! Long live!!!!"

Boom!

Something fell from the sky and smashed vertically into the center of the magnificent convoy. The soldiers who were guarding the surrounding area were shocked into the air by the sudden fall. Armor, guns, and gravel flew everywhere. A large cloud of dust rose in the middle of the street. The guards hidden in the buildings on both sides were all dumbfounded for a moment. They didn't know where to aim their weapons, and they didn't even know what was happening.

For some reason, His Majesty the Emperor did not send the army back to the capital to perform guard work.

For some reason, there was no heavy firepower stationed at the parade ceremony of the ancient Roman city of Fa.

For some reason, the security level of air traffic control was not increased.

In short, with the dust dissipated,

people saw a thin figure reaching into the broken carriage, then suddenly clenching his hands, pulling out the fragments of stone ruins, and holding the emperor of the empire, Emperor Moriarty, bloody, high in the air.