Of course, His Highness the Holy Son couldn't ask for help, he just used an angry tone to give someone in the audience the right to help him!

Yes, it is a giving, not a supplication! No matter how much it sounds like a prayer, it can't be a prayer, but a gift that is not easy to understand!!

It's just that his voice is a little too low.

But no matter how small it is, it can't really be heard by only two people.

Some of the people in the audience also heard His Highness the Holy Son's words, and they turned their heads in shock and looked around, trying to find out in the crowd who His Highness the Holy Son was talking to!

But after accidentally catching a glimpse of the angry eyes of His Highness on the stage, they all quickly pretended not to hear anything, and turned their attention to their fingers or the tips of their shoes.

As for the saint on the stage. She definitely didn't need to pretend that nothing had happened, she actually wanted to leave at some point, but reason overcame impulse until she realized that it was the man in front of her who ran first!

Although they are all running, running by yourself and running with each other is not the same thing!

And is it that he just said that he called out someone's name?

Sherlock, who was standing at the bottom of the high platform, felt that his brain hurt, and he rubbed his eyebrows, thinking to himself that you kid was messing around by himself, why did you bring me with you?

But when he saw the anger of the little man on the stage, the shock of the people around him and the saint, the panic and worry of Moran, and the thought of the centuries-old tradition of the Day of Sacred Love, he suddenly thought it was quite interesting.

After a moment of thought, he suddenly laughed, but immediately disguised himself as if he was in danger.

"What are you doing! Didn't you hear the order of His Highness the Son? He shouted coldly.

This voice relieved all the security personnel around the venue, but they didn't know who to listen to for a while, one was the traditional customs of the Holy Love Day, and the other was the order of His Royal Highness the Holy Son, and both sides had to listen to their words, and neither side could offend.

So chaos broke out at this moment, some people began to push the crowd, wanting to help His Highness the Holy Son, but some people tried their best to block it, and some people were blinded, so they could only choose neutrality, standing in place and shouting: "Don't push!" Don't mess around! Stop it! Priest Thompson was like that, but no one could have listened to him.

In the midst of the confusion, Sherlock had already made a few strides to the stage, and at the same time, some tentacles came out of the shadows that could not be illuminated by the light, curling the legs of several dependents, and all of them were swishing and dragging to the unknown place.

He looked at Moriarty: "Why are you stunned, let's go!" ”

Moriarty didn't talk much, with a certain complication, he didn't want to admit it, but he did look at Sherlock with a grateful look, and then resolutely rushed to the exit.

"Tsk, the big guy is crazy, it's really much more interesting than the average person." He laughed, and was about to leave, when he was stopped by a voice.

There was also a clear irritation in the voice, and Sherlock followed the voice and saw Mrs. Hudson, who was now called Her Highness the Holy Maiden, and in short, she walked towards him angrily.

"What the hell is going on?" She asked, glaring, as if Sherlock had defaulted on her rent for half a year.

"Ah, that's a long story."

The landlady seems to have tears in her eyes, her emotions are extremely complicated now, birthday, wedding, identity, father, brother, tenant, favorite person, etc., etc., a few days ago, he was still an ordinary girl waiting for her 20th birthday, but at this moment, she is experiencing the most complicated scene in the world, she seems to be crying to vent the emotions in her heart, but at this moment, she just stares at the man in front of her, like a lioness on the verge of anger: "So, you let me stand here like this?" ”

"Huh?"

"I say! You two big men are making a fuss like this, and then you're going to throw me here, a woman, in front of so many people?! ”

"Ah, I'm sorry!" Sherlock immediately understood the other party's words, and quickly grabbed the other party's hand in a remedial manner, and fled the venue.

Mrs. Hudson removed her long skirt, pulled off her veil, and kicked off her crystal-encrusted shoes, with Sherlock dragging herself in front and herself running behind, a sight that reminded her of the first time they met. It's just that at that moment, he was dragging him.

In short, in just a few minutes, only the Grand Priest of the Temple of Light was left on the high platform, he was very old, he came to London from the Temple of Light, the altitude difference and the bumps along the way made him tired, looking at the chaos in front of him, he didn't show too much anger, on the contrary, he seemed to find it a little funny, and found that no one was paying attention to him, so he simply found a small box with musical instruments and sat in the corner:

"Haha, I'm really too old to understand the world of young people."

He muttered, and couldn't help but think of the person who had just run up to the stage, saying that the person who could make the Holy Son open his mouth to ask for help was definitely not simple, but looking at the attitude of the Holy Maiden towards him, it seemed that the young man was even more unsimple than not simple.

The chaos in the field continued, and the figure who jumped on the high platform just now shocked many people, but all reasonable people knew that in this case, the more they saw, the more troublesome they were, so they were all extremely scheming not to ask each other, but just firmly remembered that figure in their hearts.

Soon, the situation spread outside the church, and many people did not know what was happening, but they heard that His Highness the Son and the Holy Maiden seemed to be in danger and were taken away.

How did you take it? Why did you take it away? I don't know, just look for it anyway!

As a result, the bewildered security guards began to search everywhere, while Sherlock dragged his landlord to the top floor of the church.

Here, he saw Moriarty and his maid, who also ran to the very top.

"Why are you both here?" Sherlock asked.

Moriarty looked at Sherlock, and then looked blankly at the saint beside him, and he didn't know how many thoughts flashed in his mind in a moment, he felt a little unable to keep up with his train of thought at this moment, when he was comfortable reading mathematical treatises for three days and three nights.

But fortunately, he put this matter behind him for the time being, and responded with great seriousness: "There are too many people below, so I can only run up." ”

"But what's next?" Mrs. Hudson certainly didn't bother too much, and asked anxiously.

"Then let's go up there." Sherlock said, picking up the saint, pushing open the window of the church bell tower and jumping out, the figure arcing in mid-air and falling to the roof across the street.

Moriarty looked through the window and saw Sherlock waving at him from the other side, signaling to hurry over.

He blinked, blinked, and turned to look at Moran behind him.

Moran looked a little panicked, thinking that he was going to run away on the roof with his master? Just like those thieves who steal things in the middle of the night, he said with some concern:

"But. . . Does this mean disrespect to you? ”

"You care about this now?!" Moriarty yelled in extreme annoyance: "When you turned over and took the quilt!" How can you not think of being disrespectful to me?! ”

(End of chapter)