As I said. Quiet, which is not a good thing most of the time.

Sherlock was so quiet at the moment, he needed to focus, he needed to convince himself, he needed to go through the words of Master Dante over and over again in his head, telling himself not to go crazy.

Your hands are handcuffed, but don't go crazy;

Although your own handle is in the hands of the person you respect most, don't go crazy.

You may be sent to the Inquisition, or become a criminal, but don't go crazy.

Although some of the charges were not committed by themselves, but they were forcibly arranged on themselves, but don't fucking go crazy!

Although all kinds of things seem like being threatened, forced, and imprisoned, although these behaviors have obvious elements that make you uncomfortable, try to endure it and don't go crazy!

Although as long as you have a blues, you can delay your depressed mood a little, and the spicy feeling can make you more comfortable, but this idiot in front of you can't even help yourself light one!

But! Don't go crazy!

Because I'm just acting a little extreme, but I'm not a madman.

Sherlock knew very well that this moment was a very delicate juncture, and if he suddenly broke free of the shackles and slapped the brain of the executive in front of him, then things would go in a very bad direction.

So, he was silent and didn't say a word, just used deep breaths to keep himself calm.

Don't go crazy!!

But

Maybe Sherlock really has some kind of unpleasant aura by nature, maybe his hair is always messy, maybe he looks too angular and looks very aggressive.

In short, his silence made the tension of the executive in front of him rise again.

It was an executive, an official of a violent apparatus recognized by both the government and the Holy See, a professional in dealing with the crimes of demons and contractors in the heart of the Empire.

So he could naturally feel the extreme sense of danger emanating from Sherlock's body.

At the same time, as an official of the Adjudication Division, he had also heard some rumors about Sherlock, knew that several deacons had died at his hands, and knew that he seemed to have tortured and killed a pope, these thoughts made a second-order peak executive more and more uneasy, so he had to take out the gun on his waist and load it quietly, he was given the task of taking care of this prisoner, so he didn't want to let the other party run away because of some negligence, of course, this was also to make his own heart more stable.

However, no matter how secret these actions were, it was impossible to escape Sherlock's observation, and he smiled wryly: "I made you nervous? ”

Although he didn't want to admit it, the executive nodded.

"Take the gun back." Sherlock said.

"Forgive me for not being able to do that, I must promise that there will be no mistakes on your way to the Tribunal."

"I'm not crazy, I'll be quiet until I get to my destination."

However, the executive shook his head nervously: "I can't trust a person who blew up an entire street for no reason. ”

“.” The carriage, which had just had some sounds, fell silent again.

The executive didn't know why Sherlock suddenly stopped talking, but he was scared, and it was hard for anyone who had not experienced it to imagine how great fear and discomfort it would bring to staying in a confined space with someone like Sherlock, especially when he was constantly suppressing his anger and suddenly silent for no reason.

It was a long time before Sherlock finally spoke, "I'm not going to blow up an entire street for no reason." I said, I'm not crazy.

In fact, I am a rational person in every sense, so I do things logically.

For example, I like to twist off the hands and feet of criminals and put them in a suitcase, because it is convenient to carry the suitcase and it is not too conspicuous. ”

"Please be quiet." The executive repeated the sentence just now, in fact, he didn't realize that what he said was contradictory to what he did, and he was very scared when the other party didn't speak, but he still kept asking the other party not to talk.

But this time, instead of shutting up, Sherlock continued:

"I once killed the Pope, but that's because the Pope once wanted to kill me.

I once tried the vice president of the Academy of Life Sciences without evidence, and that was because in my philosophy, what he did was already conclusive, and he was too lazy to follow the process of imperial law, and to be honest, I always felt that imperial law was a piece of.

I once assassinated the Emperor because I thought he deserved to die.

I have killed many of the guards of the ancient Roman city for this, because they are trying to protect a person who seems to me to be damned, a group of people who are ready to kill me because of their position, and in exchange for glory, must be ready to die for it.

I never said I was a good man, and the Commissioner of the Metropolitan Police said more than once that if I was in a bad mood one day, I would definitely be the most vicious criminal.

That's right, he sees people very accurately. ”

Speaking of which, the executive officer sitting opposite him finally couldn't stand it anymore, and the moment he heard that the guy in front of him had assassinated the emperor, the executive officer suddenly picked up the gun in his hand and aimed it at Sherlock's face, but fortunately, his strong psychological quality did not let him pull the trigger at this moment, but said tremblingly: "Stop!" I don't want to hear that! ”

But Sherlock still didn't stop, he continued, as if he was comforting himself with some words, and kept telling himself to continue to be calm:

"I'm a criminal, I admit it, so I didn't complain when I was in the blood cell, and I didn't feel wronged when I was pressed to the bottom of the blood cell, because I did kill a lot of people.

However, these are all crimes that I confess.

And the explosions in that street, those dead children, those innocent believers and townspeople . I didn't kill them.

So I'm going to correct you, I do things logically, I only admit the sins I have committed! ”

"Damn, shut up!" No one could understand why Sherlock had to say these things at such a time, if everything was really what he said, then he was undoubtedly a horrible criminal, but why did he bother with the explosion of a street and the dead civilians? Compared to the things he talked about, a few citizens were not worth mentioning at all.

"I can't shut up, I've got to convince myself."

"Shut up !!"

The executive shouted excitedly.

It is estimated that his voice was noticed by the driver at the front of the car, and there was a sudden burst of braking, and then the door to the rear cabin was opened, and a group of people from the adjudication department rushed in in a panic.

"What's wrong?"

"What's going on?"

They saw that Sherlock was still being handcuffed, but his companion looked frightened and pointed his gun at each other, and asked eagerly.

"Something is wrong with this guy, I understand why Mistress Dante is imprisoning him, he's a criminal, he's a madman?!"

The light from the streetlights shone in through the car door, and Sherlock saw a bloodshot eye in the executive in front of him.

Looking through the door of the carriage, Sherlock saw a convoy gathered outside, and a group of heavily armed soldiers, who looked at him one by one as if they were facing a great enemy, and aimed the muzzle of the black hole in their hands at him.

At this moment, Sherlock stopped.

He was not obedient, nor did he convince himself, but suddenly felt a little tired.

He kept convincing himself to stay calm, but the moment he looked out of the carriage, he couldn't find a reason to continue convincing himself.

The people in the Adjudicator Department next to them didn't know what to say, they seemed to be nervous, and then looked at Sherlock in horror, and said, roaring.

But he didn't care about those contents anymore, he just stood up very quietly, and then walked out of the carriage with his hands handcuffed in front of the countless muzzles.

"Stop, Mr. Sherlock!"

"Go back to the carriage, or we're going to shoot!"

The sound of countless guns being loaded, some roars rang out from all directions, and Sherlock's gaze swept over the soldiers in front of him, and through some gaps, he saw some of the Imperial people in the distant streets, looking at this side with even more frightened eyes.

yes, why should I convince myself?

At this moment, Sherlock felt that the question was a mystery.

So he sighed: "I don't want to leave with you, I'm going home." ”

In the night, he said lightly.

Everyone around them looked at this guy in front of him who was about to become a human hero with nervous and strange eyes, but they felt that this person at this moment seemed to be a fool, a madman, because everyone knew that he couldn't go home, and no one would let him go.

"Don't push me, I'm in a bad mood, let me go."

Sherlock said, holding up his cuffed hand, as if expecting someone to come and unshackle him.

However, he saw several contractors standing at the back of the crowd, their expressions became extremely solemn, and the transport carts carrying the third-order archdemon stopped on the side of the road, and several people kept repeating: "Don't move, or we'll shoot!" Something like that.

Finally, Sherlock was saddened to find that none of the people in front of him were listening to what he had to say.

Subconsciously, he wanted to touch the cigarette in his pocket, but was stuck in a very awkward position by the handcuffs.

This is the moment!

"Bang!" A gunshot rang out.

In the crowd, one of the guard soldiers was too nervous, his fingers trembled, and with a moment's back-pressure of the trigger, a hot bullet passed through the night wind and shot into Sherlock's newly raised shoulder, exploding a splash of blood that was not too big.

(End of chapter)