I don't know which sage once said that the only lesson that mankind can learn from history is that mankind cannot learn any lessons from history.

But history still needs to be remembered, those things that have happened in the years, big or small, are like monuments of good or bad, no matter what kind of thinking and warning they will give to future generations, even if they are useless, they must be recorded and preserved, because that is the proof that human beings have walked through the long river of history step by step.

Therefore, tens of millions of years ago, those primitive people who have not yet been rational and civilized will carve simple and easy-to-understand rock paintings in the caves, and when paper has not yet been invented, people will engrave history on bamboo slips, use words, use paintings, use books, and at the worst have to pass it on by word of mouth.

In short, in this world that has been desperate for centuries, there are still historical museums, which are buildings that are common in every era.

During this time, Sherlock walked into the building every day on his way out to hand out flyers; In other words, he is on the way here, by the way, he needs to come here to read what has happened in the past few hundred years, he needs to understand history, to understand the state of mind of people in this era, to live better in this world, to better find a way to leave this world.

Yesterday, he read about a genetic revolution that humanity had begun to carry out at the beginning of the last century, the purpose of which was to improve the genetic stability of humans so that they could pass through the void rift, and after decades of hard work, they did succeed, and the result was the embryo, but because of Dante's arrival, the final result of this experiment was ruthlessly stolen.

Therefore, in this world, Dante is a heinous sinner who cruelly strangles the hope of the future of mankind in the cradle.

After that, humans could only use the remaining records of genetic experiments to try to cultivate embryos with the same ability, of course, a large part of the success of this experiment was due to coincidence, so the results of embryo cultivation after that were not very satisfactory.

In the course of reading these records, Sherlock suddenly realized that the reason why Lilith looked so similar to Nightingale was because she was born in embryonic experiments, so she had some Miss Nightingale genes.

Sherlock's learning ability and receptivity are quite good, and now, he can accept and understand the word "gene", I really don't know if those researchers will stick their portraits on the wall and worship them every day if they bring this concept back to his own world.

Nearly a thousand years of scientific and technological development have brought baptism to human cognition again and again, and Sherlock is like an opportunistic bad student who has not heard a single class in a semester, and has relied on the last few days of the end of the semester to make up for it.

The sky is always red, there is no sunrise and sunset, he has to soak here for almost five or six hours a day, the business of [Old Miller Detective Agency] is still tepid, if Melissa knows that he doesn't care to hand out flyers every day, just goes out to run historical documents, it is estimated that his salary will be deducted for several months.

Due to the borrowing of books in the Archives, which required an identity to ascend to the throne, Sherlock could only read in the library every day, standing beside the synthetic wooden bookshelves, or leaning against the whitewashed walls, and planting a few not-so-tall green trees in the Archives, which could not survive outdoors at all, but could only be transplanted indoors, and the conversion between carbon dioxide and oxygen could make people feel a little bit of life, and the window would occasionally walk by citizens holding high propaganda banners, shouting things like 'The rebel must die!' 'slogan.

In fact, now that I think about it, even if the human beings here find a way to cross the rift in time and space, and the people in the world before them agree to their entry, then this anger that has been suppressed for hundreds of years cannot make everything develop in the direction of peace, and the contradiction between the fingertips of the two worlds seems to have reached an irreconcilable level.

In other words, if one day, the aircraft cannon on this side rushed through the gates of hell, then with the contractor on the other side, as well as the electrical technology that has just been researched, and the steam rush that has been used for hundreds of years, can it really beat this side?

On this day, Sherlock came to the Archives again as scheduled.

He read a record of an artificial sun, which clearly records that the artificial sun actually has a console, which can set the sun's opening and dormant time, when it is dormant, it will block the light and heat emitted by the sun, and then when it is turned on, it will release the absorbed heat, so as to imitate the alternation of day and night.

And the controller itself is also a supercomputer built by combining the limits of human technology at that time, it uses solar energy as an energy source, working day and night, and its core purpose is to find a way for human beings to survive. Originally, the prototype of the genetic stabilization experiment was simulated by this computer.

However, when the people on the other side of the rift invaded, the huge console was snatched away, causing the sun to be unable to turn off, and could only release scarlet light all year round.

Although it was only a very simple description, Sherlock vaguely felt that the temple of holy light that was high above would not have something to do with the console of the artificial sun.

If that's the case, could it be that the computer has been running for so long, and it has been adhering to its ultimate mission, constantly searching for a way for humanity to survive?

So after all these years, has this computer thought of a way?

Also, the reason why those divine servants looked crooked and cracked one by one was because they were too close to this computer and suffered too much radiation?

Well, now Sherlock, even the high-end term radiation can be naturally integrated.

"You've been distracted lately." Melissa said.

"How do you know?" Sherlock brought a portion of potato soup to the table, removed his apron, and sat down at the table.

"Before, I arranged work for you, and you always had to mumble a few words, but now you accept it naturally."

"What's the use of me muttering, I still have to do the work that needs to be done."

"I know you're having a hard time working here." Melissa didn't eat, just said calmly, "I'm sorry." ”

Sherlock was stunned for a moment, he didn't know why the stingy girl boss in front of him suddenly apologized to him, now that the vacation was over, Miller started school, and there were only two people at the table, Sherlock and Melissa, and the atmosphere seemed very wrong.

"Actually, I pay you very little, you should know that." She continued: "I'm always trying to get you to help with the cooking, to help clean up the house, and I know that's not your job. I'm a terrible boss. ”

"Well, you can pick the important ones." Sherlock could tell that there must be something important about Melissa today.

"You can be honest with me, have you been looking for other jobs lately?"

"Huh?"

Melissa shrugged: "When you went out to distribute flyers recently, you were very positive, although I can't see it, but I know that your flyers are not sent a lot, you must have done other things in the process I can guess, you should have gone to other detective agencies for interviews, after all, there is no development in my place." ”

Speaking of this, Melissa exhaled deeply:

"Well, if you find your next job, just tell me, I won't drag you away. In fact, I've already decided that I'm going to sell this detective agency. ”

Sherlock was stunned for a moment, he never thought that Melissa would one day want to sell here: "Sell? Why? ”

He couldn't help but ask.

Melissa smiled like no one: "Business has been tepid, you've been here for half a year, in fact, I'll tell you the truth, even if we've been saving money, we still haven't saved any money and I still need money." ”

"What do you need money for?" Sherlock tried to take himself more at ease, as he poured a portion of potato soup into his bowl.

"I need money to see a doctor, or more precisely, it's not me, it's Miller. He had a mutated stomach cell and needed surgery before he was 11 years old. Melissa said, "And with our current income, it is impossible to save up for the operation." ”

Sherlock took out a piece of potato, stuffed it into his mouth and chewed it slowly, in the past six months, in order to avoid revealing his identity, he had hardly talked to Melissa about any parental issues, he knew that Melissa had been frugal, but he had never known that the money was originally for the surgery that Miller had saved.

It's not that he is negligent in observing, it's just that he doesn't care because he knows that if he wants to survive better in this world, he must keep a safe distance from the people in this world, which naturally includes the disabled girl in front of him.

"I'm sorry to tell you this today, but it should be good news for you." Melissa said, finally touching the chopsticks on the table: "Uncle Miller spent half his life before he gained some reputation for managing this detective agency, but if it was to sell this place for the purpose of treating his child, I think he would agree, right." ”

"Of course, healing is a big deal." Sherlock said, "So, if I get my next job, you're going to close the shop and sell it?" ”

"yes."

"Oh"

The meal was very silent, he didn't quite know what he should say at this time, if it was a job seeker brought into this world, he should feel happy now, just like Melissa said, the salary here is really not too high, but if she really wants to sell this place, then where will she find the next place to stay.

After eating, Sherlock finished cleaning up the dishes and sat down on the couch where he usually slept, quietly thinking about something, Melissa still sat in front of the window, listening to the people coming and going on the street, looking no different than usual.

"If this store suddenly improves, don't you have to close it?" Sherlock asked suddenly.

"Maybe." Melissa said, but then smiled helplessly: "But no matter how much it improves, it is impossible to make money for a major operation in such a short period of time, in fact, I am a very stingy person, sometimes I even think, just let time move forward little by little, Miller will always grow up, if he is sick and dies, it is also a very normal result."

In this day and age, anyone can get sick and die. ”

Melissa paused, looked out the window, of course, she couldn't see anything, and then continued in the gray, blood-colored sunlight:

"But. . . I have only one relative in this world, Miele. ”

In the afternoon, Sherlock came to the library as scheduled, and also came to the historical documents area as scheduled, wanting to continue reading on weekdays.

But standing under that green tree, he found that he couldn't read.

In this world, the despair that everyone can get sick and everyone can die is already the norm in this world.

And is this normalcy brought about by the plundering hundreds of years ago?

After so many years, those who were thrown into the rift of time and space have turned into terrible monsters, and then wreaked havoc in another world, killing all the humans they saw, and the flames of war were ignited for centuries, which was enough to call life miserable.

This kind of thing, in the end, should it depend on who made the first move, or who killed the most people?

Should the people of today bear the mistakes made by people hundreds of years ago, and the disasters caused by mistakes have lasted for hundreds of years, will hatred also breed for hundreds of years?

This kind of problem is too complicated, and Sherlock knows that he will never be able to figure it out, or that it will never be conclusive.

He was just thinking now about whether he should go to some bigger cases and give [Old Miller Detective Agency] an extremely resounding reputation, but if he did, he would have a greater chance of being exposed. But if the detective agency is really closed and you stay on the streets, the chances of being caught seem to be not small.

As the minutes ticked by, Sherlock was just thinking wildly, not turning a page of the history book in his hand.

Abrupt. He seemed to sense that something was wrong.

Because it's so quiet.

After such a long time, it seems that no one has come in the entire historical document area. Although there are not many people here, there is no one passing by in the corridor, which is a bit unreasonable

(End of chapter)