How reluctant, how ridiculous and unbelievable.

But everything was eventually united by the Reich and the Holy See, and it was buried with the terrifying suppression of public opinion.

During Nightingale's stay in London, a massive murder of the Holy See Son broke out in the heart of the city, which could not have been shocked, even alarmed, and even more terrifying.

So, in the end, it was all described as an air accident, a tragedy caused by the disrepair of the steam turbine, which happened to be carrying more than the maximum weight of the transport.

It caused some turmoil, but it was better than the truth sounded, and it was easier to explain.

A large air transport company was thoroughly investigated, countless denunciations of the company appeared in the newspapers, and many imperial citizens were invected, almost all the company's top executives were arrested, and all the people passing through the entire air route were also implicated, among which, naturally, many people were sentenced to death.

In short, this is what the people see, and in order to appease the anger of the citizens of the Empire, the number of people involved in this disaster and the punishment have been escalating, as long as the anger has not been extinguished, it has been escalating, and even the top of the Empire's transportation department has ushered in a batch of bloody bloodshed.

Of course, this is also what the people see, after all, they can only see the newspapers!

As the editor-in-chief of the "Holy Journal" said at a reception:

"If you want people to see what the empire looks like, then write it in the newspapers. If you want people to see what the empire is 'real', write it in some newspaper that doesn't seem to have time to be revised, publish it, and then panic and say it's wrong. ”

In short, after only a week of sketching and guiding, this massive catastrophe, which killed and injured 20,000 people, was portrayed in a different way.

And in those places of light and darkness that the public could not see, the real investigation into the largest murder ever committed was still ongoing.

The government's supreme inspectorate and the Inquisition of the Holy See showed an almost inhuman resoluteness at this moment, and the inhuman screams in the terrifying [Blood Prison] hidden in the Black Coles Mountains barely stopped for a second.

Under this resolute pursuit, naturally many things have surfaced, but at the same time, there is another force that is constantly cutting off these clues on the water.

For example, the Zeppelins actually took off in the Bohemian administrative region, and the take-off location was a lifting area that had not yet been officially put into use.

However, when the members of the Department of Adjudication went to the location, they found that all those who had the possibility of participating that day had disappeared or died in their homes.

On the giant island of Odilia, 12 priests died in an accident overnight, and the rotating ship of the airport crew suddenly sank in the vast sea in the early hours of the next day.

And a professional education officer named 'Imani Maitiniyaz' was pushed to the forefront of the investigation, only to find out that this is a real orphan, who had an awakening dream when he was 13 years old, and was only picked up by the Holy See from the welfare home, and his colleagues don't know why he appeared in London on that day, let alone who he has been in contact with recently, and all the records of the phone number at home in half a year are all blank!

The only thing that can be regarded as some gain is that the welfare home where this person was located back then was also in the Bohemian administrative district.

But no one knows what that means.

All the clues seem to be being cut off one by one, precisely, quickly, and leaving no trace of back. If you think about it rationally, of course, the death of the Holy Son is the most beneficial for the people of the government, after all, these two forces have been fighting for countless years, but this hat is too big, and no one dares to casually buckle it on another party without conclusive evidence, and moreover, a large part of the people involved in this matter come from within the Holy See.

The more you check, the more people die

A departing high priest hanged himself in his home, the whereabouts of the head of the ruling department of the Holy See are unknown, and even an archbishop died at the hands of his wife in his manor, while the woman, who had always shown her gentleness, jumped from the bell tower of the manor and became a blooming blood flower on the ground.

In the midst of this kind of hard-hitting investigation and resistance, someone finally made a bold suggestion——— whether or not to contact the people of the Holy Light Temple.

Pray to the all-knowing, omnipotent light to put an end to this mad murder.

This proposal was immediately put on the agenda, however, after five full days of communication and arrangement, the people in the Holy See finally contacted the Temple of Light, but what they got was indeed rejected without thinking.

In fact, it is understandable when you think about it.

It's just that 20,000 people have died, and it's not that the Holy Son is really dead, how can this little thing bother the Holy Light?

Moreover, if you want to communicate with the Holy Light, how many divine servants need to pay how much hardship and pain before you dare to face the great Holy Light, if during this period, if one or two divine servants die because they can't stand the divine pressure of the divine light, then how much effort and time will it take to cultivate additional divine servants.

Is all this really worth more than the tens of thousands of people who died?

So in this way, all the investigations inevitably gradually fell into the quagmire.

And during these days, Sherlock was surprisingly calm.

Whether in reality or in hell, he is calm and excessive, in fact, he doesn't know what happened in reality, he doesn't know that almost half a month has passed, and he doesn't know where he is now.

Because in hell he found that he couldn't wake up

It's like he can no longer have a sense of the real world, and it can even be said that the world is completely like a dream that he has just woken up, and the real world is actually what he looks like in front of him, barren, dilapidated, and decaying.

He tried to summon the black horse made of ashes but no response, he tried to tease the tentacles, but nothing responded.

Everything under their control fell into an extremely strange state, as if they were also falling into some kind of slumber that they could not wake up to.

In this way, Sherlock walked aimlessly, or simply sat on a rock, passing the time idly, he wanted to see the Thames in hell, but he could not seem to walk there, and the distances that were not too far seemed to be suddenly unreachable.

So, most of the time, he could only stand in the middle of an intersection, with his head up, looking at the sun.

That's right, at this moment, the sun opened its eyes again, and kept them open, staring at the tiny human being far away, without the slightest intention of closing.

And this time, Sherlock no longer had the near-death pain of the last time they looked at each other, and the two lines of vision converged without obstruction.

Until I don't know how long it was.

A tentacle slowly descends from the vast expanse of the universe toward the ground.

It seemed to be a finger, cautiously, trying to touch the blood-colored city.

And the closer you get to the ground, the tinkering tip of the tentacle becomes, and eventually, it is as thick as a finger.

At the same time, the tentacle also stopped at a position almost a few tens of centimeters in front of Sherlock, motionless, as if poured into a certain moment, and this distance was exactly where Sherlock stretched out his hand and straightened his index finger, just enough to reach.

Sherlock didn't know what that meant, but he didn't seem to have much else to do right now, and his innate curiosity drove him to slowly raise his hand

Approaching, approaching, until at last for a moment, a human finger gently touched the tentacle that spread from far away in the sky.

Theoretically, it was Sherlock who finally touched the sun in the sky for the first time, the eye that looked at everything.

In an instant, it seemed that the whole world was shaken, those sleeping tentacles were awakened, the whole hell began to hiss, and a beam of light exploded in an instant at that touch point!!

Boom. Then there was a slow and long silence

At the same time, in the real world, at the top of the highest mountain in the entire empire, the temple of holy light stood in the midst of snow and cold winds that would not melt for ten thousand years.

A divine servant pushed open a door made of gold in a panic, and his eyes were terrified like never before!

(End of chapter)