White carriages are rare, and in this foggy city, the dirt splashing on the road, the humid air, the sand, and the black smoke wafting from the chimney will become particularly conspicuous on a white carriage.

But the carriage in front of me looked so clean, as if it had just been washed in the clearest water, dried in the warmest sun, and spotlessly appeared in the gravel and shrapnel covered tunnel. The horse with pure white coat was also particularly eye-catching, and the surrounding gas lamps emitted a dim yellow light, but when it shone on it, it reflected a layer of white light.

and the nuns in white robes on both sides, their hands and ten fingers lightly on the lips of their chins, and the brass pendants they held tightly made bursts of sound, which seemed so pleasant to the ear, in short, this team with a sense of holiness appeared so flutteringly, and against the background of the surrounding chaotic environment, it was so out of place.

But this is not the end, unlike this holy procession, behind these white-clothed nuns, there is also a group of people, tightly clinging to the silhouette in the shadows, revealing a touch of bloody slaughter.

These people also generally wore robes, but they all wore red notices on their chests, which were engraved with faint gold and some words from the Gospel of the Light, and these were the deacons of the Ruling Division, and a cursory look at the number should be about 40.

In other words, the 40 clergy of the Inquisition, the exclusive violent law enforcement agency under the Holy See, and the team of contractors who have generally reached the second order, just walked out of the shadows, and then stood quietly behind the white carriage, although motionless, it was enough to give people a terrifying sense of oppression.

At the other end of the tunnel, dozens of guns were still held like that, and the muzzles of the guns were aimed at Sherlock and Watson, but they no longer had the arrogance just now, just staring at the group of people who suddenly appeared, standing in place one by one.

I don't know how long the silence lasted, but at last, the door of the carriage was pushed open, and with the support of the white-robed nun, a woman dressed simply, but with an extremely delicate and gorgeous atmosphere, walked down, her long skirt mopping the floor, and walking past the bullet casings and dust, but not a single dust.

As she walked forward, her eyes swept over the bullet-shattered walls, the screaming people on the ground, and the powerless steam armor on the ground, and asked, "What's going on?" ”

No one answered her, and the soldiers remained blank and stared at each other.

"Please answer Her Highness's question."

The white-clothed nun who followed behind reminded faintly.

It sounded like a request, but the tone was a natural command, and it didn't need any special explanation, because the holy woman's question naturally had to be answered.

Saint

Saint!!!

At this moment, there was obviously a trace of panic in the crowd in front of them, and the collision of the equipment made some light sounds, and several soldiers didn't know if they had heard it wrong, anyway, they couldn't understand why the holy woman of the Holy See appeared in such a place, but looking at the beautiful girl in front of him, he subconsciously felt extremely sacred, as if facing a ray of holy light, and had the idea of kneeling and worshipping.

During this period, it seemed that there was a person who reflexively turned around, wanting to witness the appearance of the Holy See Maiden with his own eyes, but forgot that the gun in his hand was still raised.

Just as the muzzle of the gun was turning in the direction of the Holy Maiden, suddenly, several deacons of the Ruling Division had appeared in front of the Holy Maiden, and at the same time, a howling wind rushed into the crowd fiercely, only to hear a click, the soldier's arm was directly broken, and the gun in his hand was directly broken in two by the violent stop, and then a blue-clothed deacon kicked him in the stomach, causing him to fly out of the crowd upside down, until he hit a scrapped steam armor, and finally stopped, and then passed out.

"Lay down your arms or you'll be killed."

It must be an unforgivable act to speak in an extremely arrogant manner, but to dare to point the muzzle of the gun at the Holy Woman of the Holy See, and in the face of forty clergymen, it is impossible for anyone to have the idea of resisting, and finally, under the feeble nod of the middle-aged prefect, the gun finally hangs.

Her Highness still stood quietly, waiting for someone to answer her question, but after a few seconds, there was still no one to speak, and she had to turn around and walk in the direction of Watson.

Judging from the performance of the soldiers just now, the person in charge of this room should be the middle-aged officer who is being held hostage.

Strange to say, all the soldiers laid down their weapons, but Watson's dagger was still quietly pressed against the neck of the commander in front of him, and what was even more strange was that no one stopped him, and the people of the Adjudication Division ignored him, as if he had really stabbed the other man in the neck now, and no one would disturb him.

"Excuse me, why did you make this place like this?"

The Holy Maiden came down to the commander and asked, her tone was gentle, but it looked so strange when the other party was being held hostage.

"This factory. Suspected of illegal encroachment and needs to be sealed. Shylock. Sherlock Holmes was suspected of murder and was ordered to be arrested. ”

The commander replied with difficulty.

"Oh? It's really interesting, I bought this factory in my own name, why was it determined to be illegally occupied? ”

A simple sentence made the commander in front of him tremble.

"So, you mean, as a Holy See saintess, I'm going to have someone break into this factory, and then drive everyone out and occupy it?"

"Of course not."

"That is, in order to save some money, I sent someone to break into the other party's home and force the other party to sign the sales contract?"

The commander didn't dare to speak, he just received such a task, so he summoned his subordinates to carry it out overnight, how could he think that this factory was actually the assets of His Highness the Holy Maiden?

Not only did he not know, but even Hopkins, the person who spent money to do things, did not know even more about the military figures who issued the mission, otherwise how much courage they lent them, it would not have been possible for a group of soldiers with guns to rush over and frame the Holy See Saintess.

However, all this happened after all, and the commander was already dead, and he looked at the cold expression of His Highness the Holy Maiden in front of him, almost foreseeing his own tragic future, and at this moment he just wanted to pray that these stupid things he had done would not affect his children.

But

"So, is there something wrong?" The saintess smiled suddenly, and the coldness on her face just now disappeared in an instant.

“.” The commander was stunned, although the other party smiled, but he inexplicably felt that he was more scared than just now.

"Sometimes, misunderstandings are inevitable, as long as you find out that it is a misunderstanding and solve the misunderstanding in time, it's okay Oh, by the way, you just seem to be saying that Mr. Holmes is suspected of a murder?" Her Royal Highness said with a smile: "Could there be some misunderstanding in this matter?" ”

The commander's forehead was covered with fine sweat, more than when his finger was cut off just now, he didn't dare to hesitate for too long, and nodded: "It should be just a random quality control of street gangsters, and there is no substantial evidence." ”

"Well, I see."

Her Highness looked very satisfied, and then suddenly looked at the wound on the other party's neck and the severed finger that was dripping blood with some concern:

"Looks like you're badly injured.

It is indeed your duty for a soldier to shed his blood for the stability of the empire, but don't always make your body look like this, otherwise your son, who was a soldier on the front line, will survive desperately and tenaciously, and finally get a chance to go home to visit his family, and he will be sad to see his father so scarred. ”

Hearing this, the commander only felt cold all over, knowing that he could not do anything but nod.

"Anyway, I'll be here a lot during this time, I don't want to be disturbed, and at the same time, I also hope that you can convey my meaning to your superiors." Her Highness said calmly, and then suddenly remembered something:

"By the way, as I said earlier, all this may be a misunderstanding, but if one day I suddenly find out that all this is not a misunderstanding, but someone is behind it, then I hope you can tell what happened today in front of some people, okay?"

Five minutes passed

Those soldiers didn't know what this conversation was about, and they didn't know how much their commander had been shaking and thinking in his heart in the past few minutes, but they saw the good-looking man slowly remove the knife from his throat, and with a faint 'close to the team', this armed conflict that no one wanted to have finally ended.

In the tunnel, gradually only the group of pious nuns, the unsmiling deacons of the Adjudicator, Hopkins maintained the most respectful etiquette in the Holy See, no one wanted to interview, he knew what kind of mood the Holy See's holy women were also on good terms with Sherlock, anyway, it didn't matter.

And among all these people, the only one who is a little abrupt is Jamie who is cowering in the corner. Daniels.

In the rain of bullets just now, he was very keen to find a cover in the corner, so he was not injured, and now, he looked at the picture of the clergy in front of him who were usually difficult to see in a long row, and his mind was blank.

He couldn't understand why, all of a sudden, the Holy Lady of the Holy See appeared, and how this factory had become her private property, and Sherlock, who was supposed to be taken away for interrogation, was now standing not far away, chatting with Her Highness the Holy Woman, and it felt as if they were not meeting for the first time.

Somewhat absurd, a little confused, Jamie kept thinking, trying to use the intelligence he had always been proud of, trying to find a logical chain that could make sense.

However, he did not get his wish.

And at this very moment.

"Oh, you're here."

A calm voice suddenly appeared in my ears.

He turned his head, and saw the man named Watson standing beside him, the gas lamp above his head was broken and flickering on and off, and he stood quietly in the changing light, with a charming smile on his face.

At this moment, Jamie almost subconsciously thought

This guy is indeed more handsome than me, so it is understandable that Rebecca looked at him twice at that time.

In a small lounge, Sherlock pulled a piece of shrapnel out of his arm, some blood running down his arm, and he placed the shrapnel on the table, where there were already a lot of bullet casings, either blown by gunpowder or flattened by the impact, and it was all covered in blood anyway.

Sherlock's body is not strong enough to ignore bullets, but the strength of a normal firearm can't penetrate too deep into the muscles, usually doesn't hurt the bones, and once the shrapnel is removed, it will heal completely within three days.

"Doesn't it hurt?" Mrs. Hudson asked, sitting across from her chair, thoughtfully.

"It hurts, but it doesn't hurt the bones and internal organs, so there's nothing to worry about." Sherlock said, moving his arm a little, and finding that it did not affect his movements, he lowered his sleeve with satisfaction.

"So, you didn't actually leave?" He asked.

"Well, the inheritance ceremony is about to begin, and the old emperor will definitely not make another crash at such a time, and it is even more impossible for a group of outlaws to rush into the factory with a carriage full of explosives, so if he wants to use force, he can only use this way.

In this case, my name must be much better than others, and by the way, I can find a few witnesses, and if one day, I can really send that old man to court, it can be regarded as a starting point. ”

Mrs. Hudson said, in fact, the atmosphere in the room at this time was very strange, for a long time in the past, the two of them were talking about the price of vegetables today, and whether or not to install some steam heating equipment for the winter in the room, and other life topics.

But at this moment, the tenant was clasping the bullet holes in his body with his fingers, and the sound of flesh tearing was so terrifying, and the landlord was thinking about how to deal with the emperor, and even wanted to send the old man who had made many imperial laws with his own hands to court.

Time does change a person, but this change is too big.

"Before I came, the little man said that as long as the military people moved their guns in the factory area, then he could guarantee that he would get the full support of the military in the display of experimental results.

Just in case, during the rest of this time, the deacons of the Adjudication Division will be responsible for protecting here, in fact, I still don't know how powerful a second-order contractor is, but the combat effectiveness of forty deacons of the Adjudication Division should be considered good. ”

Sherlock laughed dumbly, thinking that the deacons of the 40 adjudication divisions would probably be able to stand up to the police force of the entire Scotland Yard.

In short, in this way, until the beginning of the inheritance ceremony, at least there is no need to worry about the safety of the factory, and with the support of the military, then those investors who see the wind and rudder will naturally show great inclination to this experiment, and he also feels that he is in a good mood when he reads this.

But then then

Her Royal Highness in front of her suddenly changed her words:

"I heard that they want to control you and kill a dozen active-duty soldiers?"

"Uh" Sherlock didn't know how to answer this question, although he was no longer the ordinary tenant, and the other party was not the little landlord of Baker Street in London, but he still felt a little strange to admit in front of the other party that he had killed more than a dozen people in one wave.

But Mrs. Hudson did not seem to care about the answer to this question, and immediately followed up with another question:

"I just heard Hopkins say that you sent a guy named Erin that night. Adler's lady comes home. ”

Her tone was soft, but her eyes were intently fixed on Sherlock, as if at this moment, she was the detective who could see through everything:

"You send a lady home? Your ...... Is the relationship good? ”

Synthesize a chapter today.,It's not 5000 words.,My sins.,But it's been updated for 100 days in a row.,I haven't asked for leave.,Sometimes in order to update in time.,The plot is a little under-considered.,Next is a big plot.,I have to write it seriously.,So having said so much.,You should understand what I mean (puff kneeling) It's the end of the month.,Give a count.,Please.。

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