The old servant is over 170 years old this year.

When he was young, he also had a handsome face and a tall figure.

It's just that in contact with the Holy Light, he gradually became the small and rickety he is now.

But he felt it was worth it.

Outward appearances will inevitably eventually turn into nothingness, and only faith in the Light will be eternal.

He may be a bit absolute when he says that he is the most knowledgeable person in the world about the Light, but he is certainly the most devout person in the world.

The Light is omniscient and omnipotent, the Light is omnipresent, the Light is the source of all things, and the illumination of the Light is the foundation of the continuation of the human race.

It's like the sun shining on everything.

Of course, the people of this world don't know that one day, the sun will become the culprit who destroys the world, anyway, the current human beings feel that the only thing that can be compared with the holy light is the sunshine that gave birth to hundreds of millions of living beings, so the sunflower will be the symbol of the Holy See.

At this moment, the old god made the lord think of these things inexplicably, and he just stared at the faint blue light that bloomed from the black box.

Over the past hundred years, he has experienced countless revelations of the Light, but those revelations are ambiguous, incomprehensible to humans, and require a long time to decipher before a glimpse of its mysteries.

There has never been such a clear appearance in the black box as it is now.

Even, this time, no one was allowed to enter the confessional room.

The Light didn't seem to care if there were believers listening to His will, and it couldn't wait to send down such a clear and understandable message.

Forehead. In fact, this is not a divine will at all, it is clearly a greeting.

But to whom is the great Light greeting?

The old god makes adults not understand, do not understand, and even a little unacceptable

His frozen face suddenly turned as pale as the snow of 10,000 years outside the temple, and the heart that had become pious and glorious by believing in the great light began to beat uncontrollably, and through the withered ribs, you could see the clear ups and downs inside.

He was shocked, no, he was going through a baptism of cognition! A great mental breakdown!

And when he realized that the man in front of him who was about to gouge out his eyes seemed to be responding to something out of thin air, 'long time no see', he finally couldn't bear it anymore, and he staggered and fell to the ground.

Well, he was lying on the ground.

But his consciousness began to stumble, and he began to collapse with a bang, and began to fall towards the endless abyss.

"Uhhh

An indefatigable wail erupted from the old angel's mouth, and the sound of the voice made the people around him tremble, and no one could understand what was happening.

"Suzu ~ Suzu ~ Suzu ~"

The voice of God's decree reappeared, and a text resurfaced in the blue light of the black box.

"You've had 433 days of disconnection, welcome back."

"Oh? Have I been gone for so long? Sherlock said.

In the void in front of him, a text emotional appeared in his sight.

In fact, after going to the Redek Strait, he lost contact with the Temple of Thinking, but after that, the front line began to lay holy light, which caused the Temple of Thinking to probably search for Sherlock again, but because the density was not enough, or the signal was not strong enough, the two of them did not communicate much.

After that, Sherlock went on another trip to the world 800 years later, which was a complete break from the Temple of Thought.

It was only then that he finally re-engaged with him.

When friends meet, of course, say hello.

Such an understatement of a few words.

But it had turned into thunder that fell from heaven and exploded throughout the temple.

Who the hell is this guy talking to?

Why did his words fit so closely with the Light's will?

Are they really talking?

The supreme Light, saying to a human being, 'Long time no see?' ’

This kind of questioning is so absurd, and it can even be said to be terrifying, because this simple sentence "long time no see" means more dazzling power than the stars and the sea, and more than the hundreds of millions of living beings combined.

Why?!! Why?! Why?!! Why?!!!!!

In the past few centuries, no one in this temple has raised any questions about the Holy Light, even those words that they don't understand at all, those complex passwords composed of 1 or 0, no one dares to doubt, only dare to study and solve them for decades.

But at this moment, Sherlock. Mr. Holmes, for the Temple of Light, has brought a puzzle to which no one knows the answer.

"Can you help me?" Sherlock said lightly.

"Of course." In the blue glow, there was such a word.

"A friend of mine is imprisoned here, can you get the people here to release him."

The voice did not fall.

In the corner of the Temple of Light, there was a sudden violent knock on the wooden door, and the wooden door of a small confessional room seemed to be swept by a strong wind, and the pounding and clanging of golden light was released from it.

One of the nearest servants was still prostrate on the ground, and when he saw the light of the confessional not far away, he uncontrollably got up and walked towards it.

When the Light descends upon the Revelation, the confessional chamber will be filled with golden light, and one and only one servant must enter it to listen to the teachings of the Light.

This is an iron law of the Temple of Light.

Therefore, even if the brains of these divine servants are now smoky from the Nine Heavens Thunder, this rule still has to be followed.

He hurriedly walked through the wooden door and closed it

Suddenly, the golden light inside the door shone brightly, and the slightest trace of escape from the crack in the door illuminated the entire temple.

At the same time, there was a terrible roar from inside the door!

"Ahhh!!!hh Imperial Citizen ———— John. Peanut ———— not guilty!! ”

The screaming stopped abruptly.

The entire temple, and indeed the entire world, seemed to fall into absolute silence.

It seems that after an incomparably long time, a gentle voice finally came: "Thank you~"

This thank you came from Sherlock's mouth, and then, he stripped his hair that was blown by the wind and snow, and then slowly walked towards the divine envoy not far away, at this time, the most devout disciple who had served the Holy Light for more than a hundred years seemed to be planted, and his eyes followed the direction of Sherlock's actions, a little cheaper.

It's like a sunflower looking at the sun.

"Don't make a noise about this, I'm too troublesome."

Sherlock said softly.

The old angel's mind did not allow him to think, so he nodded reflexively, and if his almost degraded limbs were any use, he even wanted to make the most reverent gesture to the young man in front of him.

Sherlock woke up in a daze when he was a child, he had no memory of his parents, and when he was two or three years old, he grew up in a welfare home, and all that accompanied him since he was a child was a white strange dream.

What happened to him after that was ridiculous and bizarre in any situation of any era, and Sherlock had to solve them, although after passing through the gates of hell once, he solved some of these puzzles, but not all of them, so he didn't want too many people to interfere with his little secrets until they were all solved.

This is the longest way of thinking that a paranoid person has.

It's not that he wants to play low-key.

That's why he asked the old god to make the adults silent about today's events.

"Now, I can pick up my partner, right?"

Sherlock said.

No one agreed, but it was because no one had recovered from the shock, and no one dared to stop him, and he walked up the stairs that led to the prison below the temple.

As he walked past the stairs, he saw a servant of the gods who was standing still.

"Hey, bro, lead the way."

"Respectfully. "The man's mind was still dizzy, and he subconsciously used a respectful salutation.

And just like that, the two walked down the steps.

The bottom of the temple was much more complicated than the one above, with long narrow corridors and corners dotted here, and the priest led the way with his trembling body bowed down, and Sherlock walked behind, and in the holiest place in the Empire, he lit a cigarette, smoked it, and flicked the ashes to the ground along the way.

There's no sign saying no smoking, so Sherlock isn't disrespectful to it, is it?

Finally, the two of them came to a large, dark iron door, and the man pushed it open.

This place should be soundproof, because the moment it is pushed away, a sharp bone grinding sound comes from there.

"Squeak-squeak-"

and the icy sound of whips.

The servant who led the way stood trembling by the door, not daring to enter, and Sherlock's face was gloomy, and he ignored him, and went straight into the prison.

The cell was small, and there was only one prisoner in it, and after passing a corner, Sherlock stopped and tilted his head.

No one knew what kind of emotion was in his eyes at this time.

In the cell in front of him, a naked man was hanging in the air, his hands, legs, and ribs on both sides were all attached to a hideous-looking hellworm, their round mouthparts were like suction cups, adsorbed to the prisoner's body, you can guess, the flesh under the mouthparts has been completely gnawed clean, the sharp teeth of the worm are creaking and gnawing at the prisoner's bones, every minute, every second, let him feel the pain straight into the bone marrow.

But this was obviously not enough, for in front of the prisoner stood panting, one of his hands gone, and the one that remained held a barbed whip.

Just now, he used this whip to whip the prisoner in front of him, causing his entire body to be covered in flesh and blood, and the whip whipped on those worms, the pain would also make them twist violently, accelerating the effect of gnawing.

I don't know if it was because Sherlock was light on his feet, or because the sound of the whip just now was masking his arrival, but at this moment, the servant didn't realize that someone was already standing behind him.

He wiped the sweat from his forehead, gasped and asked, "Damn, I know you're in pain, why don't you scream?" ”

The death row prisoner slowly raised his face, it was hard to imagine that under such torture, that person could still look a trace of handsome aristocratic temperament.

"As I said, your methods are too inferior, I'm a little tired now, please don't let me hold back my laughter."

Watson said softly, and he could see that he was indeed tired, but this fatigue was not due to pain or criminal punishment, but simply because of excessive bleeding.

And as soon as he looked up, he saw Sherlock behind the servant, and was slightly startled.

Then he smiled helplessly.

"It's slow." He grumbled.

"How can I be blamed for this? The airship is at this speed. Sherlock said with a smile.

The conversation between the two men visibly shocked the servant for a moment, and he turned his head and looked at Sherlock in confusion. The cell was soundproofed, so he didn't know what was going on up there, he just stared at him and whispered, "Who are you?" ”

Sherlock didn't look at the other party, not even a glance, and walked straight to Watson.

The anger in the servant's eyes was even stronger, he had been immersed in the anger of losing a hand for a while, and now a person had appeared, completely ignoring himself, which made him take a step directly in front of Sherlock, and at the same time the whip in his hand was also fiercely slashed at the other party.

Bang.

Sherlock didn't want to say more, just slapped the man in the face.

Suddenly, half of the man's face collapsed, and the flesh on his cheeks was scraped off a large piece of his teeth, and the remaining force slapped the whole man to the ground, and if it weren't for the good quality of the floor, he would even be able to sink his head into the ground.

"Don't worry, you're not dead." Sherlock said, stepping past the convulsive body of the servant and walking towards Watson, the hellworms seemed to feel some terrible aura, and one by one they began to tremble, crackling and falling to the ground, trying to run around.

Sherlock didn't care, and as he took a few steps forward, he accidentally stepped on one, and a stream of pulp exploded under his feet.

Immediately, he ripped off the shackles on Watson's wrists.

Two old friends who haven't seen each other for a long time are indeed a little awkward to meet in this kind of place, but they didn't hug, didn't cry face-to-face, and didn't even have any emotion after meeting.

Because they don't need any of that between them.

At this time, outside the Temple of Light, a special airship for the Holy See slowly landed, and Moran and Mrs. Hudson walked down quickly.

When they saw the door of the temple that had been kicked open, the uneasiness in their hearts had reached its peak.

Obviously, I was still a step too late.

Sherlock, you're in trouble!

(End of chapter)