big devil holmes

Chapter 114 You Care About Disrespect Now?
Of course, His Royal Highness Son couldn't ask for help. He just gave someone in the audience the right to help him with an angry tone!

Yes, it is a gift, not a request!No matter how much it sounds like a prayer, it cannot be a prayer, but a gift that is not easy to understand! !

It's just that his voice was a little too low.
But no matter how small it is, it is impossible for only two people to hear it.

Some people in the audience also heard what His Royal Highness said. They turned their heads in shock and looked around, trying to find out who His Royal Highness was talking to in the crowd!

But after accidentally catching a glimpse of the angry eyes of His Highness on the stage, each one of them pretended that they hadn't heard anything, and turned their attention to their fingers or the toes of their shoes.

As for the saint on the stage, she certainly didn't need to pretend that nothing happened. In fact, at a certain moment, she also wanted to leave, but reason overcame impulse until she realized that the one who ran first was actually the one in front of her. man!
Although they are all running, running by yourself and running by the other party are not the same thing!

Also, did he just say that he called out someone's name?

Sherlock, who was standing under the high platform, felt a pain in his head, rubbed the center of his brows, and thought to himself, why did you bring me along to make a fool of yourself?
But he saw the anger of the little man on the stage, the shock of the surrounding people and the saint, Moran's fear and worry, and when he thought of the centuries-old tradition of the Day of Sacred Love, he suddenly felt quite interesting.

After thinking for a moment, he suddenly laughed, but immediately pretended to be in danger.

"Why are you standing still! Didn't you hear His Royal Highness's order?" He shouted abruptly.

This voice relieved all the security personnel around the venue, but they didn't know who to listen to for a while, one was the traditional custom of the day of holy love, the other was the order of His Highness the Son, and the words on both sides You have to listen, and neither side can offend you.

So chaos broke out at this moment. Some people began to push and shoved the crowd, wanting to help His Highness the Son, but some tried their best to stop them, and some were confused, so they could only choose to be neutral and stand where they were. Shouting: "Don't push! Don't mess! Stop!" That's what Priest Thompson is like, but it's impossible for anyone to listen to his words.

Amidst the chaos, Sherlock came to the stage with a few strides. At the same time, some tentacles protruded from the shadows that the lights couldn't reach, curled around the legs of several subordinates, swishing and swishing. Know where it goes.

He looked at Moriarty: "Why are you standing there, let's go!"

Moriarty didn't talk nonsense, with a certain complexity, he didn't want to admit it, but he glanced at Sherlock with gratitude, and then resolutely rushed to the exit.

"Tsk tsk, it's really more interesting for big people to go crazy than ordinary people." He smiled, and was about to leave, but was suddenly stopped by a voice.

The voice was also obviously annoyed. Sherlock looked over the voice and saw Mrs. Hudson who was exuding dazzling brilliance. She should be called Your Highness now. In short, she walked towards him angrily. come over.

"What's going on?" She asked with wide eyes, as if Sherlock was in arrears with her rent for half a year.

"Ah, it's a long story."

There seemed to be tears in the landlady's eyes. Her emotions are extremely complicated now, birthday, wedding, identity, father, younger brother, tenant, loved one, etc. A few days ago, he was still waiting for his 20th birthday An ordinary girl, but at this moment, she is experiencing the most complicated drama in the world. She seems to be able to vent her emotions only by crying, but at this moment, she just stares at the man in front of her, as if A lioness on the verge of anger: "So, you just let me stand here?"

"what?"

"I said! You two big men made such a mess, and then you are going to throw me, a woman, here, in front of so many people?!"

"Ah, I'm sorry!" Sherlock immediately understood the other party's words, quickly grabbed the other party's hand as if to remedy, and fled the venue.

Mrs. Hudson took off the long dress that was in the way, pulled off the veil, and kicked off the crystal-encrusted shoes. Sherlock was pulling her in front while she ran behind. This scene reminded her of the first time they met When we met. But at that moment, I was the one who was pulling him.

In short, in just a few minutes, only the great priest of the Holy Light Temple was left on the high platform. He was old and came to London from the Holy Light Temple. The difference in altitude and the bumps along the way made him exhausted Unbearable, looking at the chaos in front of him, he didn't show too much anger. On the contrary, he seemed to find it a little funny. When he found that no one was paying attention to him, he simply found a small box containing musical instruments in a very inconspicuous manner, and went to the corner One sit:
"Haha, I'm really too old to understand the world of young people anymore."

He muttered, and couldn't help but think of the man who just ran up to the stage. In other words, it is definitely not easy for the Holy Son to ask for help, but looking at the attitude of the Holy Maiden towards him, it seems that the young man is not easy. Even more difficult.
The chaos in the arena is still going on, and the figure that jumped onto the high platform just now shocked countless people, but everyone who understands the truth knows that in this case, the more you see, the more troublesome you will be, so They were all extremely scheming and did not ask each other, but kept that figure firmly in their hearts.

Soon, the situation spread outside the church. Many people didn't know what happened. They just heard that His Royal Highness Son and the Holy Maiden seemed to be in danger and were taken away.

How did you take it away?Why did you take it away?Why did you take it away? .I don't know, anyway, just look for it quickly!

As a result, the confused security guards began to search everywhere, while Sherlock dragged his landlord to the top floor of the church.

Here, he saw Moriarty and his maid who also ran to the top.

"Why are you two here?" Sherlock asked.

Moriarty looked at Sherlock, and then blankly at the saint beside him. I don't know how many thoughts flashed through his mind in an instant. He who read mathematics treatises for three days and three nights back then was able to do it with ease, but at this moment he felt Some can't keep up with the train of thought.

But fortunately, he temporarily put this matter behind him, and responded very seriously: "There are too many people below, so we can only run up."

"But what should we do next?" Mrs. Hudson certainly didn't care too much, and asked anxiously.

"Then let's walk on it." Sherlock said, picked up the saint, pushed open the window of the church bell tower and jumped out. The figure drew an arc in midair and landed on the roof across the street.

Moriarty peeked through the window and found Sherlock waving to him, signaling to come over quickly.

He blinked, turned around and looked at Moran behind him.

Moran seemed a little flustered, thinking that he was going to run on the roof with his master?Just like those thieves who stole things in the middle of the night, so he said worriedly:

"But... does this represent disrespect to you?"

"You care about this now?!" Moriarty yelled in extreme annoyance, "When you turned over and took the quilt away! How could you not think of being disrespectful to me?!"

(End of this chapter)