big devil holmes

Chapter 113
There is still an hour before the opening of the ceremony on the day of holy love.

The Oakland Cathedral has never received so many distinguished guests in its lifetime.

Because the saint has not undergone the coronation ceremony, people on the side of the road do not need to kneel down to worship, but when some clergymen set foot on this long street, the citizens of the empire will inevitably lower their bodies to salute.

Because the pope, the archbishop and other people who are too honorable can really gather in this church to witness this sacred moment. They have traveled thousands of kilometers to this city, and they have already expressed their respect for the Holy See. Highly respected, and almost everyone who is qualified to stand in front of the Holy Son has sent family members who can represent their identities to participate in this grand ceremony.

Of course, there are countless nobles and businessmen who poured out unimaginable wealth in exchange for the right to stay in the outermost area of ​​​​the church for a few minutes. Here, even if they are familiar with random people, That might be an unattainable opportunity.

"It seems that you are doing well here."

A voice suddenly sounded.

Sherlock, who was trying to sneak a cigarette in the corner, was startled, looked up, and saw a familiar face that he hadn't seen for a long time.

"Why are you here?" he asked.

After seeing Sherlock, Catherine was obviously in a good mood, otherwise she wouldn't have come over to say hello, but she still raised her head slightly and put on that superior posture:
"I am here on behalf of the School of Life Sciences."

At this time, Catherine was not wearing the battle attire of her trial nun, but a dress-like slim dress, red all over, but with a rough white mark on the edge of the skirt, which would be slender but extremely powerful. The beautiful body is vividly set off.

The red and white color scheme is the most well-known logo of the School of Life Sciences.

Sherlock frowned slightly. He didn't quite understand why a trial nun would come here on behalf of the Academy of Life Sciences, but soon, he thought of what the old priest said at that time.

It seems that Catherine has a family with a very unusual status.

Looking at it now, this family is probably related to the School of Life Sciences.

"Since I met you here, I might as well ask you, you are the most powerful detective in London, right?"

Sherlock didn't know why the other party asked this, but he nodded: "Actually, if you say that you are the most powerful in the entire empire, I will not refute you."

"It's really arrogant." Catherine muttered, hesitated for a while, and said: "Then when the day of holy love is over, can I talk to you?"

"Talk? Talk about what?"

"It's very complicated, and it won't be clear for a while."

"No matter what you want to talk about, let's say it first, my commission is not cheap." Sherlock lighted a cigarette leisurely and said: "And I have to emphasize that the job you found me last time, the aftermath is not cheap." The job is not easy, and I almost lost my life because of it, if you want to talk to me, then we have to figure it out first."

Catherine frowned, maybe because she didn't like the smell of cigarettes, or maybe she was dissatisfied with Sherlock's attitude of talking about money first, she is a priest, please do me a favor, you think It turned out to be just a reward, but the most likely thing is, what happened after she thought about the last case?
In short, after a moment of silence, she nodded, and then changed a rather unobtrusive attitude quite beyond Sherlock's expectations:
"No matter what happened, I apologize to you, and I will definitely pay the price to satisfy you."

Not long after, the bell rang, which was the announcement of the opening of the venue on the Day of Sacred Love. The door of the church slowly opened, and everyone began to walk towards the ornately decorated inner courtyard.

Catherine naturally walked over like everyone else.

Sherlock smoked the remaining cigarettes on his own, and just walked a few steps in the direction of the venue, when suddenly, he heard some rustling sounds at a corner.

Curious, he turned sideways and glanced at the small corner, and then he saw an old man in ragged clothes.

The old man was dressed in shabby cotton clothes, and on his head was a hat that hadn't been washed for a long time, and even covered with layers of dust, which was already a little condensed and shiny, barely covering his extremely dilapidated face. .

Right now, he was looking for something in the trash can in the corner.

Uh. Although it is not so well-coordinated, there are still trash cans in such a holy church. Otherwise, where to throw the trash at the banquet? Fortunately, these trash cans are all in good order, and all the trash in them has been carefully On the contrary, it became a mess because of the old man's random rummaging.

"What... I don't want to disturb you, but can you stop throwing the garbage on the ground casually, after you leave, people in the church will complain about us."

Sherlock couldn't help reminding.

In fact, he is a little depressed now. Are the security personnel around here too unprofessional, even an old beggar can be let in?

When the old beggar heard Sherlock's voice, he seemed to be taken aback. He quickly turned his head and looked behind him. He could clearly see that one of his legs was lame, and he could only support it in a bent posture. body, and only empty sleeves remained under one shoulder.

Just like that, the two of them looked at each other from a distance of several meters. The old man's only remaining eye was still slightly cunning, as if he was thinking about how to fight for more power for himself in the coming drive. Trash time.

However, although Sherlock complained about the security personnel on the periphery, he himself is not the kind of person who is conscientious. He waved his hand casually: "Remember to tidy up when you're done."

With that said, he turned to leave.

at this time
"Little brother, wait a minute."

"Huh?" Sherlock stopped, then raised his eyebrows and watched the other party limping towards him.

At this moment, he inexplicably felt a strange pressure for a moment, but it disappeared in an instant.

The old beggar walked up to Sherlock, and then put on a humble grinning smile, but no matter how smiling his face was, it looked just scary.

"What's the matter?" Sherlock asked.

During this process, he had already looked up and down all the details of the other party, and finally found that the other party was really just an old beggar without any danger.

He felt even more confused, because over the past few decades, his subconscious reaction, coupled with careful observation, has rarely made mistakes, so what happened to the oppressive feeling at that moment just now? Is it because he has not yet Completely absorbing the pitch-black giant, resulting in a momentary incoordination between observation and reaction?

"Little brother, you smell like cigarettes."

"so what?"

"It's the blues."

He froze for a moment, not many people knew about this brand, but considering the age of this old beggar, and probably having a history of "picking up trash" for five or sixty years, it is not too shocking to know the smell of blues cigarettes. surprise.

Immediately afterwards, the old beggar extended a hand shamelessly.

"Hey, give me two, I haven't smoked for many years."

Seeing that Sherlock didn't respond immediately, he quickly added: "Ah, how about this, you give me two, and I'll pack up the trash can right now, and then I'll leave. I won't cause you any trouble."

Sherlock hesitated for a while, looked at the opponent again and again, and finally nodded.

He took out two cigarettes and handed them to each other.

"Hey, thank you little brother!"

The old beggar quickly held the cigarette in his hand, and walked happily to the trash can.

"Don't worry, I'll leave when I finish packing. After packing, I'll leave"

at the same time
In a certain room in the church, Her Royal Highness finally completed her extremely delicate makeup. Now she can become the most beautiful and holy focus no matter where she stands.

"As you said, as long as Miss Nightingale arrives in London, the Holy See will contact her and invite her to cure my father's disease"

"Of course Your Highness, this is your right as a saint."

"And what about my brother?"

"The crusader's supply division on the front line has received a call and is confirming the position of your brother's team, and will transfer him away from the battlefield as soon as possible, and the Holy See's team will personally escort him home."

Joan of Arc Letitia Hudson took a deep breath, then lowered the veil on her head to cover her beautiful face, then she slowly got up, and she didn't know if she passed by After some etiquette training, these few steps showed a touch of nobility.

She came to a door, which was slowly opened.

Countless lights refracted by crystals shone on her body, she walked out of the lights, and the music in the hall sounded, instantly tightening the heartstrings of everyone present.

He saw a man in a suit standing opposite him, and the two of them were looking at each other across a huge stage. The man was very strange, and he seemed to be slightly older than himself, but he should not be tall. There was a layer of white on the glasses, and the face could not be seen clearly.

But in the middle of the venue, an old man in a big red robe is more clear. He is the great priest sent by the Holy Light Temple for this grand ceremony. Qian made a simple sacrament gesture, and then spoke slowly.
"Everyone here, have you ever heard of love?"

When he opened his mouth softly, his voice echoed clearly in everyone's ears. Although this was a less irritable opening speech, although a speech by a great priest was definitely worthy of everyone's careful listening.

But the people present were almost unable to concentrate. Their eyes kept looking to both sides of the high platform, as if they were waiting for the real protagonist to appear.

On the side of the high platform, His Highness the Son just stood quietly, his white glasses covering all his emotions.

Although he is not nervous, his throat is a bit bitter. He wants to take a puff of cigarettes. In the past nearly 30 years, for his own health, of course he would not smoke, but he saw the cigarettes that that guy smoked a few days ago. Smelling the pungent smell, he seemed to feel that if he took a breath, he would be able to exhale all the breath in his body, which should be regarded as a kind of carefree release.

Suddenly, he turned his head slightly and looked at the maid beside him.

"What happens in a while, please remember the first rule of the maid rules."

Moran's eyes were hot, warm, and determined, and she said with a smile that didn't contain any impurities:
"Yes, my master."

Saintess Letitia standing in the light on the other side didn't know what the man on the other side was doing. Her sight was blocked by the curtain and she was bathed in the light, so she wasn't worried that anyone would notice the strangeness in her expression. .

She slowly turned her gaze sideways.
Among the crowd in the audience, a man wearing a long trench coat was found.

But it was also because of the dazzling light that she didn't know if Sherlock was looking at her.

Is he blaming himself?

Although he just said it was okay, how could he not blame himself and drive him out without warning? In that heavy snow, did he have a place to live, did he have a cold, would he be hungry and cold, would he homeless.

Memories of the past kept flooding into her mind, she wanted to suppress it, but she couldn't. The dinner we had together, the birthday we agreed upon together, was obviously the one I asked him to eat cake with me today.

However. There is no cake at all, but he stands gorgeously on an absurd stage.
At this moment, the bitterness in the saint's heart gradually became stronger, rushing to her nasal cavity. She resisted the urge to rush off the stage and hug Sherlock tightly. She repeatedly emphasized in her heart that she was just an ordinary girl. If she could sacrifice love, she would To make the broken family complete again, then this love is also worthwhile.

And the detective in the audience
He is too ordinary, he does not have this ability, so he has to admit cruelly, love is also a kind of thing that the weak eat the strong.

"sorry"

She repeated what she had said countless times these days and nights, but just like those nights, no one listened.

Immediately afterwards, the wonderful music between the venues seemed to suddenly lift the atmosphere to a certain extreme.

Accompanied by the music, the aged priest took a step back naturally, and the lights paved a dazzling road in front of the Holy Son and the Holy Maiden.

In this way, the man and woman who had never met before walked forward and gradually narrowed the distance until they could touch each other with their hands outstretched.

"The holy light that protects all things, look at this pair of ignorant people, they know nothing about love, they are full of worries about the future, but they stand here today, and they will face all the difficulties and obstacles in the future hand in hand.

Whether your future is good or bad, rich or poor, healthy or sick, happy or sad, will you always love each other?
Will cherish each other, respect each other, trust each other, take care of each other, and be loyal to each other? "

This is an oath that almost everyone knows, but under this scene, there is a certain magical power that overwhelms all things. It seems that as long as they give a simple response, they will really be with each other forever!

The music also seems to be prepared for this moment, a huge melodious ups and downs, to pull all the emotions to the extreme, just waiting for the two parties to say that extremely simple word.

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However, this time Yinlang ushered in a moment of silence.

The man and woman standing face to face on the stage were looking at each other. They seemed to be hesitating for something. Seeing that no one spoke, they couldn't help being shocked, and then even more shocked.

It was at this moment that His Royal Highness Shengzi seemed to raise his head suddenly, and his body, which had nothing to do with being tall at all, unexpectedly gave off a certain momentum. Under the eyes of everyone, he turned around resolutely and walked to the side of the stage.

Everyone was dumbfounded. Countless people in the audience watched this scene, but no one dared to make a sound.

Until Moriarty was about to step off the stage, fortunately, the [Holy Light Temple] that served the Holy Light had a detached status in the Holy See and the entire empire, and the great priests sent by it could be regarded as having seen the big scene, The first one to react: "His Royal Highness?"

He asked a question in the lightest tone, and at the same time, his family members gathered together, built a human wall, and stopped His Highness the Son on the stage.

Of course the weak Holy Son could not push away the crowd, and Moran also panicked, but these family members had already dedicated their lives to the Holy Light. Unless they were killed and their bodies thrown out, it was absolutely impossible for these guys to let them go. Make a way.

Moriarty frowned, and found that he was blocked. He was a little angry, but he was helpless for the time being. He subconsciously looked down the stage. Suddenly he saw the guy in the long windbreaker in the crowd, and a wave of unhappiness surged up. In my heart, at my wedding, this guy doesn't know how to dress more solemnly? !

"What are you bastard watching, quickly find a way to help me!" He said angrily!

"Huh?" Sherlock was taken aback.

"Help me! Don't you always boast that your brain is better than mine! Then show it quickly."

Seeing that Sherlock didn't act immediately, His Royal Highness Son glared at him with incomparable majesty, then suppressed his voice as much as possible, and said in a voice that was extremely angry but didn't want too many people to hear:
"I'm also the holy son of the Holy See, don't make me beg you!"

(This chapter alone is 4800 words, it cannot be said to be short! Vote!)

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