"What World No. 12?" Sherlock's voice in head responded.

"World 12 you said."

"Huh? I didn't say, did you hear me wrong? ”

"I heard the wrong fart!" Sherlock scolded, "How can you be so virtuous with that crimson, if you want to reveal some secrets to me, you can say it clearly, if you don't want me to know, don't say half of it." ”

Sherlock is looking at it as if a parent is educating some bear child, except that Sherlock is educating an all-knowing and all-powerful bear child.

And because he was omniscient and omnipotent, he certainly did not believe that the Light could say the wrong thing.

He was even more sure that he had heard correctly.

"In a way, I'm the same existence as Crimson, when you went deep into the center of the Antarctic continent, you were in a near-death state, and there was no signal relay station around, so I had no choice but to put the computing signal on the nearest living entity to you, so I was Crimson, Crimson was me.

But Crimson has independent nerves, so her thinking ability is also subtly influencing my algorithms.

This makes us express ourselves differently, and I put it down to the independent consciousness that life has."

"We're not talking about self-awareness." Sherlock interrupted the murmur of the voice in his head.

"I haven't said anything about the world number, and if there is, I won't admit it."

"Look, you said the word [world number] again."

"I didn't."

"I heard it with my own ears."

"There is a bug in the core algorithm, and I need some time to patch it, and I need to apply for this connection interruption. Good bye. ”

The absurd conversation flashed through Sherlock's mind at breakneck speed, and then came to an abrupt end.

"Crimson?"

Sherlock tried to evoke it again, but there was no reaction in his head.

"Holy Light?"

"The Temple of Mind?"

"Clue Vault ???"

"!"

No matter how hard he tried, there was no response in his head, and Sherlock cursed angrily, and then slammed the wooden door of the confessional room shut.

There was a lot of dust thrown off.

Frightened, the surrounding servants lay on the ground one by one, not even daring to raise their heads.

Everything that followed seemed so unbelievable.

Sherlock returned to the hall, greeted the Old Divine Envoy, and left.

Watson, Moran, and Mrs. Hudson followed, and the four of them walked out of the temple in such a generous manner.

There was no one to stop them along the way, only some people were prostrate on the ground without even making a sound.

It wasn't until they walked out of the temple that the sunlight on the snowy mountains shone on the smooth mirror-like snow, reflecting people who couldn't open their eyes, and a cold wind blew through, that Hudson and the others finally came to their senses.

They looked blankly at the door that had been kicked open, then at Sherlock, and held back for a long time, "Are you okay?" ”

"What's the matter?" Sherlock was a little confused.

"That's it. Forehead. You kicked the door of the Temple of Light. ”

Sherlock turned his head, looked at the gate, and nodded: "Yes, but this door is too old, you should come and renovate it when you find time, you look at the doorway, it creaks." ”

"Oh," replied Mrs. Hudson, dazedly, "it's time to fix it." ”

Of course, Her Highness didn't ask about the door, but she didn't know what to ask now, and at this time, she felt as if she suddenly heard Moriarty begging Sherlock for help on the day of Holy Love.

If you want to explain this absurdity, you must need many, many other things to foreshadow, and in the process, you don't know how many times you will be baptized in your cognition.

So, Mrs. Hudson, as before, smiled helplessly and chose to accept the scene in front of her.

Watson was rescued.

Sherlock was not cursed by countless servants of the gods and died tragically on the streets.

This is undoubtedly the best ending.

As for what happened during this period, she was not so curious.

So, a few people stepped onto the airship, leaving behind a mess of the temple and the shivering door of the gods, and disappeared into the dazzling sunlight.

[I have never met Mr. Sherlock, but I have known him for a long time.

A few years ago, just after Professor Darwin died in that experiment, I learned about the hired detective in some ways.

Charles. Professor Darwin's experiments will lead humanity to the next stage, and change is always two-sided, some expect it to happen, and some fear it.

That's why Mr. Darwin was murdered.

Mr. Sherlock, on the other hand, was the one who uncovered the truth, and he also cooperated with Professor Darwin's students to carry out the experiment to the end.

During this period, we don't know how much pressure these people experienced and how many risks they took on, but the empire can have today, and I believe that this unknown detective at that time also has a lot of credit. 】

————— Frontier Science Evening News

[In this era of human expeditions, in full swing, in this day when mankind is launching a general attack on hell, the report of victory is constantly blooming in that ice and snow under the guidance of the Holy Light.

Victory did not come easily.

But it came naturally.

However, the man's feat of coming back undoubtedly injected the most powerful stimulant into the tens of millions of expeditionary soldiers on the front line. Hell is not invincible, and when Lord Dante bravely braved it, now Sherlock. Mr. Holmes has returned strongly, and I believe that in the future, more and more fighters will pierce that black curtain and set foot on the gates of hell. Humanity will triumph. ”

—————— "Frontline Messages"

Of course, it is impossible for people to know that this hero who returned from Hell rushed to the Temple of Light shortly after his return, smashing the faces of several divine servants.

They were also immersed in the joy of the birth of another hero.

As the most authoritative newspaper in the public opinion circles of the entire empire, every report published on it will lead the public opinion of the entire empire.

So overnight, almost 90% of the newspapers were describing how many unknown but thrilling feats this man had done to bring him back to life.

The remaining 10%, staring at the huge risks, began to pick up the slightest scandal between Sherlock and Nightingale.

It is also unknown where the tabloids got the information that Nightingale had appeared in an apartment on Baker Street in London two years earlier.

And there, it was Mr. Sherlock's home.

Others say that Nightingale and Mr. Sherlock met more than once at night.

The reports, one by one, are written in vivid voices, so that people can't tell whether they are true or made up.

But readers never care about the truth or falsity of lace news, the hero fell into a desperate situation after saving the United States, and returned to the world after many years of piercing the darkness.

Especially someone of Nightingale's level.

Even if it is a figure admired by everyone, even if it is a beautiful woman fantasized about by thousands of men in the empire, but she is a person after all, she must grow up and mature, and the great Lord Nightingale will one day fall in love and choose an emotion, or a lifelong companion in the future.

Then this person must also be an existence at the level of 'hero of the world, stepping on seven-colored clouds'.

In the past countless years, there seems to be no such person in the entire empire who can convince the citizens of the empire.

And now, a man has appeared in the eyes of the public on the same path that Master Dante once walked, so if he is not qualified enough, will Miss Nightingale still be left alone for the rest of her life?

In the ancient Roman city of law, a radio was being recorded, and the person sitting in front of the microphone was the current emperor, Mr. Franklin.

This somewhat grunched imperial monarch has never been a good person at speeches, and at this time, he looked at the manuscript in his hand, and his face couldn't help but be a little embarrassed.

"This is a very ordinary Lower London resident, I don't know what kind of life experience he has, and I don't know what kind of attachment he has in his heart. But I know that he never seems to be tempted by power and money, and will not be shaken by power or oppression, what he always insists on is the light in his heart and the justice he chases. ”

"Rights are the most terrible thing in the world, because rights can make people compromise, and after compromise, people have no insistence and shake the bottom line.

Empires are no longer the empires they once were, and the wars that have oppressed us for centuries are coming to an end.

Although as the Emperor of the Empire, I should not have said such conclusive words in advance.

But I'll say it anyway.

The victory of humanity is at hand, the suffering of the past is finally coming to an end, and at this moment, the entire empire is showing unprecedented unity.

Then some things don't have to continue to be dusty. ”

At this, Franklin took a deep breath, as if suppressing the apprehension in his heart.

"Again, I want to thank Sherlock. Everything Holmes did for the Empire.

At the same time, I would like to accuse the previous Emperor, Augustine the Great, of deliberately murdering Professor Charles Darwin, President of the Academy of Life Sciences, maliciously terminating the plans of the Wild Devil to control the program, forcibly delaying the start of the human expedition, establishing a private political system in the center of the Imperial power, persecuting government officials, misappropriating the financial resources of the Empire, and conducting experiments with obvious selfish biases."

One crime after another, recited from the mouth of the imperial king.

Each one of them is like a bomb, and I don't know what a huge shock it will set off in the empire after the recording of this statement is completed.

"I am here to thank Augustine the Great for all that he has ever done for the Empire.

However, crime must be stopped in the end, otherwise human society will never be able to move forward.

Therefore, I would like to express my sincerest gratitude to a friend of mine for the future of the entire empire, for the opening of the Hell's Gate Expedition, and for the extinguishment of centuries of war.

Shylock. Mr. Holmes.

It was in the late autumn of the year 289 of the Holy Calendar.

The assassination of Augustine the Great in the ancient Roman city of France ended his life of great glory, but in the last years of his life he fell into the abyss of sin. ”

After reciting this sentence, the king of the empire exhaled slowly, and then felt a sense of relief all over his body.

He's been keeping this secret for almost three years.

Finally, today, he wants to reveal this secret.

The moment he carried the dark side of the great emperor in the history of the Holy Dynasty on his shoulders and lifted the burden, of course, he felt light, but what made him feel even more relaxed was that he had finally fulfilled the promise he had made to the detective.

Perhaps even Mr. Franklin himself did not realize it, and he was afraid in his heart that if he could not keep this promise, would one day that crazy fellow would step into the ancient Roman city again, and then stage a scene of killing the king alone.

In the society constructed by human beings, no matter how powerful the power of the individual is, it is impossible to shake the structure of the entire group.

Because humanity has a government, and empire has a holy light.

Thinking of this, Franklin smiled, and felt that Sherlock's outlaw assassination should not be staged again, because what Augustine the Great did did indeed threaten the survival process of mankind, so Sherlock could complete the murder of the king under the gaze of the Holy Light.

And himself, as long as he doesn't do anything against or blaspheme the Light, then it's impossible, Sherlock will kill himself one day

The teacher must be famous, and no one can disobey the Holy Light.

So, Franklin was a little more relieved, and listened to the recording twice more times before handing the disc in his hand to the staff.

It was hard to imagine how much of his peace of mind would have been left if he had found out that Sherlock had just kicked open the door of the Temple of Light a few hours earlier and came out intact.

In London, in an alley somewhere in the upper city, there is a small bar that is inconspicuous and devoid of any signs.

Only some nobles or high-ranking officials would know that this small bar has an incredible reputation in some circles.

At this time, in a private room at the bar, Erin. Ms. Adler held a few newspapers and read them with relish.

In fact, there is no need to guess what she is reading, because in the past few days, no matter what newspaper it is, it is inseparable from the name that brought back to life.

Looking at the words about Sherlock's bombastic words, the corners of the woman's mouth, who was so rich that she didn't even know how much money she had, would leak a smile from time to time.

But after putting down the newspaper, there was a little bitterness in her smile.

Miss Erin is a businessman, so he knows the most greedy and fickle part of the human heart.

Sherlock may return from the gates of hell, and this scene is so similar to that of Dante 30 years ago.

It stands to reason that his future should not be much worse than that of Dante.

But Sherlock is very different from Dante in one way.

After the old man had accomplished the earth-shattering feat, he chose to retreat to the town and no longer interfere in anything in the empire.

That's why he became the great Dante.

But what about Sherlock.

This guy never seems to know what a stop is.

(End of chapter)