Women are sometimes like that, and they probably care about things that people have long forgotten.

In the battle just now, whether anyone died?

On the basis of the inheritance canon, whether the challenger who does not have any political capital will be able to succeed.

Whether the study of the soul visualization device can be completed as scheduled, and whether the crimes of Augustine the Great will be revealed to the world.

These are of course important things

But at the same time, the gunshot wound on the man in front of him didn't hurt.

Did he ever send a lady home, was that lady not beautiful, not gentle, did he spend the night with a lady.

She once promised to have dinner with the other party on his birthday, but she ruthlessly kicked him out of the room.

It was snowing heavily that day.

Would he be cold, would he have had a place to sleep, would he have been hungry that day because he was waiting for himself to eat, but he did get it only without warning, now. He still hated himself.

These things seem to be the most ordinary little things compared to those mentioned above, but in Mrs. Hudson's heart, it seems that they have never been forgotten, so that she now spares no effort to help the tenant in front of her because of these little things.

"It's a partner, but I don't know much about her, and I don't even know if her name is real."

Sherlock replied.

"Really?"

"Of course."

"Oh" Mrs. Hudson nodded, she didn't show any relieved smile, in the past nearly half a year, she had been able to control her emotions and expressions very well, just as the Holy Light expected, she might really be born a saint.

"Actually, you know, I'm not qualified to ask about this, in fact, if one day, a girl falls in love with you, then I will sincerely bless her."

"I hope there isn't such a girl in the world who is unlucky."

Sherlock smiled and said, I don't know why, he could still feel a hint of apology in the other party's tone at this moment. It's as if on that snowy night a long time ago, a landlady on a London street really hurt a helpless tenant.

In the following period, calm became the main theme again, but the calm here only refers to the atmosphere of the end of the experiment in the factory area.

In fact, the entire empire was like boiling water at this time, and the scorching heat had filled every drop of it, just waiting for the first splash to blow up.

On the front page of this morning's Saint Gazette newspaper, a photo of a veteran who had suffered a brain injury during the war and had been paralyzed for 11 years stood up on crutches and caused a sensation throughout the Empire!

In the photo, an old man with yellow hair was supported by the nurse and came to a bedside, his body should be trembling, I don't know if it was because he hadn't stood for a long time, and the muscles needed to tremble to support his body to generate strength, or because the excitement had made him unable to calm down, in short, he came to the window, stretched out his withered hand, and pushed open the glass of the ward, and the sunlight just passed through the clouds, as if the first ray of light to dispel the haze fell from the sky and shone in the eyes of the old man, The gray eyes that have long lost their yearning for life have also bloomed with a glimmer of brilliance for the first time in decades.

Although the photographs are static, through the professional composition and shooting angles, as well as the tears glittering in the old man's eyes, they can still resonate with every reader about this moment of rebirth.

Illness is a tragic experience that human beings are never willing to bear, a patient drags down a family, and countless depressed illnesses torture make many people cry at night, but there is nothing to be done.

And if there really is a medicine that can remove all the pain and treat all the injuries, then how can it not make people look forward to it.

The door to Sherlock's room was pushed open.

George. Professor Romanis walked in with his head slightly bowed, without speaking, just by looking at his state, he knew that his whole body was shrouded in an atmosphere of oppression and silence.

And in his hand, he was holding a newspaper.

"What's wrong?" Sherlock hasn't been out of the house for a few days, but fortunately, his injuries have almost healed.

The old professor handed over the newspaper in his hand, and the whole person seemed to be drained of strength:

"It has been reported before that there is a very gifted doctor of pharmacy who extracts a certain essence from the repair solution exclusively used by the Holy See, and after some modulation and proportioning, he obtains a more perfect potion, which theoretically can cure almost 90% of human diseases. Just yesterday, their first test subject managed to stand up, the patient who had been paralyzed in bed for 11 years. ”

He pointed weakly to the photo in the newspaper.

"So what?"

Again, Sherlock didn't know much about scientific research, but he could understand the meaning of the newspaper, and he just wanted to hear Professor George Sr. explain it to himself.

"In fact, the demand for this potion among the people has always been very high, and now that they have suddenly given a successful case, then the financial groups of the empire will definitely rush to it, I can imagine that the research and development of this potion must require extremely terrifying funds to maintain, and the empire cannot carry the popularization of both healing potions and soul vision devices at the same time, so if it absorbs too much money flow, then what about our experiments?"

Sherlock was silent for a moment:

"Isn't our experiment almost over, the closure of the gates of hell must be more urgent than the disease, and if the new energy research and development bill is really passed, then the popularization of electricity will definitely be more profitable than the research of those drugs. Will the government bureaucrats and the financial groups not know this? ”

Old Professor George's expression was still helpless: "Of course they know. But they can't afford to wait, our finishing work hasn't been finished yet, the results show hasn't started yet, and a piece of cake is served, and you tell the group of hungry people who are red with glasses that the next cake is about to come, although it is not baked, but it is better than this one.

How could they really stand it.

Moreover, the development of new energy and the development of this medicine are certainly not something that can be maintained by a single financial group, and the targeted cultivation of talents in the empire also needs to have a direction, so there is no such thing as 'wait first'.

Anyway, they're definitely not going to wait, and we're definitely going to be too late."

Old George sighed, but fortunately, from his point of view, the results of his teacher's experiment, that is, Professor Darwin, were finally completed, but it might be delayed for a few years, which was not unacceptable to him.

However, Sherlock could not accept it

Because he can't wait for a few years, he can't even wait for a few months, a few weeks, and after the Imperial Inheritance Ceremony, if Augustine the Great really keeps the throne of the Imperial Emperor again, then his efforts for such a long time will all become useless.

And even if we take a step back, if this so-called 'curative of all diseases' research had really been as reported in the newspapers, Sherlock's disgust might have been lighter.

At least if there is a medicine that can bring hope to millions of people, then the medicine itself is indeed great.

However, his gaze swept over the newspaper headline photograph to the old man standing in front of the window, soaking up the sun.

There was a natural feeling of 'diaphragm' in my heart.

Because he knows that the photo is fake.

(End of chapter)