big devil holmes

Chapter 128 The Bohemia Scandal (to be continued)
How reluctant Bulun is, how absurd and unbelievable Bulun is.

But everything was eventually united by the empire and the Holy See, and buried it with terrifying suppression of public opinion.

During Nightingale's stay in London, a large-scale murder of the Holy See's son broke out in the center of the city. reaction.

Therefore, all of this was finally described as an air accident, a tragedy caused by the steam turbine being in disrepair for a long time, and the cargo just happened to exceed the upper limit of the transportation weight.

Although it also caused some turmoil, it always sounds better than the truth, and it is easier to explain.

A large air transport company was thoroughly investigated. There were countless denunciations against the company in the newspapers, and many imperial citizens insulted them. Almost all the company's top executives were arrested, and all the passing personnel of the entire air transport route were also arrested. Being implicated, many of them were naturally sentenced to death.

In short, these are what the people saw, and in order to calm the anger of the citizens of the empire, the number of people involved in this disaster and the punishment have been escalating. As long as the anger has not been extinguished, it will continue to escalate, even the imperial traffic The top management of the department has ushered in a batch of extremely bloody changes.

Of course, this is what the people see, after all, they can only read newspapers!

As the editor-in-chief of the Holy Journal said at a reception:

"If you want people to see the empire as it is, then write it in a newspaper. If you want people to see the empire as it is 'real', then write it in some newspaper that doesn't seem to have time to modify it, It was published, and then it was said in a panic that it was wrongly printed.”

In short, after only a week of sketching and guidance, this large-scale disaster that killed and injured 2 people was portrayed in another way.

And in places of light and darkness out of public view, the real investigation into the greatest murder ever committed is still ongoing.

At this moment, the government's highest monitoring force and the court of the Holy See showed a resolute attitude that was almost inhumane. In the frightening [Blood Prison] hidden in the Black Kors Mountains, the inhuman tragic The barking hardly stopped for a second.

Under this kind of resolute investigation, many things naturally surfaced, but at the same time, another force was constantly cutting off the clues on the water.

For example, those Zeppelin airships actually took off in the Bohemia administrative region, and the take-off location was a lifting area that had not yet been officially put into use.

However, when the people from the Judgment Division went to the location, they found that all the people who had the possibility of participating that day had disappeared or simply died at home.

On the giant island of Odlia, 12 priests died in an accident overnight, and the rotation ship of the airport personnel suddenly sank in the vast sea in the early morning of the next day.

And a military officer named 'Imani Matiniyaz' was pushed to the cusp of the investigation, but it turned out that he was a real orphan who awakened at the age of 13 Dreamland was just picked up by the Holy See from the orphanage, and his colleagues didn't know why he appeared in London that day, let alone who he had been in contact with recently. All the records of his home phone number within half a year were all blank !
The only thing that was quite rewarding was that the orphanage this person was in was also in the administrative region of Bohemia.

But no one knows what that means.

All the clues seemed to be being cut off one by one, precisely and quickly, leaving no way out.If you think about it rationally, the death of the Holy Son is of course the government's people who benefit the most. After all, these two forces have been fighting for countless years, but this hat is too big. , to buckle it on another party at will, and a large part of the people involved in this matter come from within the Holy See.

The more investigations, the more people died
A high priest who was about to leave in the House of Elders hanged himself at home, the whereabouts of the head of the Holy See’s ruling department were unknown, and even an archbishop died at the hands of his wife in his manor, and the one who had been The gentle woman jumped down from the bell tower of the manor and turned into a blooming blood flower on the ground.

In this tough and desperate investigation and resistance, finally, someone boldly made a suggestion——should I contact the people in the Holy Light Temple.

To pray to the omniscient, omnipotent Light to put an end to this mad murder.

This proposal was immediately put on the agenda. However, after five full days of communication and arrangements, the people in the Holy See finally contacted the Holy Light Temple, and what they got, they refused without even thinking about it.

Actually think about it and understand it.

It's just that [-] people have died, and it's not that the Holy Son is really dead. How could it be possible to bother Shengguang with such a trivial matter?
Moreover, in order to communicate with the Holy Light, it takes so much hardship and pain for the servants of the gods to face the great Holy Light. If he died, how much effort and time would it take to train additional servants of God.

Is all of this really worth more than the tens of thousands of people who died?

So in this way, all investigations inevitably gradually fell into the quagmire.

And in these few days, Sherlock was surprisingly calm.

Whether in reality or in hell, he is too calm. Well, in fact, he doesn't know what's going on in reality, and he doesn't know that half a month has passed, and he doesn't know where he is now. where.

Because in hell he found himself unable to wake up
It's as if he can no longer communicate with the real world. It can even be said that that world is completely like a dream that has just woken up. The real world is actually just like this, barren, dilapidated, and decayed.

He wanted to summon the black horse made of ashes but there was no response. He wanted to tease the tentacles, but there was no response either.

Everything under his control has fallen into an extremely weird state, as if they have also fallen into some kind of deep sleep that cannot be woken up.

In this way, Sherlock walked aimlessly, or simply sat on a certain rock, doing nothing to pass the time. He wanted to see the Thames River in hell, but it seemed that he couldn't get across. Too far away, it seems suddenly forever out of reach.

Therefore, most of the time, he can only stand in the middle of a crossroad, raise his head, and look at the sun.

That's right, at this moment, the sun opened its eyes again, and kept them open, staring at the tiny human being far away, without any intention of closing them.

But this time, Sherlock didn't feel the pain that was close to death when he looked at each other last time, and the two lines of sight met together without any barriers.

Until I don't know how long.
A tentacle slowly extended towards the ground from those distant and boundless universes.

It seemed that a finger was carefully trying to touch the blood-red city.

And the closer it is to the ground, the smaller the tips of the tentacles become, and in the end, they are really as thick as a finger.

At the same time, the tentacle also stopped at a position about tens of centimeters in front of Sherlock, motionless, as if it had been poured into a certain moment, and this distance was just right when Sherlock stretched out his hand and then straightened his index finger. within reach.

Sherlock didn't know what this meant, but he didn't seem to have anything else to do now, and the innate strong curiosity drove him to slowly raise his hand
Approaching forward, approaching again, until finally at such a moment, a human finger lightly touched the tentacles that spread from a distant place outside the sky.

Theoretically speaking, it is Sherlock who finally met the sun in the sky for the first time, the eye that watches all things.

In an instant, it seemed that the whole world shook, those sleeping tentacles were awakened, the whole hell began to neigh, and a beam of light exploded instantly at the point of contact! !
There was a bang, followed by a slow and long silence like Wan Lai
At the same time, in the real world, at the top of the highest mountain in the entire empire, the Holy Light Temple stood amidst the snow and cold wind that would never melt for thousands of years.

A servant of God hurriedly pushed open a door made of gold, and there was never-before-seen panic in his eyes!
(End of this chapter)