Sherlock's mouth widened slightly in shock

He was not a man who was good at surprise, because he knew that many things could be explained by reason, and he had been surprised by his dreams, and he had been surprised by the tentacle sun in the sky, and that was something he could not understand.

And at this moment, the scene in front of him also made him incomprehensible.

This feeling is extremely strange, he can not only see the perspective that fell from the sky, at this moment he can still see the ward in front of him, and he can also see the white quilt, Lord Nightingale is next to the bed, but at the same time, Moran's body that seems to be almost inactive is also in his mind, and the two are not strangely in conflict with each other.

'What's going on?' ’

Sherlock thought subconsciously

And with this thought of him, the emergency room in his mind suddenly disappeared, and then he saw the endless mountains, and he became a wisp of wind, rushing all the way down the ridge of the towering snow-capped mountains, and in a short time he came to a town, and the brook passed by the edge of the town, and the children were playing in the water, and he saw the fire, and the wood in the fireplace was burning, and he saw the old man buying wine, and he saw a drop of dew on a green leaf, and he saw the stars in the clear night sky.

He saw too many things, these things may appear one by one, or they may rush into his mind at the same time, even with his thinking ability, he feels a little unbearable, but he doesn't know how to stop, he can only let countless information like the tide rises and falls, wave after wave of washing his consciousness, what is more terrifying is that he feels that a long time has passed, but on the contrary, he still has a real perspective, so he knows that time has only passed two or three seconds

This time gap made his senses feel extremely painfully torn, and he even suspected that if he was a normal person, he might faint under this kind of wash, or even simply go crazy!

until

"Are you really okay?"

A voice sounded in his ears, and at this moment, all the information in his mind suddenly disappeared, and Sherlock suddenly returned to normal at this moment, and he didn't react quickly, and then, he gasped a few times, and looked at Nightingale, who was looking at him with some concern:

"I" he hesitated, thinking that he couldn't be suffering from paranoia or something.

However, he didn't really say this idea, because he could vaguely feel that the situation just now seemed to represent.

I have finally entered the second stage of the contractor.

At the same time, twelve kilometers away, a large general hospital.

It's the one Sherlock had just seen when he came down from the sky.

The entire hospital was closed at this time, and the guards of the Knightly Messenger Order around it were constantly patrolling, and all the doctors and nurses in the original hospital were dismissed, and now stationed inside was the personal medical team of His Highness the Holy Son.

However, at this time, the people in these teams did not gather around His Highness the Holy Son, but all gathered around a maid.

This maid was the most seriously injured among those who survived the disaster.

Even, she can already be divided into the ranks of the dead.

The injuries on the body were completely irreversible, the organs were almost exhausted, the nerves in the limbs did not know how many segments had been broken, and there were many more injuries, but there was no way to divide them, because these injuries had long exceeded the limit of what a human could bear.

Outside the window, Moriarty's expression was very calm, but he had been standing motionless in front of the window for two hours, and except for a few violent coughs in the middle, his eyes barely took off the miserable body on the other side of the glass.

Countless people were busy, countless medicines and utensils were applied to Moran, a brass device was buckled to her chest, and the slightly trembling dial represented that the heart was still beating faintly.

"It's been so many days, and it's still not improving?" Moriarty asked without any emotion.

A doctor on the side hesitated for a moment and slowly spoke: "Miss Moran's injuries are extremely serious, we have stopped the bleeding for her, and all the organs have been treated with the most perfect treatment that can be done so far. But the excessive blood loss, coupled with the prolonged overload of the battle, has put her heart into a state of irreversible decay, which cannot be used with repair solutions."

"I want to hear the results." Moriarty interrupted the other party and asked coldly.

"The result is. She's going to die."

Moriarty's expression did not change, but he did not speak, just remained silent, and looked at the maiden servant in front of him without blinking.

Not long ago, he had spoken to Miss Nightingale, but. Because of the long journeys of the past few days, the healing of the sick, and the whole night of fugitives, of course, the greatest possibility was in those five minutes in the metal barrier, in short, Miss Nightingale could not use her healing powers again in the short term, and she even injected a stimulant for this purpose, despite the dissuasion, but to no avail.

All. It all seems to be arranged by fate.

In his life, Moriarty never believed in fate, otherwise he would not have been conceited that he was a savior, and it would be impossible for him to frantically escape from the venue of the Day of Divine Love under the gaze of countless people.

He has always felt that fate can be changed.

But at this moment, he looked at the tremor detector that was fading a little, and finally felt the powerlessness that came from the bottom of his heart.

He could only look at it, and finally, the beating watch stopped.

At this moment, a trace of panic flashed in Moriarty's eyes, and he had never felt such panic when he was corrupted by the Divine Comedy in the British Library.

"What does this mean?"

He didn't know why he was asking, of course he knew that it meant that the heart had stopped beating, could it be that he had become the kind of ridiculous person who tried to deceive himself?

"Your Highness, you should rest."

Next to him, a doctor said tentatively.

In an instant, this sentence was like having a physical body, and it pounced on Moriarty ferociously, but it was not to his ears, but to his throat, and then frantically drilled into his trachea and pierced into his lungs, which made him start to cough in pain, and his entire chest seemed to be hit by countless shrapnel, and even made him can't help but cover his chest, staggering, clenching his teeth so that he didn't burst out of that extremely painful cry!

"Moran. He's dead? ”

He looked at the other end of the window, the calm but bloodstained face, thinking about their first encounter, the companionship of not much communication for more than ten years, the growth of the two together, thinking of those sleepless nights, the other party was also standing quietly outside the study, thinking of them riding in a carriage, thinking of the umbrella that the other party held for himself, countless thoughts turned into a marquee with only the two of them, at the moment when Moran died, It seems that he is also following the other party to recall these long but fleeting scenes. And the kiss that didn't move under that light.

However, at this moment, Moriarty's memories suddenly swept over a person who had nothing to do with this situation.

The old-timer who had a relationship with him by the river.

At the same time, he thought of the other party's words.

This sentence was seen by Moriarty at the time, as a bargaining chip with himself, but when he thought about it now, it seemed to have some kind of unpredictable prophetic hint.

The old man said. My heart stopped beating for 430 seconds!!

Moriarty jerked his head up!

"Find a way to contact the challenger for next year's castling ceremony. Dr. Franklin. ”

"What?"

An entourage next to him couldn't help but be stunned, he didn't follow His Highness the Holy Son's train of thought at all, and even felt that he had heard it wrong, but as a professional, he still responded quickly:

"But Your Highness, the Transposition Ceremony is one of the most important meetings within the Imperial Government, and at this time, wouldn't it be a little unusual for us to contact Dr. Franklin?"

The man was very dedicated to reminding His Highness the Holy Son, but suddenly, he couldn't say it anymore.

Because he saw that His Highness the Holy Son's extremely angry eyes only looked at each other for a moment, he no longer dared to have any superfluous nonsense, and immediately lowered his head sharply and responded:

"Yes! Let's do it! ”

(End of chapter)