Watson must have been angry

In fact, most of the time, he habitually maintains a peaceful and even quiet attitude towards most people, regardless of whether he pretends to be or not.

But Sherlock seemed to feel that just yesterday, after he came into contact with the officer named Baskerville, he talked a lot less.

It can be seen that he should be in a bad mood all the time.

As for the person in charge of the factory in front of him, in fact, in the final analysis, there is nothing wrong with him.

His parents died in the second demonic invasion, and the Holy See, to whom the whole family was devout, did not come to their aid.

Maybe at that time, all the forces of the Holy See were fighting against more terrible enemies, maybe in some invisible places, the corpses of the Holy Cult Army had already piled up, maybe on the shores of the Redk Strait, the plasma of countless people fused together, and was frozen by low temperatures, and it had already become a blood-colored river with ice crystals.

The government army's protection of the city was also in the most difficult moment, the large war machine could not be used at will in the hinterland of the empire, and most of the soldiers could only use their flesh and blood to stop those terrifying demons, some were seriously injured, and some died.

In fact, the whole world was not much different from the factory he was in at that time, but these were not important to the civilian uncle in front of him, because he could only see what was in front of him.

He was just a teenager at the time, and his parents were indeed dead, and there was really no one to save them.

Of course, commoners can't have the world in mind, their world is only a third of an acre in front of them, and no one would ask a factory worker to look at his relatives around him with the same eyes as the whole empire.

So when no one saves his world, he rightfully gets angry.

There is nothing wrong with the dead people of the Empire, and neither is the dead Imperial warriors.

So where exactly is the source of all this anger? What went wrong?

Is it a demon? Is it the system? Is it the scarcity of goods and wages? Is it military spending? Or is it that the information that says it is rotten is not equal?

In fact, Sherlock didn't know, and maybe Watson didn't either, so he pulled out the ashtray in the other's mouth, watched a tooth fall out of the other's mouth, and then listened to the painful wail, and bowed apologetically.

"I'm sorry, but like my partner said, he just needs a factory." Watson said lightly.

In fact, there are still some people in this world who want to try to change the world, if the person in charge of this factory can find a place that Sherlock wants within 10 minutes, then one day, if the world really becomes better, then he will undoubtedly contribute to this change.

However, he doesn't know how much power he has, and most civilians don't know what they can do for the world.

So the person in charge of the factory in front of him was just a little blind, he didn't know why the beautiful man in front of him would first knock out one of his teeth, and then apologize to himself, just like a schizophrenic patient.

So he still cursed, swallowed the blood oozing from between his teeth, pointed at Watson and roared, 'I'm going to kill you!' Something like that.

But the latter did not refute at all, but always looked at the other party with apologies, and this apology came from the heart.

Finally, 10 minutes later, Sherlock stood in front of a spacious factory and gave Watson a meaningful look.

"It seems that your relationship with those colleagues of White Thorn is not as cold as you say."

Watson squinted his eyes and smiled: "It's been a long time to raise flowers, and it will be distressing to see it wither, not to mention that those people are not bad. It's just that Thompson's daily prayer hours are a little too long. ”

“.” Sherlock was silent for a moment, and suddenly he realized that he seemed to be able to remember the faces of those people clearly.

Maybe it's because my memory is too good, after all, those are just people who meet in their own world, but they are all dead.

Those who were affected by the fall of the airship also died.

People's sadness or sorrow is a very strange emotion, for example, when their loved ones die, many people can't cry at all, just indifferent, but maybe a few days later, at an ordinary breakfast, they accidentally find that there is one less plate on the table, and they instantly collapse, and they can't stop crying.

Of course, Sherlock couldn't cry, but he still realized after realizing that those who died were not just an element in his own investigation of the case, of course they were not only the identity of the deceased, they all had their own lives, their own worlds, and their deaths brought more people grief and changed their lives. It's like the person in charge of the factory who has been depressed all his life.

"I suddenly realized that I was really doing something that could change the world." Sherlock laughed a little self-deprecatingly.

"yes, I realized it too." Watson responded.

At this time, he almost uncontrollably thought of a divination he had done in the alley opposite his home a long time ago.

The old beggar said that it was possible for him to change the world, and Sherlock was the opportunity to change the world

At the time, I thought this sentence was perfunctory, but now it seems that everything seems to have some signs.

"Okay, I'll go in for a while, and the guys will help me keep watch."

"What are you going to do?" This time it was Hopkins who asked the question, in fact, he had wanted to ask for a long time, but he never found the time.

"Didn't you say that I will transport the machine?"

With that, Sherlock walked in and closed the door to the warehouse.

At this moment, outside the factory, only Watson and Hopkins were left, and the two of them did not look at each other, but stood so quietly.

"Do you have a cigarette?" Watson asked suddenly.

"Sorry, but I'm not a big smoker."

"yes, I didn't smoke a lot before. But after getting to know this guy, I smoke a little once in a while, and if I continue to follow this posture, I may also become addicted to smoking after a while." Watson seemed to be recalling something, and said lightly: "Haven't you noticed that Sherlock has a kind of magic power, and he seems to be able to subtly change other people around him." ”

"Of course I found it, and that includes me." Hopkins let out a long sigh, with a look that he couldn't let go: "Oh my God, there was a murder in my courtroom, I can't believe it now, and I can't believe it. That afternoon, my teacher, the current judge of the trial court, called me, and instead of accusing me, he said that I was doing a good job and asked me to try to get along with this guy.

Hey."

He hung his head weakly, and his lips were chirping, feeling a little stiff on the tip of his tongue, and he couldn't help but think of the pungency of the cigarette called blues between his lips and teeth:

"Looks like I'm going to have to carry a box of cigarettes with me in the future."

Just said that.

"Whoa!" With a bang, the door in front of him was suddenly opened, and Sherlock walked out a little tiredly, twisting his stiff neck:

"What are you going to do tonight, are you coming to London for the first time, do you want to have a drink?"

He asked Hopkins.

The latter had a posture that didn't react, and he didn't know why the other party suddenly came with such a sentence: "That's not necessary, I'm a special envoy, there are a lot of things here, how can I have time." ”

"Oh, that's a pity."

"Wait a minute." Hopkins saw that the other party was about to leave, and hurriedly stopped: "Aren't you going to prepare for the delivery of that machine?" I think you should hurry up, after all, you have to hand over to the escort team over there, they move quickly, and if you miss it, it's hard to get in touch again. ”

"I'm done." Sherlock said, and then deliberately added: "Don't ask why, it's very troublesome to explain, anyway, you already see me as a monster, so whatever I do, you can just try to accept it." ”

After saying that, he glanced at Watson, meaning that he felt that there should be nothing to do here, and he was ready to leave.

Hopkins was stunned for a second, and then understood the other party's words: "Hehe, what strange things to say." ”

He didn't understand the joke in the other party's joke, so he whispered helplessly.

And that's when .

His gaze accidentally crossed the other's shoulders and then. It seems that in the middle of the factory building behind him, there is a huge outline.

Hopkins heard a distinct 'poof' in his ears, the sound of his heart twitching vigorously.

He immediately walked to the door of the factory, and then looked at the huge machine inside that was extremely complex and silent for a long time, before he turned his head sharply, and then saw Sherlock and Watson walking outside.

"Wait a minute!"

"Huh?" Sherlock looked back, "Anything else?" ”

"Nothing, nothing." Of course, Hopkins still had a lot to ask, and his stomach was almost full of question marks, but in the end he just shook his head, and felt that it seemed useless to ask more:

"In a few days, the equipment is complete, where can I find you?"

"Baker Street, 221B." Sherlock walked forward and said, "I can't find it, just find a police officer, mention my name, and they'll show you to me."

Then, he added in a whisper: "Of course, you'd better hold the other party in advance, otherwise they may run away." ”

(End of chapter)