Sherlock Holmes

[Humans, can’t wait! 】

This was a statement that was almost arrogant to the extreme, but in Moriarty's mind, not even the most ordinary ripples could be stirred.

Because if we want human society to really move to the next stage, we have to go through a more difficult road.

The opening of the Gate of Hell almost established all the history after the early years of the Holy Calendar and the modern thinking of mankind. Everyone habitually believes that as long as the Holy See is still there, mankind cannot perish, and the Holy Light will always protect this race. This It is the foundation of 'life'!

The existence of the empire and the so-called law can also make life continue as before. Although it is a bit bitter and tiring, watching those rich and well-dressed people entering and leaving high-end restaurants will cause some psychological differences, but in the end it will not be forced. Everybody jumps off the building, that's the basis of 'life'.

Life and living are all that most people pursue. No one wants to change, no one cares that the casualties on the frontline are becoming more and more heavy, no one cares that the annual recruitment is getting more and more difficult, and no one cares about the dark clouds in the sky The rain is becoming more and more intensive, the dealers are becoming less and less due to the acid drop, the growth of trees has gradually failed to keep up with the burning rate, the river water has gradually been filled with rancid smell, the output of steel is getting less and less, and the imperial currency has become less and less. The frequency of engraving has changed from once every two years in the past to once every year and four months now. No one cares. The world is slowly dying.

The world must change!

And change will inevitably bring pain!

Unless there is a supreme person who dares to bear this pain and bear all the slander, abuse, slander, as well as the sudden population decline, economic collapse, and industrial depression caused by the reform, all by one person!

And this man will definitely be regarded as the most insane and notorious sinner in the entire history of mankind!

But he still wants to set off a cruel change to the extreme!

Even though this seems more like the greatest crime committed against all mankind!

Oh, to put it simply, it is actually impossible to hope for this crime to happen. After all, the Holy See and the government, two old enemies who have been working for centuries, cannot let all the above happen.

The Pope of the Holy See and the Emperor of the Empire cannot be fools.

Unless, the Pope and the Emperor are the same person!

"What is that guy doing?" Moriarty asked with his eyes closed while soaked in the repair fluid.

He knew that Moran must be by his side.

"Someone from the First Intelligence Group called just now and said that Mr. Holmes was moving luggage."

Moran was just reporting, but her voice was choked with sobs. Thinking of the pain her master had just endured, she couldn't help but want to cry loudly, but she still forced her tone to be normal.

Moriarty smiled gently as always: "You are worried about me."

"Ah! I'm sorry!" Moran quickly knelt down by the pool, her expression suddenly becoming extremely firm. Only then did she realize that her mentality just now had signs of transcending the relationship between master and servant. This was absolutely impossible. Forgiven.

"Hahaha——" Moriarty said with a smile: "My life is actually quite boring. If you do everything according to the "Professional Maid Code", I will be bored to death."

"." Molan didn't dare to answer. She didn't dare to guess what the master meant.

"Crying or laughing are all expressions of inner emotions. You once swore that everything belongs to me, so your true inner emotions must also belong to me, so don't hold it in all the time. We have known each other for almost 20 years. , I want to know your joys and sorrows." The man in the pool said gently.

The girl next to her still didn't dare to speculate on the meaning of this sentence, but she began to panic inexplicably.

"What do you want to ask me?" Moriarty suddenly said.

"Are you in pain?" Moran asked subconsciously, then he was startled and quickly covered his mouth.

"There is still a little bit left, but it doesn't matter." His Royal Highness the Holy Son answered her question naturally: "I just lost a book, and I still have some unfinished thoughts. I want to go and relax in a while, but don't stay too far away from me."

"Yes!" The girl's tone was still trembling, but she didn't quite know why. She just felt a warm buzzing in her head.

"By the way, you just said that guy was carrying luggage?"

"Yes." Moran quickly retracted his thoughts: "Mr. Holmes seems to want to move some clothes and daily necessities into that room. Also, he seems to have some kind of sensory ability. He will always find intelligence personnel. Monitoring his position, within an hour, he has changed three groups, and he was blown away every time. The feedback given there is a bit confusing."

Moriarty laughed.

That guy had just had direct contact with him, so the security personnel he brought with him would inevitably monitor him closely.

And his security personnel must be the most elite people selected in the entire Holy See. They even have the ability to pass through visual barriers, filter chaotic sounds, and even detect the whereabouts of targets from hundreds of meters away. Even if Even if they were asked to monitor a clergyman, they would never be exposed.

But it was so funny that such a group of people were forced by that guy to the point where they could no longer monitor them any longer.

As a result, Moriarty burst into the most genuine laughter in the past few days.

"Hahaha——he is indeed a guy who can read faster than me!"

Molan looked on with a confused expression. At the same time, she also thought about how the man who had only been a contractor for less than two months could escape her attack so easily, and she always felt extremely... of weirdness.

She wanted to remind her master and advise him to stay away from that person, but when she thought that her master actually called that person a 'friend', she quickly swallowed her words!

Early morning.

The heavy snow had no intention of stopping. The sunlight outside the window could hardly penetrate the snow curtain, and it already seemed groggy.

In such weather, even carriages cannot move normally, and most factories are forced to close down, because if the machines are forced to work in this environment, the fuel consumed will cost the boss his life.

As a result, London today has become particularly deserted, with almost no pedestrians on the streets.

Sherlock reluctantly moved a few large boxes into the small room in the library. In fact, it is still a place where a person can live, with good air circulation and soundproof walls. The book has been burned, so the only person who can The kid who frequents the place probably won't come again either.

In this way, Sherlock's temporary stay here for a few days cannot be called 'occupying a public area'.

After the heavy snow stopped, he planned to go out and find a new place to live, or maybe try to live back at No. 221 Baker Street.

I don’t know what happened to Mrs. Hudson. Otherwise, go check it out.

Sherlock suddenly felt that he was so hesitant to investigate something, which was a bit uncharacteristic of his usual style.

And at the same time.

Just outside the British Library, on the empty long street, a figure wrapped in a thick coat walked quietly from the heavy snow. He pressed the hat on his head to prevent it from being swept away by the strong wind. At the same time, he used his other hand to He took out a photo from his pocket.

The man squinted his eyes and looked at the picture of a man walking into the British Library carrying several large boxes in the photo, and determined that this man was the man to be executed according to the order issued by Pope Theodore.

what do you say that is?

Zirod? ? ?

Sheddick? ? ?

Forget it, I heard it's just a first-stage contractor.

He didn't quite understand why he had to be an advance guard on the front line of the Holy Legion to deal with a first-stage contractor. Maybe it was because he happened to be passing through London.

In short, the instructions given by the Pope are just a matter of convenience that must be respected.

So, he put the photo in his pocket and walked towards the British Library in the wind and snow.