I don't know if it was fate, or if the history of mankind should have been the way it was, but when the steaming gas had made the first turn of the wheel, London seemed to have begun to rush in the direction of the fog, and there was a tendency to send the whole city into a huge furnace full of dust.

Anyway, this is the case in London, the evening wind blows through the wide streets, through the deep alleys, through the dense elevated roads and light railways, and through the sleepy-eyed men and women, without knowing where they came from, only watching them walk into the vague and absurd night.

Sherlock sat in the carriage, the carriage drove in the snow, the snow irrigated the huge city under the thick sky, London at night was shining dimly, some people stood under the lamplight, smoking cigarettes, holding the newspaper in their hands that had been busy all day and had not had time to read, and then opened their mouths in shock by the report above, the cigarette fell to the ground, and quickly picked it up and put it in their mouths again, but they didn't know that a carriage passed by, and the man in it had all this in his eyes.

Soon, the carriage came to the edge of the city, far from the living quarters, the street lights became scarce, and the huge steam engine and concrete buildings in the line of sight stood like a demon, giving people a real pressure on the visuals, but also a hint of awe.

After a few more minutes, the carriage drove into a steel jungle made of steam pipes, and after a long twist and turn, a huge structure came into view.

"There are a total of 72 factories around the city of London, after screening, this factory is more suitable, there is a lower space to place power supply equipment, do not worry about the energy problem of the machine, there is a dormitory at the back of the factory, can be connected to a dedicated material transportation channel, enough for the experimenters to live until two months later, the most important thing is that it is more secret."

Sherlock listened as he followed the carriage into the shadow of the factory, the heavy steel gates rising upward, and the gas lamps on both sides brought a momentary change of light and shade, illuminating the road ahead a little dazzlingly. It seems that this is the main battlefield between the Holy See and Augustine the Great in the next two months.

"What, you bought this factory?"

Sitting across from them was a slightly chubby man, with an overly tough face, a thick beard, a slight frown between his eyebrows, and his staring eyes constantly scrutinizing between Sherlock and Hopkins, quite majestic, but it was evident from his bloodshot cheeks that this guy had just drunk a lot of alcohol.

"Yes, the entire factory has been bought, the London council has approved it, the money has been paid, and the severance pay for factory workers is of the highest standard." Hopkins Road.

Of course, they can't directly use the identity of the Holy See to take over this factory, and at this time in time, no matter what they do, they should pay attention to some secrecy.

But this also led to the time being too rushed, the approval and secrecy measures of the London city took time to operate, many paper documents were not issued, and the big event of buying an entire factory was naturally not a phone call.

In short, the person in charge of the factory in front of him looked at the expropriation bill that did not even have a government seal, and his face was suspicious

"If I'm not mistaken, the paper will be delivered early tomorrow morning." Sherlock looked at the expression of the person in charge in front of him, and said politely: "I know that it is indeed a little difficult to ask you to move out overnight now, but my request is very simple, I just want a factory tonight, it needs to be clean and dust-free, away from the tuyere, away from the production line and fire source, and that's enough." ”

In fact, just like what I just said, as long as it takes a few more hours, this factory can be taken over naturally, but the team that escorts the [Soul Detection Device] should be in place, if it is unsurprising, it may be an hour later, the Life Science Institute will pick up the goods and get on the car, so Sherlock wants to transfer the machine by distorting the sun as soon as possible, after all, if the group of escorts is allowed to go out of their own field, it will be difficult.

However, the person in charge of the factory in front of him is obviously an overly stubborn and very hard-line old-school radical, and he doesn't know what he has endured in his nearly 50-year career.

"I have been in this factory for decades, and my parents are also employees of the factory, so I have never heard of rumors that the factory has been sold.

Before the written documents come down, it's not good to say anything. ”

He leaned his chubby body back into his chair and began to fiddle with the ashtray on the table.

"I said, we just want a factory." Sherlock said it again.

"There are no spare factories anymore. You can't go, if you don't go, I'll call the security guard! ”

The person in charge of the plant still has a condescending tone.

Sherlock looked at the other party quietly, then turned to Hopkins next to him and said, "Can't you show your identity, let this guy kneel directly in front of you, and then obediently obey?" ”

Hopkins was also a little embarrassed: "I'm sorry, I said I wanted to keep it secret." ”

In fact, Sherlock knows that secrecy is a very important part, after all, the factory will not move, if the location is really exposed, in case another airship comes from the sky one day, then who can stand it.

And in the next second.

"Why aren't you leaving?"

The fat person in charge shouted, and then burped, as if he suddenly remembered some old past, and the expression on his face became even more angry:

"Hehe, that's really interesting.

I'm almost 50 years old, and I can be regarded as a bit of an eye-catcher, judging by the tone of your speech, it should be a bit of a papal background

Oh, don't pretend, you're actually a servant of some clergyman, aren't you?

Otherwise, how could it be possible to suddenly buy such a large factory? ”

He looked like he had already seen through everything:

"I said that you high-ranking old men are really interesting, when the demons invaded, our factory lasted a day and a night, just hoping that a clergy with dozens of servants would suddenly appear. When my parents died, they told me that if we waited, someone would come to save me, but as a result, more than 100 people were gnawed to death, and in the end, no one came.

Now it's good to let you go, but you won't go.

So, it's not enough for the people below us to give offerings?

Not enough to go to church every day? ”

This old person in charge doesn't know his name, and he doesn't know what he has experienced in his life, he is like a commoner who can be seen everywhere on the street, he may feel that most of the civilians in the eyes of the Holy See personnel are clustered forward to worship sincerely, and his cold-eyed figure will be blocked tightly, and he has rarely been paid attention to.

In fact, that's exactly what it looks like

And today, it seems that he has finally waited for an opportunity to complain in nearly 50 years of life, so as he spoke, he found a channel to vent, and this venting came suddenly, so that Hopkins couldn't help but be silent.

I saw him stand up, and his eyes seemed to see a newspaper on the table, and he copied it:

"You see, in a temporary court yesterday, someone killed the vice president in court!

It's all to the point of lawlessness.

The vice president of the Academy of Life Sciences provoked whoever he wanted, and he was killed in court!

It's ridiculous! ”

After speaking, he swallowed his saliva:

"Also, three months ago, that airship crash.

Can an airship fall directly into the crowd?!

Didn't anyone notice that big guy when he fell from the sky? Didn't anyone evacuate the crowd?

What about our security administration in London, the White Thorn security company that claims to be protecting the safety of the people day and night?

The people inside are all asleep! ”

Just said this

"Sir, I understand that you have some resentment towards the Holy See, and I actually think that the Holy See has done a very bad job in many things, but there are also some things that are not necessarily what you see."

A voice interrupted the other's words, but it was not Hopkins who said it, but Watson, who had been standing quietly by the wall of this room just now, but he didn't know when he suddenly came over.

And the person in charge in front of him looked Watson up and down, and finally his eyes stayed on the other party's face, probably subconsciously thinking that the owner of this face should be the son of a noble family, so there was some disdain in his tone.

"Not what I see?

Hahaha, I can see it clearly, so many people have died, am I blind, those guys who keep saying that they maintain law and order, aren't they guilty? In the dead of night every day, can they sleep soundly with a large amount of salary paid every month?!! ”

Watson's eyes narrowed slightly:

"Maybe I shouldn't be on the opposite side of you, but I think those people probably had their own troubles at the time, and it was not that they didn't want to help, but they couldn't do it, so I beg you to retract what you just said."

"Trouble? Hehe, what trouble can they have? A bunch of idiots who just say they won't do"

"Click-" with a crisp sound.

The voice of the person in charge of the factory in front of him, who was shouting loudly, stopped abruptly, and was replaced by an extremely strange scream.

Because the ashtray on the table has been firmly in the other party's mouth.

Watson was still gentle and elegant, but the movements in his hands did not hesitate at all, of course he didn't care about the evaluation of the people of the empire for the Holy See, even if someone scolded the Holy Light, it had nothing to do with him, but the words of the man in front of him reminded him of some old people, and remembered the blood that was slightly coagulated in the door:

"Sorry, I just. Somewhat angry."

After reading it again, the last sentence is indeed a bit hypocritical, but that's it, I just wrote it in my head, I don't want to whitewash the Holy See, and I don't want to discredit the government, I think every force is doing what it should do, the only one who has selfish desires, only Augustine the Great is alone But then again, after having power, how can there be no selfish desires, and when I am powerful, I play more than anyone else.

(End of chapter)