There is still an hour left before the opening of the ceremony on the Day of Divine Love.

Never in a lifetime has the Oaklandor Cathedral welcomed so many distinguished guests.

Because the saint did not go through the coronation ceremony, the people on the side of the road did not have to bow down, but when some of the clergy stepped on this long street, the citizens of the empire inevitably had to bow down.

Because the Pope, the archbishops, these people of too noble status, could not really all gather in this church to witness this sacred moment, they have already expressed their high respect for the Holy See by trekking thousands of kilometers to this city, and almost all those who are qualified to stand before the Holy Son have sent their dependents who can represent their status to participate in this grand ceremony.

Of course, there are countless nobles and merchants who have poured out unimaginable wealth in exchange for the right to stay for a few minutes in the outermost area of the church, where even if they are familiar with any person, it may be an unattainable opportunity.

"Looks like you're doing a good job here."

A voice suddenly rang out.

Sherlock, who was sneaking a cigarette in the corner, looked up, and saw a familiar face, but not seen for a long time.

"Why are you here?" He asked.

After Catherine saw Sherlock, she was obviously in a good mood, otherwise she would not have taken the initiative to come over to say hello, but she still tilted her head slightly and put on that lofty posture:

"I'm here on behalf of the School of Life Sciences."

At this time, Catherine did not wear the battle dress of her Judgment Nun, but wore a long and slim dress in the style of a gown, all red, but with a rough white mark on the edge of the skirt, which set off the slender but powerful body vividly.

The red and white color scheme is the most well-known logo of the School of Life Sciences.

Sherlock frowned slightly, he didn't quite understand why a nun of judgment would come on behalf of the Life Science Academy, but soon, he thought of the words of the old priest at that time.

It seems that Catherine has a family with a very difficult status.

Looking at it now, nine out of ten of this family is related to the School of Life Sciences.

"Since I've met you here, I might as well ask, you're the best detective in all of London, right?"

Sherlock didn't know why the other party asked this, but he nodded: "Actually, if you want to say that you are the most powerful in the entire empire, I will not refute you." ”

"It's arrogant." Catherine muttered, hesitated for a moment, and then spoke, "Then when the day of love is over, can I talk to you?" ”

"Talk? What to talk about? ”

"It's complicated, and it won't be clear for a while."

"No matter what you want to talk about, let's say it first, my commission is not cheap." Sherlock slowly lit a cigarette and said, "And I have to emphasize that the job you found me last time, the aftermath of the work is not easy, I almost lost my life because of it, if you want to talk to me, then we have to figure it out first." ”

Catherine frowned, maybe because she didn't like the smell of smoke, or maybe she was very dissatisfied with Sherlock's attitude of talking about money in advance, she was a clergyman, please do me a favor, all you thought about was the pay, but most likely, she was thinking about what had happened since the last case?

Anyway, after a moment of silence, she nodded, and then very unexpectedly changed her rather unobnoxious attitude and said:

"Whatever happens, I apologize to you, and I'm sure I'll pay you the price you're happy with."

In a short time, the bell rang to announce the opening of the hall on the Day of Love, and the doors of the church slowly opened, and everyone began to walk towards the richly decorated inner courtyard.

Catherine, of course, walked over like everyone else.

Sherlock finished the rest of his cigarette and had just taken a few steps in the direction of the venue, when suddenly, he heard some rustling around the corner.

Curious, he turned sideways and glanced at the little corner, and then he saw an old man in rags.

The old man was dressed in a shabby cotton shirt, and wore a hat on top of his head that had not been washed for a long time, and even had a layer of dust pressed down on it, and it had already condensed and shiny, barely covering the extremely broken face.

At this time, he was rummaging in the trash can in the corner.

Forehead. Although it is not so harmonious, but the church that is so holy, there are still trash cans, otherwise where to throw the garbage at the banquet, fortunately, these trash cans are all placed in an orderly manner, and the garbage inside has been carefully sorted, but because of the old man's random rummaging, it has become a mess.

"That's what. I don't mean to disturb you, but can you please stop throwing garbage on the ground, the church people will complain about us when you leave. ”

Sherlock couldn't help but remind.

In fact, he is a little depressed now, are the outfield security personnel around him too disrespectful, even an old beggar can be put in?

The old beggar seemed startled when he heard Sherlock's voice, and quickly turned his head to look behind him, and could clearly see that one of his legs was lame, and he could only support his body in a bent position, and that only an empty sleeve was left under one shoulder.

In this way, the two looked at each other from a distance of a few meters, and the old man's only remaining eye still showed a little cunning, as if he was thinking about how to compete for more time for himself to turn over the garbage in the upcoming drive.

However, although Sherlock complained about the security personnel on the periphery, he himself was not the kind of person who was conscientious, and waved his hand casually: "Remember to clean up after you finish flipping." ”

With that, he turned to leave.

That's when it happened

"Little brother, wait a minute."

"Huh?" Sherlock paused, then raised an eyebrow as the other man limped towards him.

At this moment, he inexplicably felt a strange oppressive force for a moment, but it disappeared in an instant.

The old beggar walked up to Sherlock, and put on a humble grin, but no matter how much he smiled, his face only looked terrifying.

"What's the matter?" Sherlock asked.

In the process, he had already looked up and down all the details of the other party's body, and in the end, he found that the other party was really just an old beggar without any danger.

He felt even more puzzled, because in the past few decades, his knee-jerk reaction, coupled with careful observation, was very rarely wrong, so what was the sense of oppression at that moment just now, could it be because he had not completely absorbed the pitch-black giant, which caused a momentary disharmony between his observation and reaction?

"Little brother, you smell of smoke."

"So what?"

"It's the blues."

He was stunned for a moment, not many people knew this brand, but when he thought of the old beggar's age, and probably had a history of 'picking up garbage' for fifty or sixty years, it was not too surprising to know the taste of blues cigarettes.

Immediately afterwards, the old beggar shamelessly stretched out a hand.

"Hehe, give me two, I haven't smoked it in years."

Seeing that Sherlock didn't respond immediately, he quickly added: "Ah, otherwise, you give me two, I'll put away the trash can now, and then leave, and I won't cause you any trouble." ”

Sherlock hesitated for a moment, then looked at the other man again and again, and finally nodded.

He took out two cigarettes and handed them to the other party.

"Hey, thank you, little brother!"

The old beggar quickly put the cigarette in his hand, and then walked happily to the trash can.

"Don't worry, I'll leave when I'm done. Pack up and go."

meanwhile

It was in a room in the church that Her Highness had finally completed her make-up to the extreme, and now she was the most beautiful and holy center of attention wherever she stood.

"As you have said, as soon as Miss Nightingale arrives in London, the Holy See will approach her and invite her to cure my father's illness."

"Of course, Your Highness, this is your right as a saint."

"What about my brother?"

"The supply division on the front line of the Holy Sect has received a call and is confirming the location of your brother's team, and will transfer him from the battlefield as soon as possible, and will be personally escorted home by the Holy See's team."

Joan of Arc. Letitia. Hudson took a deep breath, then lowered the curtain on her head to hide her beautiful face, and then she slowly got up, I don't know if she has undergone some etiquette training these days, these few steps, there is a hint of nobility.

She came to a door, which was slowly pulled open.

Countless rays of light refracted by crystals shone on her body, and she stepped out of the light, and the sound of music in the hall sounded, which instantly tugged at the heartstrings of everyone present.

He saw a man in a suit standing across from him, the two of them looking at each other across a huge stage, the man was a stranger, he seemed to be slightly older than himself, but he was not very tall, and his glasses were covered with a layer of white, and his face could not be seen clearly.

However, in the middle of the venue, an old man in a red robe was clearer, it was the great priest sent by the Holy Light Temple for this grand ceremony, he smiled, held the manuscript of the Gospel of the Holy Light in one hand, made a simple sacramental gesture in front of his forehead with the other, and then slowly spoke.

"Ladies and gentlemen, have you ever heard of love?"

He spoke softly, and his voice clearly echoed in everyone's ears, although this was a less irritating opening, although the speech of a great priest was definitely worthy of everyone's careful listening.

However, the people present were barely able to concentrate, and their eyes kept looking at the sides of the platform, as if waiting for the real protagonist to appear.

On the side of the high platform, His Highness the Holy Son just stood quietly, his white glasses covering all emotions.

Although he is not nervous, but his throat is a little bitter, want to take a puff of cigarettes in the past nearly 30 years, for his own health, of course he will not smoke, but a few days ago I saw the guy smoked a cigarette, smelling the spicy smell, he seems to feel that if he takes a puff, it seems that he can exhale all the breath of the whole body, which should be regarded as a kind of recreation.

Suddenly, he turned his head slightly and looked at the maid beside him.

"Whatever happens in a moment, remember the first rule of the maid's code."

Moran's eyes were hot, warm, and resolute, and she said with a smile that did not contain a trace of impurities:

"Yes, my master."

Standing in the light on the other side, the Holy Maiden of Letitia didn't know what the man opposite was doing, her vision was obscured by the curtain, bathed in light, so she didn't worry that anyone would notice the strangeness of her expression.

She slowly turned her gaze sideways.

In the crowd of people in the audience, a man wearing a long trench coat was found.

But it was precisely because of the blinding light that she wondered if Sherlock was also looking at herself.

Is he blaming himself?

Although he just said that it didn't matter, how could he not blame himself and kick him out without warning, in that heavy snowfall, would he have a place to live, would he have a cold, would he be hungry and cold, would he be homeless.

The memories of the past kept coming to her heart, she wanted to suppress it, but she couldn't hold it back, the dinner we had together, the birthday we agreed to have together, it was obviously I who asked him to accompany her to eat a cake today.

However. There is no cake at all, but he stands gorgeously on a ridiculous stage.

At this moment, the sourness in the saint's heart gradually became rich, rushing to her nose, she resisted the urge to rush off the stage and hug Sherlock, she repeatedly emphasized in her heart that she was just an ordinary girl, if she could sacrifice love, let the broken family be reconsummated, then this love can be regarded as valuable.

And the detective in the audience

He is too ordinary, he doesn't have this ability, so he has to cruelly admit that love is also a kind of thing that eats the strong.

"I'm sorry"

She repeated what she had said countless times these nights, but as in those nights, no one listened.

The beautiful music that followed the scene seemed to suddenly raise the atmosphere to a certain extreme.

The old priest naturally took a step back to the music, and the lights paved a dazzling path in front of the Son and the Saintess.

In this way, the man and woman, who had never met before, walked forward, gradually closing the distance until they reached out to each other.

"The Holy Light that shelters all things, look at this pair of ignorant people, they know nothing about love, they are full of anxiety about the future, but they stand here today, about to face all the difficulties and dangers of the future together.

Will you love each other forever, in good times and bad, rich and poor, healthy or sick, joyful or sorrowful, in your future?

Will they cherish each other, respect each other, believe in each other, take care of each other, and be loyal to each other? ”

It's a vow that almost everyone knows, but underneath this is a kind of magic that looks down on all things, and it seems that if you give a simple response, you will really be with each other forever!

The music seems to be prepared for this moment, a huge melodious undulation, to pull all the emotions to the extreme, just waiting for both sides to say the extremely simple word.

“.”

“.”

However, this time there was a silence.

The man and woman standing face to face on the stage were looking at each other, they seemed to be hesitating about something, and when they saw that no one spoke, they couldn't help but be shocked, and then even more shocked.

It was at this moment that His Royal Highness the Holy Son seemed to suddenly raise his head, and his tall and completely untouched body unexpectedly bloomed with a certain momentum, and in front of everyone's eyes, he resolutely turned around and walked to the side of the stage.

Everyone was dumbfounded, and countless people in the audience watched this scene, but no one dared to make a sound.

Until Moriarty was about to step off the stage, fortunately, the [Holy Light Temple] who served the Holy Light was not in the Holy See, or the entire empire had a transcendent status, and the great priest sent by it could be regarded as having seen a big scene, and was the first to react: "His Royal Highness? ”

He asked a question in the lightest of tones, and at the same time, his dependents gathered directly together, erected a human wall, and barricaded His Highness the Holy Son on the stage.

Of course, His Royal Highness the weak Holy Son couldn't push away the crowd, and Moran also panicked, but these dependents had already dedicated their lives to the Holy Light, and unless they were killed and their bodies thrown out, it would never be possible for this group of guys to get out of the way.

Moriarty frowned, finding that he was blocked, he was a little angry, but for the time being, he was helpless, subconsciously looked at the audience, and suddenly he saw the guy in the crowd wearing a long trench coat, and a feeling of unhappiness came to his heart, at his wedding, this guy didn't know how to dress solemnly?!

"What are you bastards watching, find a way to help me!" He was even more angry!

"Huh?" Sherlock was stunned.

"Help me! Don't you always boast that your brain is better than mine! Then hurry up and show it."

Seeing that Sherlock did not act immediately, His Highness the Holy Son glared with great majesty, and then tried to suppress his throat as much as possible, and said in a voice that was extremely angry but did not want too many people to hear:

"No matter how I say it, I'm also the Holy Son of the Holy See, don't fucking let me beg you!"

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