There are three emotions in the world that can blind people.

Hate, worship, and love.

Watson's affection for Nightingale was certainly not hateful, and there was nothing to explain it.

It's not love, an existence like Nightingale, which transcends Watson's aesthetics from the inside out, and casually sprouts love for him, which is simply a blasphemy.

Therefore, he adored Miss Nightingale in its purest form, to the point that he could not bear the slightest taint on this perfection.

But Sherlock doesn't have this kind of thought, he has always felt that a person should do something at any time, and this girl is in her 20s, if she has not yet conceived the idea of falling in love, it can only mean that this person has a problem with hormone secretion, or a bad brain.

So it's normal for her to like someone.

Turning his head, he looked at Watson with an extremely serious expression.

"Okay, good, but I used to take on all the work of catching mistresses and the like, which was all about entering the hotel, taking a shower, going to bed, and having tangible evidence, and the emotion of 'liking' that only exists in my heart, I can't say if I can find out." Sherlock continued to respond unconcernedly: "Moreover, we are on the front line, if the person she likes is in the hinterland of the empire, such as a passerby A who happened to meet in the process of reasoning, then I really have no tricks." ”

"No tricks? You're the best detective in the world! ”

"Detectives are all about logic!" Sherlock explained: "Women don't talk about logic themselves, love doesn't talk about logic, and I don't know anything about love, so if you don't move, you don't know anything." ”

In fact, Sherlock was perfunctory to Watson, how could he go to find out the love object of the little girl, even if it was really found out, Watson found that the other party was not worthy of his worship object at all, and then he tried to assassinate the other party.

No, no matter who the other party is, Watson will definitely feel that the person is not worthy of Nightingale.

So, this matter is just fooled over.

In the Empire, life and death have always been a very insipid thing, although when a baby is born, it is true that the family will be happy from the heart, and when someone dies, it will indeed be very sad, but with the passage of time, all emotions will eventually be flat, and even the new pope will be transposed, the emperor ascends the throne, these things set off an incomparably huge storm of public opinion at that time, but under the passage of nearly a year, everything has finally become a habit, Now even Augustine the Great, who has not heard from him for a long time, seems to only think about it occasionally, and then he no longer pays attention to it.

The only thing that has always existed in people's hearts is the eternal revered Light.

In the highest place on the planet, at the top of Mount Elbes, in the temple of the Holy Light that was built at an unknown time, the silent busyness never stopped, because the will of the Holy Light is not something that humans can directly understand at this stage, so the servants who serve the Light are always interpreting the pictures, words, or sounds that they cannot understand, day and night.

It's far from the ground, there are no plants and flowers, no seasons, no people are sophisticated, so compared to the front line, this is really far away from the world, and the servants never care about the citizens of the empire and all kinds of society, this sense of detachment makes this temple more mysterious, and at the same time makes it more respected or feared, after all, the most primitive fear of human beings comes from the unknown.

But the servants in the Temple of Light never cared about this kind of respect, and in their opinion, their body and mind were all in the service of the Light, so these respects were taken for granted, and there was no need to maintain them, let alone be proud of them.

In the Great Hall of Light, the extremely old 'Divine Messenger' was still curled up in the blanket woven of golden satin, the whole person was like a sphere made of dry bones, and the muscles on his limbs seemed to be unable to sustain his life for a long time, but he was still alive

And at this moment, in front of him, there was a scroll also made of golden fabric, on which was written a string of numbers of unknown meaning.

【62.5709866/-78.8327524】

In fact, in the past 300 years, similar numbers have appeared more than once, and they are not just numbers, but also pictures, words, lines without any meaning, and even a piece of sound.

Few of these things have been successfully cracked, and people cannot understand what the Holy Light is trying to express, but fortunately, three centuries have passed, and humanity has finally survived the catastrophe again and again, and is still thriving.

However, the figure in front of us is different from the previous three centuries, because it is not just this one.

It had already appeared two months ago.

A month ago, this number appeared again, and a week ago, as well as three days ago, it appeared, and today, it is the fifth.

Never before has the Light sent down its decrees so repeatedly and so frequently, and if you think about it with the humble logic of a human being, this text must be of great importance.

"Still clueless?" In the golden robe, there was a sound that resonated with the bones in the chest cavity because there was no muscle cover, and it sounded like an old machine humming.

A divine servant in front of the main hall knelt on the ground In fact, the people in the Holy Light Temple did not need to kneel when they saw the divine envoy, after all, compared with the holy light, these people felt that they were the most humble existences, and no one was more noble than others, and the divine servant's feelings for the divine envoy were more respectful, after all, he was the one who had lived with the holy light for the longest time.

And the reason why this divine servant knelt down was because his legs were extremely slender, and because of the obstruction of blood flow, his feet had long since died, and he could not stand at all.

The people in this temple have some physical problems, although I don't know why, but everyone is used to it.

"The apocalypse interpreters have been trying for a month, and it's not that they don't have a clue at all, they got a noun from a revelation that came down by chance from a holy light 33 years ago, but they still don't know what it means."

The servant of the gods said

"A noun?" On the high platform, the divine envoy who couldn't see his face clearly was slightly puzzled: "What noun?" ”

"Presets, Positioning, Rays, Coordinates."

The Servant uttered words that sounded irrelevant.

The words preset, positioning, and light can actually be understood, but when connected, it is very difficult to understand, and there seems to be no connection with the string of numbers.

As for the coordinates. It's a word that the Empire never had, and in fact, the Divine Servant had only uttered the spelling of the word and guessed its pronunciation based on reading habits.

Therefore, it seems that it will still take time to decipher the meaning of this number.

Fortunately, the people in the Temple of Light are accustomed to this kind of anxiety from unknown information, and they also know that no matter how much they worry, the interpretation of the revelation of the Holy Light cannot be half a point faster, even if one day, human beings make some big mistake because of some kind of warning that has not been interpreted, or encounter some great crisis, these divine servants will not feel remorse and self-blame, because they have never slackened, and even feel that they cannot decipher the matter itself. In fact, it has long been expected by the Holy Light, after all, the Holy Light is omniscient and omnipotent.

Of course, these servants didn't know that while they were racking their brains about this number, the same number actually appeared in front of the eyes of a civilian detective in the lower London city in the extreme south of the planet.

At this time, it has been several days since Nightingale visited this military base, and Sherlock can clearly feel that the soldiers around him have changed drastically in their attitude towards life, work and rest, and even their appearance, neatness and other details, and a few days ago, he even saw a soldier shaving with a field steel knife.

On the front line, who will shave

Well, none of this was what he should be concerned about, and now Sherlock was lying on a bed that was not too cramped, staring at the numbers in front of him, and couldn't help asking:

"What is this?"

And his temple of thinking quickly condensed another word in front of his eyes: [coordinates].

"Coordinates? What are the coordinates? ”

In front of me, [62.5709866/-78.8327524] appeared.

"Coordinates are numbers?"

“.” There was nothing reflected in his temple of thought.

"Maybe I didn't make it clear, I'm not asking what 'coordinates' are, but what does the word 'coordinates' mean, what does it mean when these letters come together?"

Sherlock looked a little helpless, although he had not been to school for a few years, he knew that the empire had never used this word.

However, the temple of thought seems to have fallen into some blind spot, as if in its logic, it feels that it is impossible for people who can communicate with it not to know the meaning of "coordinates", so it can only helplessly keep turning the string of numbers in front of Sherlock's eyes.

In the end, Sherlock could only sigh, he sometimes really didn't know whether his thinking hall was smart or stupid, so he had to change the question with some disgust:

"Okay, okay, so what are you telling me about this 'coordinates' what the hell are you trying to make me do?"

Soon, the answer appeared in front of his eyes:

【Stay away from the coordinates, note, please stay away from the coordinates. 】

Sherlock rubbed his face, he seemed to suddenly have a feeling of communicating with the newborn baby in the hospital, that is, the other party desperately wanted to express something, but he couldn't speak, only cried, and although he wanted to understand what the other party meant, he couldn't understand the cry.

It was under this awkward exchange that suddenly, there was a knock on the door of the barracks.

Immediately after, Watson walked in.

These days, this military doctor with an extremely distinctive aristocratic temperament has been following the medical team on the front line to heal the wounded on the battlefield, fortunately, he has rich battlefield experience, so he is not like other doctors, who have been consumed half of his life in the constant rush and harsh environment, but it also makes him feel a little tired under the handsome and calm appearance.

"Huh?" Seeing Watson, who had not been seen for a few days, Sherlock was slightly stunned, looking a little weak-hearted, and thought that the other party wanted to ask himself, did he find out who the person who dared to tarnish Nightingale's pure feelings was, and just wanted to find a reason to excuse himself.

"Come with me." Watson Road.

"Where are you going?"

Watson looked around very secretly, making sure that no one was paying attention to this side, and then leaned over and muttered, "Your Excellency Nightingale wants to talk to you." ”

After a few relatively quiet camps, Sherlock and Watson arrived at one of the quietest barracks in the entire military base.

In fact, it is said that it is a barracks, it is better to say that this is a fairly good apartment that has been rebuilt, there are two floors, independent hot water supply, and the insulation wall is also fully encircled, although from the appearance of the mountain, it is a boxy black building without any decoration, but in this kind of place on the front line, it is very rare to be able to build a place like this for people to live in, and in peacetime, only generals at the level of commander or above are eligible to stay here.

The door behind him slowly closed, and Sherlock looked at the picturesque girl in front of him, and his heart was only slightly shocked, and there were not too many ripples.

The two of them haven't been together for a long time, but they have a very strange feeling that they have known each other for a long time, and they have also experienced life and death tribulations, rounding off, which can be regarded as having a fatal hypocrisy, so in Sherlock's opinion, the overly dazzling divine aura on the other party has no sense of mystery, but every time they meet, they just sigh that the creation of the world has such a perfect appearance, that's all.

At this time, Nightingale was wearing a knitted linen shirt, looking very loose and casual, covering her perfect body, sitting at a table, closing the case in her hand, rubbing her somewhat sour eyebrows, but the faint golden light of dusk came in through the window, carefully leaving curves on the corners of her hair and youthful body.

During this time, Watson has become a character similar to the 'Guard', after all, the two have crossed paths before, and even lived in Watson's apartment, not to mention Sherlock, so the girl in front of him didn't need to be polite in front of the two people, just yawned lazily and stood up:

"Healing the wounded and sick of front-line soldiers is something that cannot be shirked for a medical worker, but the workload is indeed a bit large."

She said apologetically.

It's just that in the entire front-line war zone, who would blame this girl for feeling a little tired.

During this time, she led her front-line medical team to three war zones, saving an unknown number of wounded, just yesterday, she had just healed a wide range of injuries of 150 people in a makeshift stronghold 40 kilometers away, slept for a few hours on the way back, and then went back to the next work, this girl showed even more effort than the rest of the medical team.

Sherlock smiled, in fact, he had said a long time ago that if there was anyone in this world who was worthy of respect, this girl must be one of them, and at this moment, he was more and more convinced of this.

"Looking for me?"

"Hmm." Nightingale nodded: "In a few days, I'm going to go to the 421 war zone, where there will be a medium-sized Demon Tide Blocking Battle, and there will be a lot of casualties."

So.

Do you want to come with me? ”

The girl tried to tell this passage in the most gentle tone possible.

Sherlock, however, was slightly stunned.

Watson, on the other hand, tensed his body and stared at Sherlock, narrowing his eyes suspiciously.

(End of chapter)