This is a big old room, but it is very clean, the surrounding walls are glowing from white to yellow, because the leaves outside the window are blocked, so that the little sunlight can not pass through the window freely, so in broad daylight, the gas lamp is turned on.

"Whew."

With the small hum of the mechanical friction accompanied by the inflow and exit of gas, Sherlock turned his head slightly, and then saw the large automatic oxygen cylinder common in this era, which was a man high, placed on the wall, like a large bomb that could explode at any moment, the cyan paint on it had already fallen off most of it, and a palm-sized dial at the top was connected to a rubber tube that extended to the oxygen mask on his face.

It was clear that Sherlock was in a hospital at the moment, and there was a table by the window not far from him. Lying on his stomach was a man.

Woman

She was sleeping, like the students in math class in all the schools the empire had built, her arms folded as pillows, lying on a book, her face turned sideways, her mouth breathing softly, rhythmically.

But the woman in front of her was certainly not a student, but a doctor, wearing a clean but obviously old white coat, as if this was the norm of her usual dress, the cuffs and collar were meticulously arranged, the long hair was firmly coiled up at the back of the head, and a few naughty strands of hair broke free from the restraints and hung down to the tip of the nose, leaving a trace of mottled shadow on the white and crystal skin.

Not long ago, Sherlock finally saw Nightingale in reality, and as a human with vision and normal cognition, he was naturally shocked by the beauty of that moment, but then experienced the most terrifying disaster in history.

He began to flee

During the whole escape, he must not have had the heart to look at this extremely beautiful woman again.

And at this moment, this woman is under the interweaving of sparse sunlight and gas lamps, her face is sideways, so close to herself, and her eyelashes are sometimes slightly trembling, in this picture, she inexplicably has a thrilling visual impact, but fortunately, this thrilling is only acting on aesthetics and vision for the time being, so Sherlock was not touched by the beauty of this moment, causing her to be stunned on the spot.

He could even take a look at the book under her, with some anatomical atlases drawn on it. Is she reading?

In this world, His Excellency Nightingale, who has the most powerful medical ability, still needs to read books?

I remember that Watson said before that the road of medicine is not easy to follow, and it seems that he is not blind.

Just as I was thinking about it, suddenly, the door of the room was pushed open, and a staggering figure walked in, it was Parthenope, who was still carrying the large, somewhat excessive backpack at this time, as if she were going to sleep, with a bandage on her forehead, and a few bandages on her wrists and arms, but she obviously didn't care very much.

After pushing the door open, she saw Nightingale dozing on the table, so she walked over naturally, and then slapped her ass hard without hesitation.

"Ahh

Nightingale was startled, immediately woke up, and then looked at her maid with a very angry expression: "What are you doing?!" ”

"As you said, when you see you lazy while studying, wake you up." Partenope said like no one else, not looking like a maid at all, and even learned the tone of his own lady: "Ahhh

Nightingale was even more angry, glaring at her good-looking eyes: "Then you can't use a gentler method?"

"Okay, okay, isn't this a way to break away your sleepiness, you see how good the effect is, and I'm afraid of a fart, and no one can see it." Nopo spread his hands indifferently and just wanted to say something more.

Then, I saw Sherlock looking at him.

I couldn't help but be stunned.

Nightingale also seemed to notice that something was wrong, and looked to the side, so that the three of them looked at each other, and the room fell silent for a long time

A few minutes later.

"So, you saved me?" Sherlock asked, lying on the bed, a little weakly.

"Of course." Nopa took the initiative to interject: "Speaking of which, you have to thank me, at that time, Miss and I got lost, there was fire everywhere, and I couldn't tell the direction at all, but fortunately, I saw a church in the distance, and it seemed that there were not many gas pipes that exploded along the way, so I hurried to run in that direction, and I found you, otherwise you would definitely die there." ”

As he spoke, Nopa tilted his head proudly, as if waiting for the other party's thanks.

But suddenly, she seemed to recall something, and her momentum suddenly weakened a little.

Because she remembered the horrific scene in that church. There was a smell of blood everywhere, and there was splashing blood all over the ground, and the man in front of him was not at all like now, lying quietly on the hospital bed, looking like he was addicted to smoking, but he could only persist with a bitter face.

He was at that time. It's more like a demon that is terrifying to the extreme

Covered in blood, holding a beating heart in his hand, the whole person is happy and excited, as if he is enjoying the excitement brought by the blood around him.

After following the young lady for so long, Nopa has naturally seen those extremely tough characters, and even seen the battle heroes who were transported back from the front line and waiting for treatment. But she had never seen anyone like this.

a sick man, a butcher; A depressed smoker, a bloodthirsty madman.

These two contrasts made Nopa feel a burst of horror, she subconsciously restrained some arrogant temper, and closed her mouth.

And Nightingale next to him was actually frightened by the scene at that time, such blood and internal organs, like stuffing mixed together, who would not be afraid. Moreover, everything is explained that this gentleman, who claims to be a detective, is actually a tough and murderous character.

She didn't know why such a person would appear by the Son's side, and she didn't know why the Son seemed to attach great importance to him

Anyway, at that moment Miss Nightingale decided to save him!

And of course, saving him is not because of the relationship between this man and the Holy Son, but simply because he is a doctor and meets a person who can be saved, of course, he can't pretend not to see it; Moreover, it was the man in front of him who took himself away from the disaster, and for this reason, he also took the initiative to appear in front of a big demon, no matter what his intentions were, in short, if it wasn't for him, he would have died a long time ago, so he had to save the other party.

"How are you feeling?" Nightingale asked.

"It hurts, but I shouldn't die." Sherlock's tone seemed satisfied: "But don't you have the ability to heal, why don't you help me recover from my injuries by the way?" ”

Nightingale smiled bitterly: "It's not that I don't do it, it's that I can't do it. Didn't I say before, the ability to heal can't be used all the time, and I should be in the period of 'exhaustion' now, otherwise, you wouldn't have been lying in the hospital bed for so long. ”

"I see." Sherlock nodded, and a slight movement involved a sharp pain: "But thank you, how is that kid Moriarty?" ”

"I just contacted the hospital that the Holy See requisitioned this morning, and His Highness the Holy Son has regained consciousness, but because the smoke and dust have entered the deep cavity of the lungs, he is still coughing."

"Oh." Sherlock nodded, then hesitated, and finally asked, "What about his maid?" ”

Speaking of this, Miss Nightingale in front of her seemed to be silent for a moment, her expression was a little lonely, and she seemed to blame herself a little

Sherlock also fell silent, in fact, this result can be imagined, a human being, even if he is a third-order contractor, it is impossible to survive under the hands of a third-order demon

"So Moran, after all, it's still dead."

He thought to himself.

But the moment this idea came to mind, suddenly! He flew!!

No, of course, Sherlock couldn't really fly, but at this moment, a vision appeared in his mind, from above the sky!

Sherlock was momentarily blindsided, and he felt like he was starting to fall with this perspective, faster and faster, like a drop of rain, through the clouds, through the distance between the sky and the ground, and then crashing into the sky above a hospital that looked so large.

However, the rain did not shatter on the top floor of the hospital, but went straight through it, then over the ceiling, over an entire floor, and over the floor of this floor, and continued to fall, and fall, until it fell into what looked like an emergency room.

Suddenly, it stopped. This perspective was silently suspended, and in front of it was a body covered in scars, countless scars and bruises covering almost every inch of its skin, and countless instruments were operating around, and countless people were busy around her

The bruised body had its eyes closed.

Sherlock knew this man as Moran.

(End of chapter)