Sherlock has been in trouble more than once.

But for various reasons, he is still alive, and he continues to cause trouble, and it is getting bigger and bigger.

For a long time in the past, there was a faint balance between the disasters he created and the miracles he created, which was the reason why he was still alive, and the reason why he was still just an ordinary citizen of the Empire, in fact, if it weren't for the heinous crimes he committed, he would have become a legend in the Imperial Metropolitan Police Department by now, or be invited to the Inquisition to confess.

This time, he rescued Nightingale, fell into the gates of hell, and miraculously survived, an astonishing feat comparable to that accomplished by Lord Dante 30 years ago, when the old man was growing old and the Empire needed to erect a statue of a hero.

However, it was only a few days later, and he broke into another earth-shattering disaster.

Breaking into the Temple of Light alone and smashing the door of the Temple is no longer something that can be weighed by offsetting one's merits and faults, and offending the Holy Light is offending all mankind. If he does offend the Light and cause a third demonic invasion, Sherlock will be a sinner for all of humanity, no matter what he has done.

Mrs. Hudson and Moran anxiously walked up the steps, and at the door of the temple they saw a servant of the priest who had fainted on the stairs.

Neither of them dared to think about it, but their hearts were already starting to chill.

Entering the main hall, seeing the few divine servants lying on the ground and wailing, the horror in my heart was even more indescribable, Sherlock and Watson, two guys, one killed the divine servant and the other smashed the temple, in fact, the current Moran already has the mentality of 'hurry up and go back and tell the master about this, let him quickly dissociate himself from these two crazy people'.

If it weren't for the fact that Her Highness was still anxiously walking inside, she would probably have turned around and left now.

In the empty hall, there were some divine servants kneeling sporadically, some of them were spread on the ground, some raised their hands, chanting complex scriptures in their mouths, and under the huge sun flowers at the end of the hall, the old god made the whole person look in a certain direction, as if he had just been frightened, and his whole body curled up into a ball that fell to the ground, but he kept muttering in his mouth, as if he was begging for the forgiveness of the holy light.

Mrs. Hudson did not hesitate at all, she knew that she could not do anything about it now, but the little London landlord, who had been forced to become a saint, had never accepted her noble status.

To this day, she still thinks that she is just an ordinary woman, who failed a lonely downtown detective one night many years ago.

It was useless to do anything, it didn't mean that she could do nothing, she knelt on the ground and made the most pious salute to the rickety body: "Lord of the Old God, Holy Lady of the Holy See, Reticia. Hudson saw him, and I knew that the offense was irreparable, but I still wanted to ask how I could appease the Light's wrath. ”

Seeing the old god envoy, of course, Moran also needed to kneel and worship, so she immediately followed Her Royal Highness to kneel and bow to the ground.

The old man in front of him seemed to be startled by this voice, and his whole body trembled, and he said in a trembling voice: "Yes, this offense is irreparable."

It's irretrievable!! ”

The weak voice was full of remorse and sorrow, and it sounded as if he had made some mistake himself.

Well, as the most devout believer in the entire empire, he actually let people do anything wrong in the Holy Light Temple, and the old god envoy probably took this responsibility on himself.

Sherlock, Sherlock, you're so presumptuous!

Just as he was thinking of this, suddenly, there was a sound of footsteps beside him.

Hudson and Moran looked in the direction the voice was coming from.

Then, Sherlock was seen walking out.

It's still the messy hair, or the nonchalant look, this bastard is always like this, and he doesn't know how much trouble he has caused.

And as his body gradually walked up from the steps, what was even more frightening was that he was carrying a person in his hand.

The man was dressed in the robes of a servant of God, and his entire jaw was dislocated, twisting miserably to one side, and it was because of this that he could only let out a more miserable wail in his throat.

Sherlock's fingers were all in the man's flesh, and he grabbed his ribs and dragged him up.

Behind him, the pale Watson also showed his figure, of course he was wearing clothes now, but on the inner lining of the white suit, there were obviously large patches of blood, which looked shocking.

"Sherlock!"

Hudson exclaimed!

At this time, her mood was very complicated, and she wanted to hurry over and hug him, but he had committed such a serious crime, and he was still praying to the divine envoy, and the divine envoy did not respond to him.

So, she could only continue to kneel, hoping that there would be some way to keep Sherlock alive.

"Huh? How did you guys get here? ”

Sherlock saw the two kneeling in the distance and asked with some confusion.

"Ahh

The divine servant in his hand shook his chin and continued to let out a miserable moan, and Sherlock snapped his mouth angrily and directly knocked him out.

This scene fell in everyone's eyes, and their hearts throbbed.

Those divine servants and old gods made the adults see it, and they haven't gotten used to the picture of someone daring to slap the mouths of the people in the temple, but thinking of what they just did, they didn't dare to say more, so they could only be shocked and at a loss, looking at their companions with a variety of complicated expressions, seeing that the other side of their companion's face was also blurred by the flesh and blood, they just didn't dare to step forward to stop it.

Hudson was crying, and he thought uncontrollably: "It's over, it's over, no matter how much you plead, it's useless, wait for death." ”

"Stop!"

Moran grew up beside Moriarty, and he was already accustomed to the exalted position of the servants of the gods, and when she saw Sherlock treating the servants so roughly, she quickly got up and rushed over to stop them.

Of course, in fact, she is not distressed, but she just thinks that if this continues, Sherlock is likely to really push herself into the abyss of unforgivability.

But just a few steps later, from behind Sherlock and Watson, another servant came out, trembling with his head bowed and bent on his waist, as if he did not dare to raise his eyes to look at the two in front of him.

I could only squint my eyes apprehensively, looking at the miserable god's servant who was missing an arm in Sherlock's hand, trembling all over,

Sherlock seemed to find it difficult to carry such a thing, so he threw the unconscious servant at the feet of the man behind him.

"This guy is too noisy, I won't take him away, you clean him up, don't let him die, and then send me over."

The servant nodded, "Do as you wish." ”

What else could he say?

But these few words fell into Moran's ears, and she was stunned for a moment, and the body that was about to rush over suddenly staggered in place.

"Excuse me, Mr. Sherlock, are you satisfied now?"

The hoarse voice of the old god made the lord sound from under the golden robe, and he didn't dare to raise his head at the moment, but just pressed his forehead against the floor and asked humbly.

"Well, it's quite satisfying."

Sherlock nodded, shaking the blood off his hands.

Hudson was also blinded.

She looked blankly at the old oracle in front of her, and then at Sherlock blankly, feeling that the question and answer she heard were so ridiculous and weird.

She was a saint of the Holy See, but she had never been to the Temple of Light, and this was the first time she stepped into the holiest place in the Empire, and she could be shocked by the magnificent palace in front of her, but Sherlock made herself feel that the teachings she had heard in books and the awe of the Light that the people felt in Jerusalem were all joking with her.

"But. . . Mr. Sherlock, you haven't said where you're going to send this man. ”

The servant behind him asked timidly.

"Huh?" Sherlock scratched his head, he didn't know where Watson was going for the time being, he was going back to the front to continue as a Nightingale medics, or he was tired of life there and was ready to return to the hinterland of the empire.

So.

"I haven't thought about it yet, but when the time comes, I'll let it tell you."

The simple response made the hearts of everyone around him convuls, except for Moran and Mrs. Hudson, everyone knew who he was talking about, so they all lowered their heads and prayed silently in their hearts.

"How. What's wrong? Mrs. Hudson asked, surprised.

No one responded to her.

"What's going on?"

She subconsciously asked again, because in her cognition, she couldn't understand the scene in front of her at all.

Of course, no one responded to her, because Sherlock had just said that this matter should not be publicized.

Then no one would dare to confide the slightest bit of information.

Sherlock smiled and walked over to Moran, then waved his hand like no one, "Hey, long time no see." ”

Then he embarrassedly reminded the landlord who was completely confused: "Don't kneel, the floor is cold here." The tone was as if his home was not heated, which made him a little embarrassed.

Silence wandered through the empty temple, and in such a situation, no one knew what to say.

That's fine

"Then you find a place to rest for a while, I'm here for the first time, just take a stroll, and we'll walk together in a while."

Sherlock said, and then he really walked around on his own.

When they passed by the surrounding servants, they all knelt on the ground and did not dare to raise their heads.

Soon, Sherlock noticed a small confessional made of wooden planks in the corner of the temple, and he felt that this thing did not match the decoration style of the entire Temple of Light, so he asked a priest next to him.

"Hey, what's this for?"

The servant shuddered and quickly replied, "It is the place where believers listen to God's revelation when the light shines." ”

"Oh, it turns out that there is really a divine revelation." Sherlock nodded thoughtfully and walked to the confessional.

The hearts of the people around me are beating to their throats, this confessional room is the closest place to the holy light, who dares to go in casually.

Even the people who go in don't follow the rules and make mistakes, and even if there is one more person who goes in and takes one more look, they can die without a place to be buried.

But they watched Sherlock pull open the wooden door of the confessional, but one by one they did not dare to step forward to stop them.

Sherlock opened the door to the confessional and looked inside.

It's okay not to look at it, but when he looks at it, he can't help but be stunned for a moment.

Because in this confessional room, there is a chair, and above the chair, there is a huge radiation release device, which is upside down on the roof of the confessional room.

This radiation release device is like a large bowl, and in the world 800 years later, he has seen this kind of device outside the city, and it is usually used to discharge the radiation that is not covered by the canopy into the urban wilderness.

However, there, Sherlock saw models that had been updated and iterated several times, and the one on his head now should be a very old version.

"Eh, that's how you usually use this kind of thing to communicate with people?" He muttered.

Soon, a string of characters appeared in front of me: "Of course, I can communicate with people in other ways, but my operation produces a huge amount of radiation, which produces a lot of heat and radiation waste, and if it is not discharged in time, it will affect my operation."

And one of my core constructs is to try to change humanity with radiation, and whether or not that change can be brought in a good direction.

So every once in a while, I would pour a large amount of radiation directly into a human subject to document their changes. ”

“.”

Sherlock hadn't been to the Temple of Light before, and he hadn't been to the other side of the rift, so he couldn't ask this kind of question, and he couldn't understand the answer.

But at this moment, after he heard the Holy Light's answer, his whole expression was very twisted.

Frowned awkwardly for a moment.

"Well, the 'divine revelation' that these divine servants talk about all day long is actually an experiment that you have nothing to do with them as guinea pigs?"

"Of course not, this is a long and arduous data collection for the existence of human beings, who cannot be called guinea pigs, who are warriors who have sacrificed their health for the future of mankind."

Sherlock rubbed his eyebrows and smiled bitterly: "I have thought about a lot of questions about you, but I didn't expect that it would be this kind of unfolding, I really don't know what the expressions of those divine servants outside will be when they tell the truth." ”

"I've done simulations that based on their trust in the so-called 'Light', if they were told that they were going to die for my experiment, there was a 99.5% chance that the devotee would be extremely excited, and even that dedication would take on a fanatical self-dedication for some time to come.

I can't understand how human faith can cause this race to exhibit self-destructive tendencies that are contrary to its existence.

But I would advise against making the facts public.

This affects the balance of human existence in World No. 12. ”

Sherlock hesitated.

"Well, you say, the twelfth world. What is the meaning? ”

(End of chapter)