Since a long, long time ago, the justices of the Inquisition Court have noticed Sherlock as a person, and have been getting to know each other from the mouths of his protégés, and after the issuance of Wanted Notice 221B, he has formed the most elite acquaintances in various industries in the empire to study Sherlock, trying to see through him, find him, and kill him.

Paradoxically, he had never met Sherlock.

Similarly, Sherlock did not meet him.

At this moment, on this speeding train, two people who have a reverse meaning and a life intersection finally see each other's dignity.

The elderly judge put down the document in his hand, calmly looked at the young man in front of him, and waited for a few seconds.

No guards rushed in, no sirens sounded, and it looked like the security guards in the carriage had all been killed.

"You're going to kill me."

The judge said, this is not a question, but the simplest statement.

Sherlock smiled, very happily, it is difficult for people who have not had blood on their hands to experience this kind of happiness, you want to kill someone, and when you sit face to face with this person, the other party also happens to know that you are going to kill him, this kind of mutual heart, and when you are about to live and die, it is the most charming.

"Of course I'm here to kill you." Sherlock smiled and said, "Any last words?" ”

The judge raised his head slightly, and looked at the person in front of him with a condescending attitude: "I don't have anything to say about a vicious person, I just want you to understand that your killing is a crime, a kind of mad self-venting!" ”

“.” Sherlock paused for a moment, then nodded with satisfaction: "Indeed, this is a kind of venting, and I've been killing quite a few days lately." ”

"Sure enough, he is a madman, full of sins, but he still feels refreshed."

The judge still has the same attitude of looking down, in fact, he is right, as the defender of the laws of the empire, when he looks at a criminal, he habitually shows the ultimate contempt.

Sherlock lit a cigarette, and he didn't seem to be in a hurry to kill the other party, but like the villains in third-rate stories, he suddenly talked a lot.

Villains often die of talking.

The villains are not stupid, and of course they all know that talking too much leads to a lot of uncertainty, but almost all of the villains want to beep a few more words in the final stage.

It's not a plot need, but it's been planned for many years, or it's been suppressed for a long time, or when the venting reaches a climax, it always has to be extended a little longer, if nothing else, just because it's very cool and comfortable.

It's so comfortable that most people are willing to take the risk of saying a few more words.

And Sherlock is precisely the kind of person who most follows the absolute self of inner feelings, and he is certainly not exempt from vulgarity.

"Sin?" He smiled: "In the laws of the past and present, there should be no shortage of clauses for killing people to pay for their lives, if you want to kill me, I will naturally kill me back, what does this have to do with crime?" ”

"Murder depends on who is killed, a criminal, and it is the duty of all judicial officers to kill him."

"You see, you've labeled me a criminal again, and I've never denied that, but think about why you're defining me as a criminal."

"Because you murdered the Emperor, don't try to deny that!"

"Hahaha————" Sherlock shook his head and laughed awkwardly, "My honorable Lord Chancellor, have you made a mistake by denying that I have assassinated the Emperor." ”

“.” The old man in front of him frowned, although he still held his head slightly high, but he didn't take the other party's words at the first time.

"After I stabbed Augustine to death with a twig four years ago, who concealed the news of the emperor's death? Who suppressed what I did that night and hid it to this day?

That night I was escorted directly to the blood cell, and I stayed at the bottom for several months, and I knew that I had committed a crime, and I was punished, and during this time I wondered if I should break free from the shackles, whether I should escape, whether I should break the whole blood cell, but! I've never complained, let alone complained. ”

"Concealing the death of the emperor is for the stability of the empire, for the stability and prosperity of the human race, not to conceal your sins."

"You see, are you old and confused or have memorized too much of the Imperial Code, and you are starting to contradict yourself when you speak." Sherlock took a deep breath of his cigarette and felt that today's blues were a little more refreshing than usual: "Concealing the truth is for the stability of the empire and the future of mankind, isn't it true that I killed Augustine the Great?"

Although my original intention was to look at him unpleasantly, the empire after his death was so beautiful that the problems that had plagued mankind for centuries were solved one after another, and even the expedition to hell's gates was opened.

You have repeatedly emphasized that the law is for the stability of society, so I start and end to make society stable, and I am simply carrying human society to the next new era.

Why am I called a criminal? ”

The old man in front of him frowned slightly, as the supreme enforcer of the Inquisition, he suddenly realized that he had not experienced this kind of face-to-face confrontation for decades, after all, his position no longer needed any confrontation, he vaguely felt that what the other party said was wrong, but he couldn't effectively refute it for a while.

"What, logically stuck yourself to death?" Sherlock shrugged for the other.

"Logic is just a judgment on how things work, some tough lawyers can even use logic to reverse black and white, but logic can't hide the facts, everything you are doing now is subverting the stability of the empire!"

There really isn't a way for Sherlock to argue with that, as he's been trying to make a mess of everything all the time for months.

"yes, I admit it, and I'm very happy with what I've done." It was as if he had been praised: "Then the question comes back, why are you arresting me?" ”

At this moment, in his mind, a voice suddenly appeared.

[I said. I didn't mean to bother you, but this old fellow seems to have expected you to come back to him, and he used himself as bait, and now there is an army waiting for you in the path of the train. 】

Sherlock heard this message clearly, but ignored the crimson warning in his head, and continued to ask, "Don't say it's for the stability of the Empire, because I was still a hero of the Empire when you arrested me." ”

"Huh, Imperial Hero?" The old judge smiled: "How can an uncontrolled madman be a hero of the empire?" To this day, I admire Dante's decision-making, and he resolutely shackled his favorite successor and cut off all his past efforts. Now it seems that if you really become a hero, the empire simply can't imagine what it will become! ”

"I didn't think of being a hero."

"That's a no-brainer, you have the ability to upend the stability of the Empire."

"Mistress Dante has it too."

"Shut up!" The judge said sharply: "Lord Dante understands his responsibility, he knows that he is protecting the entire human race, and he is willing to give up everything for this responsibility!" ”

"Hehe———— hahaha!" Sherlock smiled happily: "So, I don't want to, I'm damned?" ”

[I'm sorry, but I have to inform you, in two minutes, you're in the range of that wave of troops, and the guy named Baskerville is inside, and the person in charge of the encirclement is Major General Ulysses.] 】

Sherlock still ignored Crimson's warning, for him, there were some things that had to be said thoroughly, otherwise his heart would not be happy enough.

"A time bomb capable of threatening the stability of the Empire, and it is the duty of all to destroy it." The old man snapped.

"Don't take one bite at a time, I've given you too many opportunities, I never wanted to subvert the empire, I just wanted to open a business office and mess around.

It was you who forcibly labeled me a hero.

and forcibly molded me into a god.

forcibly wants me to stay by the sea in that town for the rest of my life, and dumps the responsibility of protecting humanity on me.

No one ever asked me for my opinion, and when you found out I didn't want to, you defined me as a criminal.

You are the first to inform the people of all this, and I am wanted throughout the Empire.

And it was you who made out the news about my assassination of the Emperor that you had been concealing all along.

And the reason for all this is simply because I didn't listen to you.

Because you found out!

You can't control me, can you?! ”

Sherlock spoke quickly, but when he finished speaking, he felt a little more relaxed.

The old man in front of him breathed the air in the carriage deeply, he seemed to be a little nervous, a little excited,

Indeed, he had expected Sherlock to come back to him, and he was more accurate in predicting the criminal's actions than the professors who had been pondering psychology all day, and all he had to do was to leave him on the train before he could go into pursuit.

Now, little by little, the train had entered the encirclement, and under the armed forces led by Major General Ulysses, and with the Baskerville officers, the most powerful contractors of the front-line military, Sherlock was bound to die in an area shielded from the Holy Light.

"I am a staunch defender of the laws of the Empire!" The old judge straightened his chest as the train drew closer to Sherlock's grave.

"And the reason for all this is just because I didn't listen to you, because you found out, you can't control me, right?"

Sherlock happily asked the same question again.

"In order to maintain the stability of the empire, I am willing to sacrifice everything, including my life!" The old judge suddenly brightened.

He looked at Sherlock, and that haughty expression appeared on his face again, and there was a hint of victory: "Mr. Sherlock, have you entered my trap and seen the field outside the window, where you can't reach it, the huge military encirclement has shrunk in this direction, and the holy light of the entire area has been temporarily erased.

You!

Finished! ”

Sherlock listened to the old judge's words, and his expression did not show the slightest surprise, but smiled more wantonly inexplicably: "So, the reason why you tried to kill me, kill the innocent citizens on that street, execute Miss Jasmine, and even use the front-line army is because you can't control me." Haha, right! Right?! ”

"Yes!"

Finally, the old man in front of him drank righteously: "There cannot be an uncontrollable individual in human society, and the government cannot exist an uncontrollable person, and any existence must survive under the established social model."

If someone tries to escape from this model and tries to ignore this system, then he is an existence that is not included in society and groups.

It's the devil!

The demons must be judged!! ”

The judge's voice was incomparably uplifting, the Supreme Judge of the Inquisition, and he was also an extremely devout believer in the Light.

But upon discovering that the Light was biased in favor of a single individual, he was the first to try to convince the Old Divine Envoy that the Light had been contaminated.

He was a fanatical believer, but from this point of view, the Judge did not believe in the Light, but in the human race.

The most fanatical social believers who devote their own safety, their life's experience and blood, and all their beliefs to the stability of human society.

He certainly could not allow a person who was beyond all restraint and control to exist above the rules of society.

Demon! Must die!

In fact, it has to be said that from the perspective of social stability, the judge's criteria are undoubtedly correct.

But Sherlock didn't care, he heard the old judge say it himself. ] for a moment. Take a deep breath and let the cold touch permeate the whole body, extremely transparent!

Right!

He finally heard the sentence he wanted to hear, it had been so long and so many people had been killed, and this was what he actually wanted to hear.

You want me to be obedient, but if I don't, you're going to kill me? ———— right!

Ha ha!

"Thank you!"

Sherlock smiled happily, nodded his sincere gratitude to the judge in front of him, and raised his gun.

"Bang!" With a sigh of happiness, Sherlock watched as the old man's head was blown into a splash of flesh, pasted on the wall, pasted on the glass, and on the placket of his clothes.

Brilliant like a flower.

(End of chapter)