Those imprisoned at the bottom of the blood prison must be the greatest disease, and they must die in the most extreme pain.

But Sherlock was released, and although he was still in the prison cell, he smoked, slept in a bed, and even came out to let off steam.

There is no visitation for prisoners in blood cells, and even more so for prisoners in heavy cells.

But the young judge of the court walked in generously, and had been staying for a long time, and still had no intention of coming out.

It seems that for the death row inmate named Sherlock, the warden can't be regarded as 'turning one eye open and closing one eye', but simply closing his eyes and giving him the greatest convenience regardless of it.

If this practice spreads, this warden will definitely be condemned by all sides, not to mention the direct dismissal from his post, and he will also be punished with the most severe punishment!

Strangely, however, no one objected to it.

yes, who would dare to say against it?!

Although Sherlock was mad and chased the last emperor of the empire to death, countless people in the world wanted him to die because he couldn't sleep well, but the moment the old man walked out of the seaside town, these people could only choose to shut up.

Of course, the elder Dante did not directly order the release of Sherlock, let alone ask for the blood prison to give this death row prisoner some special care; He always emphasized that he was just an ordinary citizen, but he walked slowly, and thousands of mountains and rivers did not dare to stop him, he got up and left, and all the sun was only willing to shine on him.

He doesn't need to give an order, he just needs to express an attitude and the rest, naturally someone will do it.

Death row inmates in blood cells are not allowed to be pardoned.

The word "amnesty" means the criminal law of pardoning prisoners in exceptional circumstances.

In fact, the underlying meaning is that if it cannot be pardoned, then the situation is not special enough!

And now, the whole empire is shrouded in a strange atmosphere of murder, countless people have died mysteriously, the Pope, the clergy, the government officials, and most importantly, Miss Nightingale's life has been threatened, which is certainly the most special situation in the entire empire.

The visit to the prison lasted for three hours, during which time Natasha told Sherlock some information about the Ripper, of course, this strange and abnormal serial murder case cannot be fully described in words alone, but Natasha could not move the archives of the Inquisition.

Therefore, she did her best to describe this series of cases, and finally, tiredly, put away the file and left the heavy prison area.

She's gone, but Sherlock knows it's just the beginning.

Sure enough, in the following period, the young judge often came to the blood cell to discuss the progress of the case with Sherlock, and the prison, which was originally strictly forbidden to visit, became a person who came in every three days because of a death row inmate; As for Sherlock. Anyway, he was idle and bored, so he answered some doubts for him in a limited description, and sometimes gave some directions and suggestions to the trial court very straightforwardly.

In this way, time passed day by day, and the date of Miss Nightingale's murder was noticed.

Finally, one morning, Sherlock had just finished his morning of letting off steam, and he returned to his cell, tore open a box of blues that had just been delivered, and lit it up with a beautiful spit.

Several jailers entered the prison area, and the old janitor trembled and opened Sherlock's door.

"What's wrong?" He asked, leaning back on the bed.

The jailers seemed to be a little confused, but after all, they forcibly accepted this fact, swallowed and said, "You were . . . Forehead. Released. ”

In this way, Sherlock walked out of the cell, led by several people.

Then walking along the narrow corridor, the felons on both sides watched the death row prisoner walk through his cell door with a look of disbelief.

The people in the heavy prison area are naturally the most terrible death row prisoners in the empire.

And what is even more terrifying than these death row inmates is that the people who can get out of the heavy prison area think of some rumors and gossip, saying that this guy seems to have climbed up from the bottom of the cruel and inhuman blood prison, and all of them can't help but flash more fear in their eyes.

They didn't know who this guy was, but at this moment, they all seemed to realize that this death row prisoner would definitely become an incredible figure in the future.

Heavy doors opened one after another, and after walking through dark corridors, Sherlock was eventually ushered into a large hall.

It was noticeably different from the inside of the prison, for Sherlock had seen the sun he hadn't seen for four months, and he looked up at the skylight that had been carved out of the rocks overhead, and narrowed his eyes vigorously.

Soon, a jailer approached, uncuffed and shackled him, and then carried a cardboard box and placed it in front of Sherlock.

He took a look and saw that it was a set of clothes, but it was not the trench coat he had worn before.

Of course, when he was caught in, his clothes all over his body had been blown to pieces by bullets, and the blood prison definitely didn't have the habit of helping prisoners keep their belongings, after all, there were very few people who were imprisoned here and could get out again.

Five minutes later, Sherlock changed his clothes, and when he walked out of the locker room, he found that outside, Natasha was already waiting for him.

"Congratulations, Mr. Holmes." The young judge said solemnly: "But here I must emphasize that you can be released, not because you are innocent, but because of special circumstances, the court needs you to protect Miss Nightingale's safety, and I hope you will fully cooperate."

Sherlock nodded, in fact, he didn't need to say anything, he knew what was going on.

So as a released blood prison death row inmate, he didn't have the excitement of the rest of his life, let alone excited tears, but looked around and found that there was no one else except for a few jailers, and frowned slightly:

"I'm the only one released?"

"Of course."

"No, I have an assistant who let him go too!"

"What?!" Natasha was shocked, as a death row prisoner, it was already an incredible thing to get out of the blood prison alive, but this guy in front of him didn't hurry up and clamp his ass, grateful to Dade for going with him, but he still wanted the blood prison to release another prisoner?

It's insane, since the establishment of the Blood Prison, nothing like this has happened!

But when Sherlock saw Natasha's expression, he simply leaned on a chair. Forehead. Shameless stance:

"Anyway, my assistant has to go with me, I can't handle the case without him."

(End of chapter)