Let no one sleep?!!!

The person who said this was so helpless and depressed, frowning, squinting at the eyes that had just been woken up, and scratching angrily with one hand in his unkempt hair.

But I don't know if this sentence really had an effect, or because of some other reason, in short, the two groups of people in front of them really quieted down at this moment.

The soldiers guarding the door looked at the man in front of them with extremely complicated eyes, just now on the battlefield actually didn't have time to observe this person up close, now that he appeared in front of him, everyone naturally cast curious eyes, but looked up and down, and found that this person didn't look special, even if it wasn't sleepy-eyed, you could see that the taste of dressing was poor, confused, sloppy, unkempt, unkempt, and the face was not very handsome.

At this moment, 90% of men will subconsciously think:

"Such a person can also be favored by His Excellency Nightingale?

Wouldn't it be okay for me to go up to me? ”

Well, they were pulled back to reality in the next second, and when they were able to tear the third-order Great Demon by hand, they were thinking about comparing themselves to being in the same class as the other party.

Thinking about it like this, it seems that it is not unacceptable for such a person to enter Nightingale's camp.

This is the crankiness of being a front-line soldier, as for those reporters on the other side.

At this moment, their brains exploded, and countless points of light emitted a stunning light in their eyes like the Big Bang, staring at Sherlock's face, his hands completely out of the control of consciousness, and he suddenly picked up the camera from behind his waist, clicked, and slammed Sherlock's face into a wild shot!

"What are you doing, put the camera down!"

"Damn, don't rob it, if you drop my camera today, Lao Tzu will hang himself at the gate of your camp!"

"Bring it to you."

There seemed to be signs of impending chaos all around.

Sherlock's brain was buzzing, he was completely lazy to think about it now, in fact, even if he really wanted to figure out what was going on, it would be difficult for him to turn his mind to this boring, bloody, embarrassing, and vulgar passage.

But he certainly didn't know that the citizens of the empire just liked to read this kind of news, especially if this kind of news had even the slightest relationship with Nightingale, the sales of the newspaper that day would definitely be in the top ten of the annual sales.

If it can be accompanied by photos and an editor who knows how to create an ambiguous atmosphere, it is likely to hit the top three of the year! Even the first name!

That's when it happened

"What's going on~?"

The door of the barracks behind him was once opened, and Nightingale came out in a daze, also sleepy-eyed, squinting with a beautiful eye, and one hand in her hair, scratching frizzily.

Puff~

Puff~

It was the sound of a heartbeat.

And to be able to hear the sound of a heartbeat, only absolute silence, and an absolutely violent heartbeat, can have such an effect.

The girl in front of her yawned slightly, and when she saw so many people in front of her, she was a little confused, so she frowned and looked at Sherlock next to her: "What's going on?" ”

Sherlock shook his head, "I don't know. ”

The voice has not fallen!

Suddenly, a reporter broke through the crowd, rushed to the closest place to the two, and then asked directly without any opening remarks:

"Miss Nightingale, who is this gentleman?"

"Huh?" Nightingale had just been woken up from her sleep when she replied in a daze, "My friend." ”

"Friends?"

"Ah, what's wrong???"

The reporter's tone was full of suspicion and endless speculation, but the girl in front of her couldn't hear it at all, she didn't even hear what the other party said, she just said lightly:

"We're tired now and need to rest, so it's not that we don't support your work, but can you be quiet, I'm really sleepy."

This hazy tone with a little displeasure, combined with the soft tone and confused demeanor, really don't know how much impact it can bring to people, so even these reporters quickly nodded one by one, admitting their abruptness without hesitation, and promising that they would never disturb their rest.

Nightingale nodded tiredly, then yawned and patted Sherlock next to him in a daze:

"That's it, hurry up and rest."

"Oh"

With that, the two men staggered back to the barracks, and with a 'bang', the door slammed shut, and the surroundings fell into absolute silence once more.

No one noticed, and at the moment when the two men turned around and walked back to the barracks together, and were about to close the door, in the crowd, under the cover of those shocked bodies, the flash of a camera clicked and lit up very covertly, and the scene was firmly engraved on the film

A week later, in a marginal barracks in the 421st theater, the discipline picket department of the military district found a marking machine under a bed.

Although compared with the large printing presses of the publishing house, this kind of engraving machine seems very rudimentary, and can even be said to be chilling, but it can finally print some inferior newspapers.

And the reason why the discipline picket department will find this thing is because just a few days ago, some illegal tabloids suddenly appeared in the 421 theater.

Forehead. Although it is very strange that there is such a thing as an 'illegal tabloid' in the front-line war zone, and even if it does, no one should be willing to deal with it, but the impact of this illegal tabloid is very bad, and in all kinds of dark channels, the speed of transmission is also very fast, and the most terrible thing is that those soldiers who usually give up their lives and forget their deaths, and the military orders are like mountains, and even some generals seem to be very interested in this tabloid, and they do not hesitate to violate military discipline and circulate it without authorization, and even after being caught, they would rather close the small black room than disclose its source.

And the content of this tabloid, or the main attraction, is a photo.

In the photo, a man and a woman are snuggling up to each other and walking into a barracks, and the lady's hand is held by the door, as if she wants to close the door

In fact, if people with sharp eyes can find that these two people are not snuggling up to each other at all, but tired of supporting each other, but under the deliberate blurring of the photo, as well as the subtle adjustment of the light, and the choice of angle, it seems that the bodies of the two people are very close, and because of the pixel problem, it also makes the two pairs of extremely tired glasses look like a certain ambiguous sense of blur.

Well, this kind of picture is actually very common for those third-rate tabloids who want to attract attention and make sales, but the difference is that this time the newspaper appeared on the front line, and the woman in the photo is Miss Nightingale.

As for the man, not everyone knew him at first, but now, everyone knows it.

The headline of this article is:

"He's Mine. Friends》

It looks like a normal title, but it's just a subtle addition to those two extra ellipses, and the photo below makes everything seem easy to think of.

This kind of newspaper is naturally a slander against Miss Nightingale, and it also has a very bad impact on military discipline at the front, and a few days ago, the military arrested three soldiers who secretly wanted to take the newspaper on the transport train and wanted to send it to other war zones. Of course, these people were severely punished later, and after investigation, it was found that these people actually had second-class meritorious medals, and one of them once braved the flames of war and forcibly used the war rush to break a road in the demon crowd, and successfully saved a combat hero of a transport team.

This kind of soldier with outstanding military merits actually violated military discipline because of a few tabloids, which really made the commanders of the military region feel very painful, immediately confiscated the newspapers, and ordered a large-scale search operation for the whole military region, so as to find the initiators behind these tabloids!

Oh. It is worth mentioning that those confiscated tabloids seem to have disappeared in the end, but they were all confiscated by the chiefs and commanders themselves, and the soldiers below did not know and did not dare to ask.

In a very neat and tidy barracks, Nightingale looked at the newspaper in his hand and the highly suggestive words on it, his breathing became more and more rapid, and the emotions in his eyes became more and more complicated, and finally he pressed the newspaper on the table next to him, holding his cheeks with both hands, and making some obvious resentful sounds.

I think back to that day, I answered the reporter's question in a daze, and the sentence 'This is my friend' sounded like no big deal at the time, but why was it so hot in the newspaper.

I can't help but be angry and angry at the reporters who write the content, but I can't help but hope that the military can quickly collect all these newspapers and don't spread them to other places.

Of course, she completely underestimated the ability of these military soldiers to hide and transmit information, and also underestimated the ability of front-line reporters to be frantic and pervasive.

A few days later, the aftermath of the Demon Tide Raid completely subsided, and Sherlock and Nightingale also took the field train back to War Zone 404.

Although the two of them did not pretend not to know each other along the way, they were also very careful not to be too close to each other, for fear of being seen by the entourage and spreading some strange news.

At one o'clock in the afternoon, the train pulled into the platform, and Nightingale, escorted by his entourage, returned safely to the specially furnished room, while Sherlock returned to the barracks alone.

So at the gate of the barracks, he was met with a siege and interception.

Compared to the respect that reporters had for Miss Nightingale, there was no need to be careful about Sherlock, with a dozen cameras almost glued to his face, surrounded by reporters with pen and paper, and his eyes glowing.

"Excuse me. It's Sherlock. Mr. Holmes? ”

"No, you recognized the wrong person."

"As far as we know, you are not a soldier, you do not have any medical experience, and your name was not found in the accompanying medical team, so did you come to the front line specifically to accompany Miss Nightingale?"

"No, I don't know her well."

"I heard that you once led a makeshift team to defeat the so-called 'Undead Legion' under Major General Ulysses in another mission, is it true?"

"Ulysses? Who is it? I don't know! ”

"According to the rumors in the 421 war zone, you once shared an airship and a car with Miss Nightingale, and spent seven hours alone in the same room together, is it true and what did you do in the room?"

What else can I do, sleep!

The fact is sleep, but Sherlock knows that if the word comes out of his mouth, it will fall to the pen of these reporters, and it will not be as simple as sleeping.

Moreover, he thought just now that if he ignored these reporters, they would take advantage of him, but Yu Guang found that a few guys next to him were struggling to write a book, which read: "During the interview, the parties are in the same room and the topic is divided, trying to shift the focus, looking panicked" and other words.

Well, it seems that he somewhat underestimated the shamelessness of this group of bastards, and quickly pushed away the crowd and ran out of the sight of these people with a whoosh!

It's fast, and it is estimated that even if Baskerville is asked to stop it, it will not be able to stop it.

However, a reporter didn't think about it, and immediately wrote on the small note: The person concerned refused to answer the key question, fled in a hurry, Miss Nightingale did not show up during the whole process, what is the truth, please watch the next issue of "Miss Nightingale's Frontline Emotional Experience".

A few hours later, in the military base of the war zone, an incredibly fast shadow crossed the barracks, and then lifted the curtain of a barracks and dodged in.

"Hoo bastard reporters, their reconnaissance skills are much better than those police officers in Scotland Yard."

Sherlock was relieved to see that no one had found him, and sat back on the chair in the middle of the barracks, which was the barracks arranged for him by the military district, while Watson, who he hadn't seen for more than a week, was sitting at the table, carefully grinding some coffee beans.

Seeing that Sherlock was back, he didn't speak, nor did he ask if he was injured on the battlefield or other kind words, he just raised his eyes, looked at the other party in silence for a few seconds, and then pointed to a newspaper on the table straightforwardly, and said with a somewhat gloomy face:

"Explain."

At this time, of course, it was not only Watson who had a bad face, but in the holy city of Jerusalem, in a room decorated with white crystal ornaments, a white-clothed nun bowed her head and saluted slightly to Her Royal Highness in front of the window with great respect:

"The airship to the diocese of Ilimir is ready, and you can leave at any time."

The saintess in front of the window, dressed in white as always, was extremely holy, turned around and nodded: "Then let's go." ”

"Your Highness, your face is not very good."

"Oh, yes, maybe some of them didn't wake up, so it's out of the way." Mrs. Hudson smiled, holding a newspaper in her hand that had long been crumpled into a ball of paper, and the back of her hand was leaking out of the green tendons.

And on the streets of London, a horse-drawn carriage shuttles between the roads in the fog.

It was the first city where electricity was popularized, and the economic benefits of generators, wiring and factories running on electricity were astronomical.

And in the carriage, Erin. Ms. Adler cocked her orchid fingers and gently tore up a newspaper from the front line, and it was very shredded until she couldn't hold it in her hand, like garbage, and threw it on the ground at random.

During the whole process, her expression did not change at all, but she suddenly said to the entourage in front of her:

"Go back, I don't want to go out today."

When Godfrey heard this, he was slightly stunned: "But Miss, today we have to sign a contract for the transportation of generators in the entire Uptown, if you don't go, what will happen to the transporter?" ”

"Let them wait."

"That's our breach of contract, the number of orders this time exceeds 14,000 generators, and if we wait one more day, we will pay 450,000 pounds."

"It's not a big amount, and the loss will be paid."

"But."

Ms. Erin's eyes gradually sharpened, and she stared at the sturdy entourage in front of her, who was nearly half a meter taller than herself:

"I said, I'm not in the mood today, don't you understand?"

"Yes Miss"

Godfrey lowered his head, sweat running from the back of his neck.

Thinking about it, what happened to Miss today, that look looked like she was going to kill someone.

(End of chapter)