Sherlock Holmes had discovered that what was going on here was not normal.

The crowd that had gathered together came from all parts of the city, who had never been to church, and now they had come running out of sheer greed, like crows gathered on a dead corpse.

The detective smelled familiar: it was the hunter's trick.

But in Holmes's view, this straightforward approach is too stupid.

Explorers are powerful and easily manipulated forces, no matter how good they can be, but everywhere they go is chaos is bound to be.

Tearing down a church doesn't necessarily stop science, it's important to know what he wants.

However, the hunter's idea is not wrong, the idea of peeping into science is enough to crush the minds and minds of mortals, and it is safer to destroy it directly.

But the great detective is not an ordinary person.

Taking advantage of the chaos, Holmes left the church, and he faintly heard a voice coming from behind him, the people in the church had been prepared, and the swarming explorers were in trouble.

In the rest of the city, the same chaos was everywhere, and Holmes soon discovered that this was the case in almost all churches.

That means the worst-case scenario in the hunter's mouth.

Every church that is ready to miraculously prevent outsiders from entering has fallen to science, and the presence of such churches all over the city means that science has completely mastered the state religion.

"The irrational human mind is really the most ambiguous and pathetic thing in the world. ”

Holmes sighed condescendingly, and then left the city center.

Outside of the ruins left behind by Nidhogg, the buildings were intact and tidy, but the crowd was chaotic, but it was the environment that Holmes was familiar with, and the Baker Street team was on the outskirts of the city.

Soon Holmes knew all he wanted to know.

Most of the churches in Ruidu were in chaos, and the explorers, overjoyed and convinced that they would get something good, fought the miracles that blocked the gates, and the few churches that were not guarded by miracles were ransacked.

The entire city, with its countless churches, large and small, was almost not spared.

"Take me to the nearest church where I can go in. ”

Holmes made a brief stop at the lodgings before finding Wiggins in another chaotic neighborhood.

He already had a plan.

Knowing everything in the vicinity, Wiggins led Sherlock Holmes through deserted streets, into dark alleyways as usual, around a corner that made everyone dizzy, and stopped behind a tall building.

In the shadow of that building, there was a shack in the corner, with the sign of science erected on the top.

It's a chapel.

Sherlock Holmes laughed, this was what he wanted, and the Baker Street squad never let the big detectives down.

"Thank you, Mr. Wiggins, for your salary for the month. ”

Holmes placed a few gold coins in Wiggins' hand, then turned and walked into the chapel.

Not surprisingly, there were no clergy, the altar was pitch black, only the scientific standards were still clean, and everything else was dirty, and there was even a puddle of mud on the ground.

Sherlock Holmes stooped and struggled to pull a lamp out of his bosom, the roof of which was not even above his shoulder.

Then the warm light comes on.

That's the sun.

Magellan gave the lamp to the detective before leaving, as a sample for his study of supernatural powers.

By light, Holmes placed three candles on the altar and lit them, then raised them in his left hand and knelt on one knee.

"Ah, it's cold. ”

"yes, if you don't get it done quickly, you're going to get arthritis, I'm a doctor, you know. ”

Dr. Watson spoke abruptly through the door, leaning his upper body into the door, and then reluctantly retracted: there was no room for a second person.

"Watson......" Holmes smiled helplessly, "I thought I had dumped you." ”

"Of course, but Mr. Wiggins doesn't mind bringing me over, and I'll give him a little more money. ”

"Ah......" Holmes let out a long sigh and turned around with difficulty, "Watson, Mrs. Hudson is in a hurry, and I'll go back at once." ”

"No," Dr. Watson shook his head gravely, "what do you want to do?"

"It's complicated......"

Watson patiently stood still and waited, but in the end the detective gave up.

"It's good that you're here, you can add a little hope. ”

"If you become a science fanatic, what do you need me to do?"

Holmes waved his hand casually and said nothing.

He began to resume the ritual that had just been interrupted.

The detective knelt on one knee, holding an oil lamp in his left hand and reaching out to the altar with his right hand, before beginning to pray.

"Science, your believers need guidance. ”

At that moment, Holmes's soul came to an unknown place.

It's a sea of light, full of pure white souls, and the world is reassured by a powerful force.

Sherlock Holmes soon learned what that power was.

"Do you need guidance?"

The voice of science is not distinctive, not even like a human voice, but everyone who hears him will understand in an instant that this is science.

There was an impulse in Holmes' heart to become a believer in science.

"There was a riot in Ruidu, and I was uneasy......"

"Ah, yes," there is no fluctuation in the words of science, he knows everything, controls everything, and can always convince the believers, "it is a sad conflict, but it will soon be over, and my power will protect the church and the faithful, and you and they will be fine." ”

Holmes's heart was swinging violently.

He had a hunch that the impulse to offer a devout faith to science was now in a fierce battle with what was left of reason, and the oil lamp on which the detectives had pinned their hopes did not do much.

Holmes almost blurted out, "Why?"

"Yes, you don't pray often, but it doesn't matter, now your piety is no worse than anyone else's. The words of science carried an irresistible force, and Holmes believed him without thinking, "I am preparing for the ultimate Messiah, and therefore three altars are needed." ”

"One in the Holy See in Loren, one in France, one in Brittany, but why?"

"Only in these three places do I have a sufficient number of believers, and you are part of the gods. ”

The words of science were so powerful that Holmes could hardly resist loudly announcing his membership in Scientology.

Then the great detective remembered Watson.