Walk through the gates of hell again

This kind of request sounds like a joke, when the gate of hell is the bedroom door of the noble lady who died of her husband, just enter it?

Sherlock knew that he was not liked, at first he was hated by the guards of Scotland Yard, and then the deacon of the Ruling Division wanted to kill him, and the Pope brought his followers all over London to chase and kill, and then he was targeted by the emperor, and finally stopped for a few days, and let the demons on the front line run with their butts, and after 800 years, the planes and cannons all greeted him, and he returned to the empire with nine deaths, and became a wanted criminal again.

Although these guys who appealed were killed, eliminated, and subdued by themselves, they were angry and cried in the bed in the middle of the night, and they couldn't keep themselves even if they gathered the strength of the government army.

But that doesn't mean Sherlock has adapted to this life.

Being hunted down by the whole world is similar to going to the bed of a beautiful young woman, once or twice is still fresh and exciting, but the repeated experience of turning over and over again will eventually be a little tired.

Looking at Sherlock's stupid expression, Moriarty smiled knowing this.

The two people used to have a huge disparity in status, different experiences, education, mood, perspective on things, attitude towards the world, and so on, but the two of them are inexplicably very compatible.

Moriarty knew what Sherlock wanted and what he was pursuing.

So, he spread his hands and said with a smile.

This room is not spacious, not ornate, but it is remote and secluded enough, and no one can hear the conversation between the two people in the room, out of the maid Moran.

She was a third-order grand contractor, and she was standing at the door of the room right now, and her hearing beyond ordinary people made it impossible for her to ignore the earth-shattering conversations on the other side of the wall.

Her hands clenched, leaving several deep finger marks in the palms, as a maid, her body belonged to her master, her heart belonged to her master, and everything about her, including life and soul, belonged to her master.

But at this moment, after hearing the voice coming from the room, she wished that she hadn't been guarding the door just now.

Oh my God, why would those two people in the room talk about such a horrible thing?!

What do they want to do, do their masters want to turn the world upside down?

In just a few minutes, she heard the chilling madness of the plan in the house.

"Aha————"

"Hahaha————"

A few laughs rang out, and Moran felt himself start to sweat, and reason told him to rush in and stop the conversation between the two men in the room.

But as a maid, her inherent willpower forcibly imprisoned her body, and she could only continue to stand quietly.

Finally, with a click, the door opened.

Moran turned his head quickly as if he had suddenly woken up, and then saw Sherlock with a happy smile on his face.

Sherlock naturally looked at her too, his gaze swept over the fine sweat on her forehead and the extremely nervous eyes, she had never lost her temper like this when she was on the verge of defending Moriarty.

"You always say that your master is the most powerful man in the world." Sherlock suddenly said to Moran: "I always thought you were bragging, after all, I was too conceited, but now. Miss Moran, I apologize to you, and at the same time, I am impressed with your master. ”

Speaking of this, Sherlock actually bowed slightly to Moran, as if he felt that she had been by Moriarty's side for a long time and should be treated with some respect.

Then he walked straight in the direction he had come.

Moran immediately rushed into the room and saw Moriarty with the same smile.

That smile was so relaxed, and after so many years with her master, she knew that this smile was real, not the mask she usually wore on her face.

Thinking of the words he had just heard, suddenly, a sourness surged into Moran's heart, and this sourness soared, poured into his nose, rushed to his head, and in an instant, Moran cried uncontrollably.

"Master." She fell to her knees with a puff.

Moriarty turned his head and looked at the maid who was already in tears, and suddenly remembered that she seemed to be only 23 years old, smiled very gently, and held her in his arms with open arms.

This hug made Moran think of that night four years ago, the moonlight on the eve of the Day of Holy Love, the warm lights, and the soft quilt.

Although she never had the luxury of expecting it, since then, the owner has never hugged her.

"Don't be upset." Moriarty said with a smile.

"But. . . You will pay with your life for this"

"People die." Moriarty leaned his weight slightly on Moran's shoulder: "You can feel it, I'm relaxed right now."

From the time I have the memory, to this moment, I have never felt so easy.

What a blessing it would be for a person to die after fulfilling his life's wish. ”

Moran felt his tears flowing into the master's neckline, and the other party's breath was in his ears, very gentle, very comfortable, as if a person who had been tired for a long time had finally returned home, lying on the soft sofa, under the night, the sound of insects and wind, the shadows of the trees outside the window swayed, and he was about to fall into a deep sleep.

"When that day comes, can I go with you?"

"Of course."

Moriarty rubbed his face against the ends of Moran's hair.

Moran felt a little nervous, because the master's plan was so crazy, and felt a little happy, because he had never seen the master so happy, and at the same time felt a little offended, because the few gentle rubs just now made her think of the loveless kitten.

And just like that, a month passed.

Over the course of the month, Moran has seen a lot of changes about Moriarty.

One day, he even slept until 9 o'clock before getting up.

He just flipped through some of the newly submitted documents casually, and did not rush to read them, but asked Moran to accompany him to the small courtyard for a walk.

The two of them walked to a flower bed, where the grass began to turn yellow because of the winter snow, and some of the withered branches of the sunflower sprouted out of the soil, apparently lifeless.

"After this sunflower dies, Jerusalem will never sow new seeds."

Inexplicably, the young pope spoke inexplicably, and he looked at the whitening streets in the distance, and the tall buildings bloomed under the snow with a different beauty that he had never seen before:

"But there will be a variety of plants and trees that will grow again, and they will never be as monotonous as they have been in centuries past."

He's in a really good mood.

A few days later, a Holy Army transport airship took off from the city border in Jerusalem, and a separate living room was not allocated any slots, but no one would open the door.

Maybe something went wrong in the list, maybe someone moved in, but some big people don't seem to let people know.

In any case, no soldier would go out of his way to knock on that door.

The airship sailed south and headed straight across the Reddeck Strait.

And on the very day of the airship's takeoff, an old man came to the Holy City, wearing an inconspicuous hood, with his back bent, walking through the first winter of Jerusalem, stepping on streets that had never been touched by snow, until he came to the Basilica of the Holy Light.

Several Holy Cult guards blocked the old man's path and warned him that there was a sacred place ahead of him, and that he should not approach it at will.

The old man slowly lifted his hood and said apologetically:

"Excuse me, but please inform His Highness that I would like to see him."

[Me].

The old man did not say his name, which was a habit, because for decades, it was impossible for the entire empire to have no one know his name, so naturally there was no need to introduce himself.

The moment the guard retreated from the hood, his whole body trembled violently, and he knelt on the ground subconsciously, and then thought of the old man's words, and quickly got up again.

"Please wait in the lounge."

With that, he hurried into the church.

A guard guarding the door, if he wanted to contact the Pope, he naturally needed to report at various levels, and he didn't know how long he had to make the old man wait, but to the guard's surprise, the Pope, who had just run into the first main hall of the Cathedral of the Holy Light, was standing not far away in a golden robe with a sunflower logo shining on his chest.

Moriarty was dressed up enough to attend today, and even since he became pope, he had never worn all the intricate outfits.

"Your Excellency the Pope!" The guard was stunned for a moment, and then immediately fell to his knees.

"Mistress Dante is here?"

The Pope didn't even listen to the guard, and asked directly.

The guard was even more surprised, he didn't know why the Pope was like an unpredictable prophet, he could only think that Lord Dante and His Excellency the Pope had already been in contact, so he nodded busily.

In this way, Moriarty, dressed as a staff representing absolute power, walked past the guard, and then walked into the reception room with his personal maid in hand.

An old man, a man who had just shed his sense of youth, met in the reception room of this church, and the two were not strangers to each other, so they only exchanged the simplest polite greetings.

The old man spoke slowly, "You should know that Sherlock. Sherlock Holmes committed some acts of betrayal of the Empire. ”

"Of course, although I was a little surprised, there seemed to be traces of his past."

The old man sighed slightly, in the past few months, he seemed to be aging much faster than in the past few years, and the age spots on his face were slowly spreading, and he seemed a little tired.

He didn't seem to want to mention Sherlock anymore, so he went straight to the point, "You know, I don't have much left to live, and I need to find a successor."

Sherlock was one of my favorites, but it was clear that something was wrong with my vision.

Fortunately, I didn't pour all my hope into him alone.

So.

Today I came to you. ”

(End of chapter)