What other sun could there be?

The sun, of course!

The sun that hangs above the blood-colored sky, the sun that looks over the whole hell, the sun that once crossed hundreds of millions of kilometers and lowered its tentacles to touch Sherlock, the sun that once brought Sherlock into the infinite universe, the sun that once appeared in the "Divine Comedy" drawn by Lord Dante himself.

If you admit that you have seen it, then it is equivalent to admitting that you have been to hell, which will lead to many, many things, and all of these things are Sherlock's secrets, so you are reluctant to tell the other party.

So, he looked up

It's like a junior who doesn't know why, looking at the eyes that are decades older than himself.

There was nothing in those eyes that broke through the frozen ground, or the radiance of being an imperial god, nor the sunset of the old man by the sea, but only the calm of a sharp and silent knife, like a flattened cliff, stabbing Sherlock in the eye and pressing down on the depths of his spirit, too fast to stop, too heavy to dodge.

Using 'edge' to describe the gaze, this is an adjective that only exists in imperial literature textbooks, but at this time, Sherlock really saw a knife, a sword, and stabbed sharply into himself from the eyes of the old fisherman in front of him, breaking through all the precautions, just like the ice ridge that once pierced the gate of hell, the sea of corpses and blood, tens of thousands of demons are incomparable, and the countless chariots, the blood stumps on the frozen soil, the gaze that had looked at the holy light and the evil god, was really like a torch!

It was this gaze that met Sherlock's gaze in this small room.

"I said, don't lie to me."

Mistress Dante repeats what he has said several times.

But this time, it seemed to be the bottom of the blood prison, condensed centuries of blood and murderous intent, a little poured out, the moment these words came out, the warden standing in the corner only felt the terrible cold whistling at night outside the mountains rolled over his body, the chill washed through every pore, rolled between the internal organs, made his legs weak, and slid down the wall, and no longer had any thoughts of daring to deceive

Only Sherlock was still calmly looking into the old man's eyes, with a rare smile on the corner of his mouth.

This detective with no morals and ethics is not a pure shameless person, he said that in this world, there are so many people who are worthy of his respect, and the first of them is naturally this Dante.

So, he didn't cheat. But there was no answer either.

The staring lasted for two or three seconds, and the silence had a weight, overwhelming people.

Finally, the sharpness in the old man's eyes melted, and the spring breeze melted like snow, faintly revealing some appreciation, and then. Nodding.

"If the empire could have a few more young people like you, then I would have stopped ordering those annoying newspapers a long time ago, such a small font is too unfriendly to readers with poor eyes."

He complained a little, and he didn't know if the major newspapers of the empire heard this comment, and the next day's newspaper printing font would be completely revised.

However, the old man definitely didn't really care about the fonts of those newspapers, so he continued to maintain an appreciative attitude without hesitation, but like an elder who has really gone through a long journey, he said lightly:

"You have to remember that you are a human being."

It's a very strange statement, even for Sherlock, it's still extremely weird.

He is, of course, human.

But old Dante did not explain much, but continued as a warning:

"I have more or less learned some things about you, I don't care about your temperament, no matter how you think about the world, as well as your preferences, your obsessions.

I just need you to always remember that you are a human being, so you must always be on the side of humanity. ”

This passage was said very calmly and slowly, as if the old man wanted to use this way to make the young man in front of him hear it more clearly.

At the same time, Sherlock frowned, as he seemed to hear something strange about the words in the old man's sentence, and he emphasized the words 'human [this] side" as if there was also 'human side'.

"You have to remember that!" The old man stared at Sherlock, waiting for an answer.

"Of course!" Sherlock Road.

Sherlock is of course human, of course he has to be on the side of humans, even if he can go to hell in his sleep, but he can't always be on the side of the demons, can he be around those strange-looking creatures every day, then even if he can become some kind of hell lord, great evil god or something, that is useless.

After hearing Sherlock's response, old Dante finally nodded, and then left a sentence lightly:

"Don't forget what you said today, if one day, I find out that you have betrayed humanity, then I will personally kill you."

A plain sentence, coming out of the mouth of this old man, is the heavenly punishment, that is the divine punishment There is no superfluous resonance, just killing you, just like the thunder above the sky, falling from the clouds, bombarding people to the tiniest residue.

It's just that such a sentence made Sherlock tilt his head in confusion.

"So, you're still here to get me out?"

“.” The old man in front of him was stunned, blinking his eyes, and the whole room fell into an awkward silence.

After a while, the old man shook his head angrily: "What nonsense?!" I said, I'm just a civilian, how can I have the right to get you out? ”

"However, I am a death row inmate, and I will definitely be locked up until I die, so what you just said"

"Alright." Dante interrupted Sherlock's words very unskillfully: "It's not too early, and it is estimated that the time for the prison visit is almost up, so it is time for me to leave." ”

As he spoke, the old man slowly stood up, bent slightly, and walked towards the interrogation room, leaving no farewell.

He is the fisherman on the seaside, he is the god of the empire, he is the old man who is occasionally embarrassed and embarrassed, and he is the one who casually seems to be able to send down divine punishment.

Looking at the figure with his back to him, Sherlock's observation clearly told himself that the spine was not so bent when it came to it, but the owner of the back wanted to maintain such an image, and if the old man wanted to, he could always straighten his whole body straight again, turn into the colossus of the sky that he had been looking down on many years ago, and become a god on earth again.

However, no one wants to see that day coming.

The old man emphasized that he was an ordinary citizen of the empire, and he even adhered to the time of the visit, and left on his own before the 15 minutes were up.

This is indeed the behavior of a normal citizen.

However, no normal citizen can enter the blood cell, and there is no such thing as a visit in the blood cell.

Of course, the old man may not know this.

Moreover, it is certainly impossible for an ordinary citizen to let the warden tremble in the corner when visiting the prison.

Of course, the old man may have forgotten about the warden.

In short, the old man didn't know if he was really confused, or if he did it on purpose, anyway, he came to meet Sherlock, said a few words to him, and emphasized that as an ordinary citizen, it was impossible to take him to the blood prison.

Then he walked away lightly

And since that day, Sherlock has never been sent to the bottom of the darkness.

Along with Watson, he never entered the torture chamber again.

The warden, named Victor, was taken away by a group of deacons of the Adjudication Division for half a month, saying that he was going to be investigated, and when he came back, it seemed that the state of the whole person was different, and every time he saw Watson, he deliberately walked around, and the warden in charge of the blood prison always seemed to meet Sherlock by chance in the heavy prison area, and then greeted him with a smile without saying a word.

The blood prison is an extremely bloody and harsh prison, and it is impossible for the death row prisoners here to be taken out of the prison area without an absolute reason, let alone be pardoned, this is an iron law, and the warden of the prison always seems to be emphasizing this matter to his guards during this time.

Indeed, even when Master Dante came once, he did not release the two condemned prisoners.

However, on this very day.

A trial court officer with a thick stack of criminal records arrives on blood cell and delivers an urgent paperwork:

"This is a special event, the situation is urgent, and I want to see Sherlock. Mr. Holmes! ”

(End of chapter)